pick a bale of cotton

it's interesting some of the rare sights i witness during my daily travels. today, for example, i was on my way to Corinth, Mississippi when i stumbled upon a caravan of migrating cotton bales (heading south to Hanes, MS, no doubt). luckily, i was able to snap a couple pictures before they spooked. like the rest of you, i've often pondered the gender of wild cotton bales and was surprised to find the entire herd female (note the pink blouses). as they meandered on, i couldn't help but feel a little sorry for them. i mean, i wonder if they know their destiny is to end up as some greasy, fat guy's unmentionables.



oh well.


considering the shortage of original costume ideas, i felt it my obligation to contribute..
here goes..

• Darth Mader. picture a dark, caped figure with blinking chest lights and a mechanical breathing apparatus. but, rather than a lightsabre, he wields a Hunts ketchup bottle and reduces his foes to tomato paste with his dark force powers.

• Clay Baiken. an irritating red headed crooner dressed like a cop.

• Billy Midol. dress like a burned out punk rocker with menstrual cramps. whole new meaning to "rebel yell"

• Migrating Cotton Bale. glue tons of cotton balls on yourself, grab a pink wrap and meander south.

obviously, not a lot going on in the La Coax household. a couple of the kids decided the coughing and fever routine wasn't getting enough attention so went with the ear infection ploy. we are becoming regulars at the clinic. i told jonathon it was about time to throw him away since he's sick and broken and all. he went to his room and came back with his plastic lightsabre. something about he being my father and me meeting my destiny... so, needless to say, i didn't put him in the trash...

great to hear from jodi. looking forward to hearing what's going on with you and yours.