BUSY WORK WEEK COMES TO A CLOSE...SO DOES THE WINNING STREAK...

Well, my beloved Sox lost tonight to another streaking team: the Florida Marlins. The winning streak ends at 12. Good ol' #13. Whaddya gon' do?

Jackson assures me it'll be alright.

Tell me this dog ain't the illinest dog you've ever seen. I need to post an update on his pursuit of carbonated drink history with his appearance on a Jones Soda label, but there's no update. Although I can tell you, or expose some of you, for giving Jackson less than a "10" rating. Dude's average score was 8.75. Look at the above photo and tell me, again, how you could score him less than 10. How do you sleep at night? You know who I'm talking to.

So there was some drama outside my house tonight. Once again, I was about five minutes too late. We were out back watering the flowers and I hear a commotion on the street out front. It sounds like a car slamming on its breaks and then speeding up again. I perk up my keen ears to hear what's going on. I hear some yelling in the distance. I wait a few minutes and then, like any concerned neighbor, grab my keys, slip into my blue Crocs and hit the road in Boggs.

I drive down the block to see a crowd of people standing at the corner with a collective look like a bomb just went off. According to some cowboy with a really high voice (just worth mentioning), he said, "Yeah, there were two cars chasing each other this way, running into each other and all. Then, the woman in the front spun around right here and the pick up rammed into her like three times. Then she sped off down der and he ran up on the curb and drove through their yard, almost hit the stop sign and took off. Man, it was crazy."

I was surprised that he thought it was so "crazy" being that he probably grew up in a trailer park, but, alright, good for him. He saw something new. Not sure who let this riff raff into the neighborhood. Perhaps, they weren't from around here. Perhaps this guy was a fugitive from Ardmore, OK who shot and killed his wife's boyfriend and then abducted his wife and drove west on I-40 toward the Yellow just yesterday. Yeah, it's true. I saw it on the news. I'm on it all John Walsh...b'lee dat, ese. The fugitive was driving a silver Ford F150. Of course, a pick up in the Yellow is not quite a three-toed-sloth rarity.

Uh, my lovely wife wanted me to post the following pic to prove that not only can you actually grow something in the Yellow admist a horrible drought (of course, we did get some good rain last week), but that she can actually grow something. She plants seeds, but I swear they're actually pebbles. But, here it is, Exhibit A:

Pretty nice, indeed. I can't hate. The girl always pulls through. This is just one of many beautiful blossoms right now. Amazing that when water falls from the heavens that things actually turn green. I must look into this phenomenon.

Going to Palo Duro tomorrow night for some good ol' fashion camping with my lovely wife and handsome dog. Should be a good time. I'm taking a can of kraut because, well, no burgers really happy until you throw the stinkies on top.

For anyone travelling this weekend: drive safe, get plenty of fluids and look out for speeding Ford F150s with Oklahoma tags.