Competition of Strength

So this week has been normal so far, worked two days and getting ready for a third.
Supper consisted of hotdog and bean soup, but I prefer just beans so I put the hotdogs back in the mother-pot.
I'm getting really pumped to go to school this fall though I know I'll miss a lot around here.

Let me tell you about last night. It was a slow night, we knew we'd put in our 8 hrs but there wasn't much of a rush to get the orders done...between dumping millions of 5lb bags of rejected potatoes and getting into several brawls with the 'cans the night passed eventually.
After being bugged by Oscar to arm wrestle him several consecutive times, my brother, Jonathan, beat him every time. Finally I got my dander up and decided to go against him as well....now you have to understand Oscar, he's 17, probably almost 18, a hard worker, hilarious and fairly strong. He loves practicing his English but we love to hear him do so even more...his combinations of improper verb conjugations and curse words slewn ignorantly in and out of his sentences is comical.
After our second break we had a few skids to finish on "Benito's Line"...Oscar beat me to it and I ended up running the machine whilst him and Jonathan stacked. Stacking is the best, and everyone wants it, (except most americans) because it's somewhat physical and very "responsiblity free". I would wander over and stack with Oscar while watching my machine...we were getting along pretty well for the night. Then we took two videos on his phone of us doing random stuff such as talking and trying to pump out a few reps of "one handed lifting 50lb bales".
So anyway, after a little inflating of my ego I challenged Oscar to an armwrestle...I was a bit nervous but Jonathan assured me it would be a breeze. Rey counted to 3 and then we begun, but no sooner was "tres" out of his mouth a threw all my energy in and pounded his fist to the table. Naturally I was accused of jumping the gun....ok maybe I did, Round 2.
So now we began fairly and it was pretty much a stalemate...for one reason; both of us can hold our position just barely above the playing surface. So I could pin his arm to about 2 inches above the table, but no more, then just for kicks I'd let him push my arm allll the way to the other side of the table, just above the surface...then I'd push his back to my side...and so we continued, neither able to beat the other...it was such a struggle we even had the whole table moving around. (it wasn't really a table, more of a plastic half-closet/cupboard type thing)...we finally called it a draw and walked away laughing...SO that was my day :P!