Viagra, Watermelon, and Barak Obama

After spending the day working inside our frigid building the warm air outside feels good, although by the time I reach my van I'm already starting

to sweat. There is a discussion going on about watermelon and sex. I ask what the topic's about and Robert hands me a web page print out that says watermelon has chemicals in it that can have an effect on the human body similar to Viagra. The Watermelon Growers Association must be ecstatic about this bit of news. As many watermelon commercials as erectile dysfuntion commercials will soon be seen on TV. As a side note it seems the chances of seeing a Viagra commercial rise dramatically (HA!) when my mother-in-law is seated next to me.

We have the weirdest conversations in our van pool and I'm convinced our van pool is the most unique of all van pools. It's black and white and odd all over. Just last Tuesday we were talking about race and the upcoming presidential election. If Barak Obama is elected president, will he be the first black president America has elected? If you said yes, hold your horses buckaroo. There were six former presidents who are alledged to have come from mixed race ancestry, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, Warren Harding, and Calvin Coolidge. Mark Twain said "Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't." I found the black president subject intriguing and it seems plausible to me that it could be true, either in part or whole.

Charlene is elbow deep in flour, making biscuits when I get home. "We're not going to the gym, Ben and Hailee are coming over for dinner." I jump into shorts and a tee to mow the lawn. I have to borrow Bill's mower AGAIN, as I had to take my mower back to Lyndon Mower Repair AGAIN last Saturday. It happens that they pretended to repair my mower and I had to take it back last Saturday. Dripping with sweat, I get through mowing about the time Ben pulls up in his Crown Vic with Hailee on the passenger side. It's always funny seeing Hailee riding in the police cruiser, her head just barely above the windshield. She's sporting her fake hillbilly buck teeth, EEWWW GROOSSSSSS. Charlene has dinner ready; pork loin, june apples, corn on the cob, and biscuits. Charlene bad mouths her own cooking but I'm here to tell ya...she lies. If her layer cakes come out slightly lopsided she thinks the whole thing isn't fit to be gagged down. It's gotta be Martha Stewart pretty too.