Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Stockyard

No Sunday afternoon is complete without a drive by the local stockyard. Well, that's not really true...but we did happen to drive by the stockyard on Sunday afternoon. I was actually focusing on some other pictures that I haven't posted yet, but as I got out of the car I heard the moo-ing.
Of course, who in their right mind (and nice Sunday shoes) can resist walking around the outside of a stockyard to see where the cows (and manure) are!?!

He/She is a cute cow but poor thing needs to blow its nose. Is that a problem?

Peek-a-boo!

The whole stockyard visit was going well, and then we saw this sign.

The "other, other" white meat!?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Baby Girl's First Race

She ran/walked/goofed off in our church's local 5k, but this was the first race she was trained up for and had to run in with 126 other folks participating.



You see her?! The pink and gray in front of the lady.

You go girl!!!

(Cajun Cup Race 2008)

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Pee(r) Pressure

Before the race starts, you don't have to go...until you see the LONG line for the porta-potty.

(Cajun Cup Race 2008)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Cajun Cup 2008

The runners in my family lined up at the start for the big race this morning. Each race has it's own unique characteristics~ sponsors, food, set up, and course, but most races have a few things in common.

The goodie bags. Any decent race is going to have a bag full of stuff for each person registered. This stuff ends up in the junk drawer or the bottom of my purse. You don't really need or want the stuff, but you feel ripped off if you don't receive it.

The crowd. Runners like their shoes. And their shorts. And their socks. And their latest gadget. So when a bunch of runners get together you can see them sort of checking each other out....how do that guy's shoes look, or wonder how good that heart rate monitor is, or I think I can take that guy off the start line and beat him the whole race.

The passion. People want to run fast. (Fast is relative.) They want to do well. They want to hang with a crowd that will push them to run as fast as they can without ending up sprawled on the sidewalk. (My guys wanted to be in the 50 minute crowd.)

The food. There will always be bananas at any race you ever go to. No question. Bananas are the ultimate race food.

The finish line. It will always look good. Big or small. Sunny or rainy. Cold or hot. The finish line always looks good.

More from the Cajun Cup 2008 in the next few posts.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

A Morning Reminder

Job 8:11-15 (The Message)

Can mighty pine trees grow tall without soil? Can luscious tomatoes flourish without water?Blossoming flowers look great before they're cut or picked, but without soil or water they wither more quickly than grass.

That's what happens to all who forget God— all their hopes come to nothing. They hang their life from one thin thread, they hitch their fate to a spider web.

One jiggle and the thread breaks, one jab and the web collapses.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

You've Heard Of The...

Ragin Cajuns.


How about the infamous...

Wagin' Cajuns!??!