Demolition Derby

Monday was Civic Holiday here. The fair was on over the week before and ended Monday with a favorite, the demolition derby.

It was a first for Bert and I. The church youth thought it would be great to all go watch so that is what we did. Initially it was shocking watching cars purposely smash into other, but after all that is why we came!

And this is what happens...

This driver was pretty happy about his win...

A lady won the final "grudge match"...

And you can't leave the fair without seeing a cute animal of course...

Zucchini Recipe?

Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor's Porch Night

Celebrate this fun holiday on August 8!

Established by Pennsylvanian Tom Roy, this day encourages sharing. "Due to the overzealous planting of zucchini, citizens are asked to drop off baskets of the squash on neighbors' doorsteps."

(1)Carefully place a dozen or more zucchini in a large, sturdy black plastic trash bag, then add a couple layers of unwanted clothing. Drive to nearest Goodwill or Salvation Army, hand over bag to nearest volunteer. Politely refuse any offered receipt. Leave quickly.

(2)Buy a large roll of freezer paper--the kind that sub shops use. Then proceed to wrap each zucchini that has managed to grow to a foot or more in length. Next time your child has a fundraiser, send him or her out supplied with these phony subs. Tell child to drop them off with neighbors or relatives and leave quickly. It's advisable that a responsible adult hover nearby in a get-away car.

(3)Gather all available plastic containers and freezer bags. Drink a vat of your favorite caffeinated beverage, in preparation for staying up 'round the clock to purée large quantities of zucchini. This can then be packaged neatly and artistically labeled: "For Zucchini Nut Bread Recipe." These packages can be freely given, along with copies of recipe, to anyone on your Christmas list.

-from http://www.allrecipes.com/

There you have it, there is a day or night for just about anything I guess!

The Wee Dog

Back in the 1960-1970's there was a couple of wee boys in the south of Ireland. They attended a one room school house and they had to walk to get there.

They came to class one day and the teacher said, "Okay, we are going to be learning about..........construct a sentence that begins with 'This morning...'"

A few minutes later she called on on of the boys, "Can you read your sentence to the class, James?"

He bravely stood up, "This morning on the way to school a wee dog crossed the road."

"James, I think what you meant to say was, 'This morning on the way to school a small dog crossed the road,'" the teacher corrected.

To that, the poor boy leaned over to his chum and whispered in all seriousness, "It looked like a wee dog to me!"


True story...