Friday Nights

This week the youth directors in town had the first Friday Night at the park event. Our church was in charge of cooking. We inherited 250 already cooked and in the bun hotdogs from another Christian outreach event in town. We had the fire of fires in the grill, the coals were red hot, so we tossed the hotdogs that were wrapped in aluminum on for a little warm up. As far as food goes it ranked right around the Allsups “Gut Grenade” but surprisingly lots of people ate them. (Along the same line when I go into Allsups in the morning there is lot of people purchasing the gut grenades. The entire event was a lot of fun. Several of the adults played as hard or harder then the youth. Which would explain why I got creamed by Jenn, shaving creamed.

One of the drawbacks to living in a small town is there is not IHOP or Denny’s, although I prefer the IHOP to the Denny’s. Where IHOP is the Cadillac, I feel that Denny’s is the Saturn.

Below is my tractor, it had problems during the night. Normally it stops when it drives over the little elevated stop, last night it did not. Some section of the yard received an abundance of water when the tractor was stuck. See the picture below.