I turned the weather channel on before I came out. JIM said the winds were pounding Houston at 92 mph and blowing the windows out of the high rise buildings. One part of town had 4 feet of water in the houses. My sister Nita lives on the Northwest side of Houston. She had put her furniture up on blocks in case the carpet gets wet (I hope not, she just moved in 8 mos. ago and had put in new carpet and painted), then she went to stay with her friend in Cypress, which is a little farther west. I can't wait until she calls tonight, I want to hear how she liked 92 mph wind! We didn't get wind like that where we grew up. Well... we'd have a tornado from time to time. But that's gone in a flash... you barely have time to think about how hard the wind is blowing when you are dodging trees and lawn furniture. With a hurricane a person gets to sit there and listen to it howl for awhile and wonder "how long is this going to take?"
I heard from my Aunt this morning, she said my cousin and her husband, who live in Galveston evacuated to his family's home in Alabama. They figured traffic east would not be as bad as the brunt of the flow moved north toward Dallas or west toward San Antonio and Austin. Good thinking.
Would you look at what the wonder-girl put in my Bento Thursday nig
My sister and I used to do things like this when we were in high school. Only we didn't use white bread or a Bento box.... We used a half eaten Corn-dog! This was back in the late 70's when everyone carried those feedbag looking purses. So one of us (probably Nita, because she's just evil like that...) slipped the half eaten corn-dog into the other person's purse. Only for the 'victim' to find it all dried up and gross a few days later. We did this for I would say at least a year or more... I know what you are thinking... the stick was gone from the beginning, and after awhile the corny coating fell apart in someone's purse, only to leave the doggie. The object of the game was to NOT let on that you had found it when you did, and then to plant it back in the other person's purse without them knowing. Just imagine finding half a wiener in your purse when you are franticly looking for your keys. Now if by chance you found it in the presence of one of your other friends and you screamed or let the 'dog' out of the bag, then that friend could then become a possible future Corn-dog Tag Team victim. There were only maybe 4 or 5 of us on the tag team. Too many members and someone is bound to tell "she put a wiennie in your purse!!!" You know how girls can be. Needless to say, we had to make our own fun back in the old days on the West Texas prairie. No I-pods, cell-phones, texting, or laptops for us. Just cruising the streets of Odessa all night in Mom's war-wagon with a tank full of 75 cent a gallon gas, waiting for the day when we'd be old enough to get in the dance-halls. Those were the good old days!!!
I wanted to show Lyvvie and Jacki my new
Speaking of Jolea, she went out with friends last night and the last time I looked at the clock it was 1:30 and she still wasn't home. Her door was closed this morning, so who knows when she wandered in during the wee hours. I'll probably get her up in a bit to go to the bank. It's a momma thing to torture your children when they go out drinking all night.
Jody had treatment #4 yesterday. He was a little 'up in arms' last night. Seems one of the nurses told him he would be having 10 treatments instead of 8! That probably made him fighting mad. He's going to have a PET scan on Monday at 5:30 to see if the cancer is gone. He was hoping they would be announcing that the cancer is gone, we'll do two more treatments and you may begin Radiation. Then he would probably ask the Radiologist to cut those back from 3 weeks of everyday zapping to two weeks. He's just so ready to get back to work... as soon as the Chemo is over he will be released to return to work.
Jolea had gotten an email from Jeff a few days ago, they had left Estonia for Stockholm and were headed back to England. Last night she said they were in Venice going to Paris and back to London. Sounds exciting. I hope they are getting pictures of more than just the inside of airports. I can just see them standing there gazing up at the departure screen saying to each other "there's one going to such and such in an hour, let's try to get on it." Jolea is starting to get jealous that he's been to more foreign lands than she has. She's so competitive.
Sometimes I feel like I'm preaching to the choir when I write about local things in the blog, but for those of you who are local, please remember I have readers who live in far off lands and exotic places like Japan, Scotland and Mexico. So they like reading about the on the spot action. And they comment... unlike the locals (Dawn, Judi, Davia, Carol, Amalia...), I know you can type... I get email from you. Don't be scared to comment.
I'm done... my brother is waiting to read today's news.... I'll let you know if we get any wind, I don't think Ike is going to make it up here. North Texas Home Depots are all happy, they unloaded a bunch of generators. Jody says it's all done for the ratings.
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If you want to really torment Jolea today, put a half of an old corn dog in her purse and make sure she finds it today. That would about put me over the edge if I was hungover...
No matter how much she drinks, she's never really a grump... Like being a natural sailor, she's also a natural drinker.
I'm not hungover!!! And, I got home at 2:45am. I was reeeeeeeeeeally quiet!
Yeah, but she left an empty Bud Lite bottle by the front door. That's probably saved us from the Jehovah's Witnesses today.
Heheheheh.
Loved the corn story.
I once did that to a friend. Put a fish in his bag.
Fish wouldn't work for us... we needed something that could go undetected for an undetermined amount of time. One of us had possession for for months.
Yes, I think that your game is far more fun and stealth-like.
I'd love to play it.
Let's play it when we meet. Hehehehehehhehe.
OK, I'll start saving the corn-dogs now, since you don't have a neighborhood Sonic Drive-in.
Well I couldn't unlock the door with my purse in one hand and a beer in the other, I made a choice. Did I choose wisely? Was there any beer left in the bottle? If so I made the wrong choice.
Hello all! I kinda like being a fly on the wall, but I will come forth. I like the stories and the updates, feel like I know Hubby and the rest of the gang, like we were neighbors... Hello Jody, Hello Jolea, Hello Jeff... See you Monday O'wise one.
Judith you forgot to mention the FULL moon!
Finally, the locals are coming forward... glad to see your comment Dawn.
Hanks and I had 300+ beer cans and 3 dead kegs in our yard after a party in Alpine and that didn't stop the JWs from showing up the next morning. But if you answer the door at 8am in boxers with a Lone Star in hand they will move out rather smartly.
Hahah Uncle Michael is my hero!
See everyone... it's a family thing.
Cor. 15 comments. This blog has just been entered into 2008's Marble Cheeseboard with Wire Cutter Competition.
Good luck in the draw!
Hey, I'm one of the luckiest people around... I won a knife just the other day. I almost cut my fingertips off my left hand tonight... but I didn't, I'm lucky.
ahhhh the Lucky Cheeseboard... I have heard it exists in far off lands... good thing we hung out with the happy lucky cats at the Asian Market yesterday! I even touched that lucky pig! I think you've got that board in the bag!
*sneaks in and steals the orange lunch bag*
Oh no Lyvvie I found you the perfect gift at an Asian market yesterday... send your address and I'll send it to you. And the girls something too.
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