The most powerful force a person could ever experience in person is NHRA drag races. The space shuttle blast off is obviously much more powerful, but no one can be within 3 miles of it during take off. However, I stood a few feet away from the 8,000-horsepower, nitro-fueled funny cars going 300 mph. Here's a video I took of the view we had all day long.
The whole day was paid for compliments of my corporation. I won VIP parking, Bill Johnson's BBQ lunch buffet, and first class seating with an umbrella and unobstructed view of the quarter-mile race track from start to the finish line.
My friend David joined me for the day and we had a blast. We wore ear plugs with ear muffs over them and our hands pressed firmly against the ear muffs to seal out the insane decibels.
As the not-so-fast cars were running we watched as the crews fully disassembled and rebuilt the motors. This is as close as the average man could possibly get to something so powerful.
David has supported Geico through insurance premiums so we rooted for this car simply because he probably paid for the right front tire over the years.
I used to go with Uncle Dave to the drag races. I couldn't help but sense the irony of enjoying what probably would have been the best day of his life if he were still alive. It was a picture-perfect day from the close parking to the top-notch seats to the free BBQ by the lake track.
Normally the blog is about Easton and Layla and our family, but an experience like that is worth. That was the weekend of fun, but then I went back to work while Easton and Layla continued their adventure filled lives. A group of mommies and kids including the Webbs went to the zoo for entertainment. The rhinoceros was up and walking around, which Kendra said is a rare sight.
Daniel's little sister, Katelyn, joined in the zoo fun, but she's not quite old enough to hang over the railing for the cages.
The whole crew of kids lined up and this is a good picture considering how difficult it is to get even one kid to sit still and look at the camera.
Kendra caught a humorous conversation as Layla and Daniel walked hand-in-hand down the path. The twins are both excited about telling jokes lately. As a courtesy translation, Layla says "on my tushy tushy" meaning she fell on her butt.
The carousel is still high on the must-do list of zoo activities. Easton chose the dragon partly because he's trying to convince us to buy him a Night Fury dragon costume for Halloween...
Aunt Mary is coming into town tomorrow for an over-night stay with us. She's on her way to California for a visit with her friend and then she'll come back through for a week to tie up the loose ends related to the people living in our house through November 7th. Sure seems weird to say "our house" but I'm starting to like the sound of it more every day.
Kendra and I still have occasional arguments or disagreements. When I start one she calls it "being mean", but when she starts one she calls it "being passionate". :) 99% of the time they are related to unnecessary things like whether the kids should eat peanut butter for dinner or not, but occasionally they are about slightly more meaningful topics such as what couch to buy.
For some reason she has it in her head that we must make a choice between form or function (attractive vs. comfortable). I try to disagree by pointing out a couch can be both attractive AND comfortable. The comparison I considered, but didn't make because we both gave up, is this:
There are many attractive girls in this world. There are many nice girls in this world. There are many Christian girls in this world. Even though the odds are minuscule I managed to find Kendra who is ALL of those things and much, much more. I'm hoping the same scenario plays out in the couch purchase where we both get the attributes we want without sacrificing. After all... we only need ONE couch and know there must be at least one on this planet that meets all our desires.
Since Kendra doesn't blog (by her own choice) there will be no rebuttal or flip-side of the story (insert evil laugh) and no one is allowed to ask her about it either because that would make my blog powers useless to persuade people. As Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz says, "I have an intense, burning indifference." Whatever couch we get will need to last 10 years. If I get what I want, what will I complain about? Just thinking long-term, ya know.
See you soon!
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