Jackson's New Church

This is the first time I the male member of the Petefish family has dared to enter into the blogsphere, but after Jenna spent a little while telling everyone about our new church I thought I would let everyone know my new church. It came to me during halftime of the early football games. I am sure revelations come to people in many diffrent ways; mine came to me with the sound of a bell. Actually it was the sound of the doorbell. At first I thought it was just Mackenzie's friend Lucky coming over to play (this whole thing of strange woman bringing her ugly dog over to play with Mac is a bit wierd particurly because I don't know her name, and I hope she does not know mine I will now return to my revelation) it was actually two men dressed in suits. One in his late 60's and the other probably in his 40's. After I told them I did not want any insurance, and I feel comfortable that I will be able to meet my financial goals, they asked me if I read the Bible. I said, "just got home from church!" I now realize that I didn't really answer their question, but I don't think it would of changed anything. They handed me some little book that I recognized as not being the Bible, and told me that all life's questions could be answered by reading Bible. I agreed that the Bible gives guidance in most important questions (minus the occasional #1 vs#4 debate at Mc Donalds- they got a good laugh). I, already being amazed at my patience (it was halftime though), encouraged them to get to the point. That is when they informed me that only 144,ooo people are going to get in to heaven. I responded, "Shit!! Those are pretty long odds. Why am I even trying?" The younger man, who so far had not said a word, laughed and the older guy seemed a bit frustrated with me and not so happy with his mute partner. After a few more minutes I informed them the half was almost over and It was time for me to get back to the game they left me with their little non Bible book. I took it up to Jenna who looked through it and informed me that they were Jehovah Witnesses and that book should not be in our home. I once worked with a Jehovah who would not go to birthday parties at the office, but would eat the leftover cake! NO CAKE MAN! That's celebrating! Like I wanted to give up my 15 minute break to celebrate a co-worker's birthday. I didn't get to skip it and eat the cake- why should he?! Bull.
Later on in my evening the doorbell rang again. I've never been so happy to see a crack-head selling magazines in my life. I almost invited him in! Instead I told him that with us both working we did not have time to read magazines (Jenna yelled at me for telling him that we were not home during the day- ugh).

P.S. Their church doesn't have a Starbucks or even a window!