Jews, Orchards, and Prophets

"And it came to pass on the 25th day of 8th month of 8th year of the 2nd millennia on the sixth story in a small dark room I had a vision. The oracle known as Sue used her strange liquids and wands and looked deep into the bowels of my wife. As she passed her wand over my wife's stomach an image began to form. "An arm... a leg... a head...",the oracle spoke each body part as she saw it. "A healthy child you have" Sue the oracle told us. She continued to look over the child gazing at its spine, skull, and stomach. As she looked over the child she finally said, "Ahh...you will have a Son as prophesied by Jon of Newtown."

That is pretty much how it went down today, except with more mist and a more cave like atmosphere. I tell you those ultrasound lady's like to keep it dramatic. So anyway, those of you who guessed xy as opposed to xx get a prize, that i haven't figured out yet. I, Joff Roy Horton, am going to have a son. Hide your salsa.

So that is very exciting and we can't wait to meet the little guy and now we get the fun of naming him, we have many of ideas but aren't sure which way to go. But we will all find out soon enough and he will be causing subdivision mischief before you know it. Also just let it be known that Jon of Newtown is now 2-0 when calling sibling births.

Anyway, I wanted to write some other stuff regarding recent events that I participated in over the past weekend.

The first was that on Saturday night (after attending a lovely polynesian dance recital) I went to a co-workers house party. Kid and Play were not present, but the evening was one of the more ones in recent memory. Amie and I arrived 15 minutes late, which turned out to be 30 minutes early and so we got to sit and hang out with the limited guests. Anyway, the guy whose house it was, is Jewish and as more and more attendees began to show up I realized 1.) I was early because it was the sabbath. 2.) I was lacking in the facial hair department. and 3.) Jewish peoples names can be difficult to pronounce/remember. I should clarify that I remembered the name to be odd (to me), but not how to say it correctly. But overall I like the Jewish culture, they know how to drink and have a good time. It was a good experience and I feel like I have some in common with them, well until we get to the New Testament ...but they had funny stories they told about synagogue that were strangely simliar to the ones we tell about church. I felt that the night broadened my horizons and that was good.

Anyway, the following day Amie and I went Peach/Blackberry picking at Eckerts Farm in Grafton Illinois. It was a rough beginning as we waited over 45 minutes to take the ferry across the river. 45 minutes!!! I could've driven the entire way and been there before the boat. I don't know what led to said Ferry taking so long, perhaps it tipped over because it had too many goods. I don't know, but it led me to be a little frustrated. Also once in Grafton traffic was terrible which led to more frustration (Bikers, Boats, and touristy walkers lead to traffic problems). So I was thinking that the place would be packed but it is just the opposite almost totally empty. It was pretty sweet in that we got to go and pick with no one else really around at all.

The picking of fruit/food got me thinking: "Do people in other countries find it odd that we pay to go pick fruit and think that it is fun? Why did the Asian family in front of me buy over 100 dollars of peaches? Were they having a peach party? Were they celebrating the closing of the olympics with peaches? Do Asians just like to eat peaches? Why was the worker from eckerts overweight if he worked on a farm, that doesn't seem right. I think Carlos would like to come to eckerts if he could drink wine."

After that we avoided the ferries and just stayed on land for the trip home. Stopping at Chuckaburger for a lovely late lunch. Anyway, I will have some pictures of the peach extravaganza soon.