This Week's Sign That the Apocalypse Is Upon Us...

OK, so I borrowed the title from Sports Illustrated, but I could think of no other way to describe the picture I am about to share.

Those that know me, know I am about as far from a country music fan as you can get. Not a fan. I think I've actually broken out into hives when I heard country music played.

With that said, I share a picture of me and Laura (my wife, for those of you new to the program) in costume for Couples' Western Night...



For those of you wondering, no that is not my hat or my boots. I had to borrow them. Anyway, we had a great time AND won second place in the costume contest.

Here's a few more pics for you to enjoy...

Yee Haw!

Yee Haw again!

Special thanks to Matt, who schooled me on the art of posting these bad boys. Thanks bro. Now I can shower the world in pics :-)

WARNING: This Post Contains Bathroom Humor

Ok, so it's been awhile since I've posted. We've had a lot going on, and since I usually only get a chance to do this during the 15 minute breaks I get here at work...it's been a while.

With that said, I decided to break the draught with what I started this whole blogness with...a little story of my experience with the ALFA bathrooms.

If you'll recall, we began with some musings of the muzak choices for the thronerooms here at ALFA, and although that hasn't really changed, I always knew a new experience was on the horizon...and here it is.

It was probably late afternoon and the work day was quickly coming to a close. As is customary for me, I have to make a visit every now and then to room of porcelian (because that's what normal people do). As I approached the door, I noticed a portly gentlemen walking away from the men's room. Not an unusual sight, for this time of day, only he glanced back over his shoulder as I approached the door. Not really thinking anything of it, I glanced his way and continued on into the room...

Looking back, it has always been my experience that with guys, we never really look back where we have come from, unless we know there is something back there that may have an effect on the next person approaching the area. I really wish I had come to this realization before I walked through that door.

Have you ever walked into a place and instantly realized there was no way you could stay? I don't know what the portly gentlemen had for lunch, or snack that day, or for dinner the previous evening. All I know is that something wasn't agreeing with him and I walked right into the aftermath...my eyes stared watering...seriously...I couldn't breathe. I literally took 2 steps beyond the door before quickly making the U-turn to get out of there! Wow!! It gave new meaning to word funky!! Not sure what I looked like, who I ran over, or in what shape the door to that sacred place is in. All I knew was that I needed oxygen and in a hurry!

Needless to say, I do not go to that bathroom at that time of day anymore. And to the big'un who left me the prize...props to you o' King of Funk! But next time, how 'bout kickin' on that exhaust fan.