UFO'S SPOTTED OVER URBANA

It is 7:10 am edt and 57.6 degrees (So much for global warming). Patrick is outside, Junior is sleeping peacefully in his room and Boarder and cats are in their room(+37).

UFO ALERT!

Junior was outside last night making a phone call. All of a sudden I hear him yelling for me to come outside, he's yelling "UFO!".

So we had a nice little display of the Little boogers. They were bright orange, brighter than Venus, and would randomly appear for 3 or four seconds, stationery, in the west. I also saw a bright star appear out of nowhere for about 3 seconds, then vanish. This was not twinkling or clouds obscuring it--can't explain that either.

No idea what they were. Saw several shooting stars while we were out there (about an hour). Unusually high volume of air traffic as well--did I say unusual? More like startling. Clear cloudless night, probably saw 50 or 60 aircraft! There was no time when there were not at least six present. One, which sounded like an airliner, flew relatively low due east, right over us, then did a 90 degree turn and headed south. Never saw that before.

To me, the really strange thing was all the air traffic, it was amazing! Was it the Military doing a search and destroy on our Little Alien buddies? None of them were flying low level as they are sometimes wont to do in this area, tho. No choppers, no AC's, no jets.

Will keep you updated. Between the greys and the ghosts, and the mowing, we keep pretty busy out here.

FROM THE AIN'T IT THE TRUTH DEPARTMENT:

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old t-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending on your age you might do the following:

In your 20's: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favourite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.

In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favourite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.

In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.

In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms.'

In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog shit off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.

In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your prescriptions ready too. Don't even notice the dog shit on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her grandfather.

In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.

GO GATORS!!

So the mystery continues, in this hotbed of Alien sightings area....