I'm home! Yeah!
Prior to going home, we met a realtor and a friend to look at a house he's thinking of purchasing.
En route to said house, who did we see cruising the neighborhood park?
Eric on hiatus, walking a certain lady of the canine persuasion.
Both looked very healthy and at peace with the world.
And that's your update from this end of the planet.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Random Monday thoughts...
On the road again, but it’s been a fruitful trip.
Well, other than the key card situation at the Crowne Plaza - Addison. Their key card system is down, so you basically must be escorted to your room and let in by the MOD (manager on duty) or the security guard. That should make you feel safe…until you realize that tonight (the second night of my stay) is the first time they have asked anyone in my midst for a picture ID, prior to escorting me to my room and letting me in. Sleep easy, all you wanderers. The hotel does furnish a sleep kit, complete with drapery clips, sleep CD, earplugs, linen spray, blah, blah, blah. The mattress is the very best I’ve tried in all my travels. So that’s all good.
The weather has been delightful, and is slated to be, tomorrow, as well. Had meetings today in the town of Pattie's place, and tomorrow’s meetings start at 6:30am close to Foo's town. Unfortunately, I was unable to slate time to hook up with my fellow bloggers in the Metroplex, but maybe we’ll be able to get together next time.
Had dinner last night with customers at Trulucks in Addison (and if you get a chance, try their specialty, stone crab claws) , and tonight at Del Frisco's. I’m so full, I’m going to bed. Another early morning, and a potential late night scheduled for tomorrow.
Sometimes, I look at the search key words that lead people to this blog, and here’s one of the best thus far…every time I see it, I get tickled.
“Cumbia By Here, My Lord”
Well, if anyone can do the cumbia, my Lord can!
Have a great rest of the week!!
Well, other than the key card situation at the Crowne Plaza - Addison. Their key card system is down, so you basically must be escorted to your room and let in by the MOD (manager on duty) or the security guard. That should make you feel safe…until you realize that tonight (the second night of my stay) is the first time they have asked anyone in my midst for a picture ID, prior to escorting me to my room and letting me in. Sleep easy, all you wanderers. The hotel does furnish a sleep kit, complete with drapery clips, sleep CD, earplugs, linen spray, blah, blah, blah. The mattress is the very best I’ve tried in all my travels. So that’s all good.
The weather has been delightful, and is slated to be, tomorrow, as well. Had meetings today in the town of Pattie's place, and tomorrow’s meetings start at 6:30am close to Foo's town. Unfortunately, I was unable to slate time to hook up with my fellow bloggers in the Metroplex, but maybe we’ll be able to get together next time.
Had dinner last night with customers at Trulucks in Addison (and if you get a chance, try their specialty, stone crab claws) , and tonight at Del Frisco's. I’m so full, I’m going to bed. Another early morning, and a potential late night scheduled for tomorrow.
Sometimes, I look at the search key words that lead people to this blog, and here’s one of the best thus far…every time I see it, I get tickled.
“Cumbia By Here, My Lord”
Well, if anyone can do the cumbia, my Lord can!
Have a great rest of the week!!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Opportunity Missed
The sometimes craziness of my life.
Elder Son has been sick for the last couple of days. Sick enough to go to bed. Sick enough to call Mom. Sick enough to roust his own skinny little butt out of bed and take himself to the doctor, get a shot, get antibiotics and go back to bed.
Elder Son lives 100 miles north of here. Today, he feels good enough to go to work, i.e., drive his truck to location and supervise workover work on an oil well. Good news. More good news, the location is close to Mom’s house. So, Elder Son is staying here for the night, and maybe, for a couple of weeks. We had gone to supper with friends, but Elder Son didn’t go, knowing that he was probably still a little contagious. We get home, greet Elder Son. He looks good, even though he’s still not at 100%. He’s like, “Mom, I am so tired of sleeping, I can’t believe I slept that much and I’m still so tired!” I pull out the vitamin C, and talk to him about his medications. I’m so glad to see him. Zack and MLH are, as well. We catch up a little, he checks out some new clothes we bought him at the Dillards 75% sale, then we all head to our rooms to settle in. MLH and I are still awaiting a call for a possible meeting with clients at 9:00 p.m.. (They’re from out of town and had a prior dinner engagement.) We get released from that meeting, and prepare to turn in for the night.
Elder son text messages me: “Gone to get something to eat.” I text back, “Okay, see you in a few.” I catch up on e-mails, everyone’s blogs, receive a call I’ve been expecting, and then it hits me - my son is in the house for the first time in almost two months, and I’ve not been able to spend any quality Mom/Son time with him.
I think, “I know he’s not feeling great, but he's working on his computer - I’ll grab my computer and go to his room and just hang out with him for a bit until I get tired or he goes to sleep.” This was at 9:45 p.m. I go into his room, talking to him, and realize he’s not home yet. I could swear I heard his truck drive up! It’s now 10:45 p.m. and the cowboy isn’t back yet. He must have caught his second wind, but I’m fading fast. I have a 5:15 a.m. workout date in the morning.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be…super independent? Self-sufficient? No, that's exactly the right thing to raise them to be.
Better yet, don’t waste any time when they’re home – because they’re not, very much.
Elder Son has been sick for the last couple of days. Sick enough to go to bed. Sick enough to call Mom. Sick enough to roust his own skinny little butt out of bed and take himself to the doctor, get a shot, get antibiotics and go back to bed.
Elder Son lives 100 miles north of here. Today, he feels good enough to go to work, i.e., drive his truck to location and supervise workover work on an oil well. Good news. More good news, the location is close to Mom’s house. So, Elder Son is staying here for the night, and maybe, for a couple of weeks. We had gone to supper with friends, but Elder Son didn’t go, knowing that he was probably still a little contagious. We get home, greet Elder Son. He looks good, even though he’s still not at 100%. He’s like, “Mom, I am so tired of sleeping, I can’t believe I slept that much and I’m still so tired!” I pull out the vitamin C, and talk to him about his medications. I’m so glad to see him. Zack and MLH are, as well. We catch up a little, he checks out some new clothes we bought him at the Dillards 75% sale, then we all head to our rooms to settle in. MLH and I are still awaiting a call for a possible meeting with clients at 9:00 p.m.. (They’re from out of town and had a prior dinner engagement.) We get released from that meeting, and prepare to turn in for the night.
Elder son text messages me: “Gone to get something to eat.” I text back, “Okay, see you in a few.” I catch up on e-mails, everyone’s blogs, receive a call I’ve been expecting, and then it hits me - my son is in the house for the first time in almost two months, and I’ve not been able to spend any quality Mom/Son time with him.
I think, “I know he’s not feeling great, but he's working on his computer - I’ll grab my computer and go to his room and just hang out with him for a bit until I get tired or he goes to sleep.” This was at 9:45 p.m. I go into his room, talking to him, and realize he’s not home yet. I could swear I heard his truck drive up! It’s now 10:45 p.m. and the cowboy isn’t back yet. He must have caught his second wind, but I’m fading fast. I have a 5:15 a.m. workout date in the morning.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be…super independent? Self-sufficient? No, that's exactly the right thing to raise them to be.
Better yet, don’t waste any time when they’re home – because they’re not, very much.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Procrastination is Making Me Wait...
We were motivated yesterday. We decided to clean house. Actually, we had planned to clean on Saturday, but successfully found enough stuff to occupy our day that we were able to procrastinate until Sunday. Don’t get all self-righteous on me, you know you’ve been there, done that.
On Saturday, we went to Harvest Caffe for breakfast, and then went our separate ways. MLH had some tax duties calling at the office. Younger Son and I went to buy a cool couch for our music room. There were a couple of requirements for the couch – (1) it had to be armless, to further facilitate the great (or will someday be great) guitarists in the house and (2) it had to be comfy enough to sleep on, should the extra musicians stay all night. Color, unimportant. Style had to be a little contemporary. We found one! We ordered the couch – and have a 3 week delivery date. Whilst looking, we found these two really cool lamps with metallic shades for the boys’ room. And then…we all went to the movie.
Sunday comes. And Younger Son gets sick and stays in bed all day. One warm cleaning body down for the count, two left standing. MLH and I begin the task of cleaning. Did I mention our house has 100% tile floors? And it has been rather wet outside in the past week? And we have a dog?
Ah, well. On with it. We have this HUGE red sectional couch. (And we special ordered it for our funkily-shaped living room, so it is our own fault, no matter how much we gritch about it.) We have been going back and forth about the configuration of this couch for almost a year. We turn it this way, and then that way. And nothing works – so much so, that in December, we bought a flat screen TV to hang on the wall, and as of yet, it is not hanging. And no rug has been purchased. No pictures hung. In other words – don’t let the humongous red sectional couch be the center of your decorating scheme. It will jack you up – for months.
For some reason, unknown to even me, I suggested a partial configuration. And MLH tilted his head this way, then that, and said, “Janie, that might just work!” We stopped what we were doing, reconfigured the couch, and voila! It was done! And that inspired…further moving of furniture. And that inspired…a trip to Salvation Army for disposal of even more furniture! I know, too many exclamation marks, but it’s exciting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Our house, which has been in remodel mode of some sort since we moved in here, is finally taking shape. And the plan is unfolding.
We have much more to do, but hang in with us – it will get done. I can feel it. It was a great, funny day…and even made more so by Zack the Wonder Dog’s constant asides and comments. Zack can't clean house worth a pig's ear, but the boy can be a smart-aleck - and a funny one, at that.
What? You’ve never heard a dog talk?
Stay tuned.
On Saturday, we went to Harvest Caffe for breakfast, and then went our separate ways. MLH had some tax duties calling at the office. Younger Son and I went to buy a cool couch for our music room. There were a couple of requirements for the couch – (1) it had to be armless, to further facilitate the great (or will someday be great) guitarists in the house and (2) it had to be comfy enough to sleep on, should the extra musicians stay all night. Color, unimportant. Style had to be a little contemporary. We found one! We ordered the couch – and have a 3 week delivery date. Whilst looking, we found these two really cool lamps with metallic shades for the boys’ room. And then…we all went to the movie.
Sunday comes. And Younger Son gets sick and stays in bed all day. One warm cleaning body down for the count, two left standing. MLH and I begin the task of cleaning. Did I mention our house has 100% tile floors? And it has been rather wet outside in the past week? And we have a dog?
Ah, well. On with it. We have this HUGE red sectional couch. (And we special ordered it for our funkily-shaped living room, so it is our own fault, no matter how much we gritch about it.) We have been going back and forth about the configuration of this couch for almost a year. We turn it this way, and then that way. And nothing works – so much so, that in December, we bought a flat screen TV to hang on the wall, and as of yet, it is not hanging. And no rug has been purchased. No pictures hung. In other words – don’t let the humongous red sectional couch be the center of your decorating scheme. It will jack you up – for months.
For some reason, unknown to even me, I suggested a partial configuration. And MLH tilted his head this way, then that, and said, “Janie, that might just work!” We stopped what we were doing, reconfigured the couch, and voila! It was done! And that inspired…further moving of furniture. And that inspired…a trip to Salvation Army for disposal of even more furniture! I know, too many exclamation marks, but it’s exciting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Our house, which has been in remodel mode of some sort since we moved in here, is finally taking shape. And the plan is unfolding.
We have much more to do, but hang in with us – it will get done. I can feel it. It was a great, funny day…and even made more so by Zack the Wonder Dog’s constant asides and comments. Zack can't clean house worth a pig's ear, but the boy can be a smart-aleck - and a funny one, at that.
What? You’ve never heard a dog talk?
Stay tuned.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
We always wanted a pool...
Yesterday morning, it was below freezing in Midland. MLH went out back to turn on the water to fill up Zack the Wonder Dog’s bowl…and the water was frozen.
We both worked late, with MLH getting home a little before me. He opened the gate to greet Zack, and found the back yard had turned into a swimming pool. Apparently, he had not completely turned off the faucet, and once it warmed up enough to thaw out, the flooding began.
Thank God for the neighbor (whoever you are) who trekked into our back yard and turned off the faucet. I bet your shoes are muddy, neighbor! And Zack the Wonder Dog – well, he is another shade of brown.
We were going out to supper with Younger Son (after MLH got Zack cleaned up and settled). MLH walked in front of us to open the door for us, and we cracked up! There were two huge muddy pawprints on the back of MLH’s pretty new sweater.
MLH said, “What? What is it?”
Well, we couldn’t let him go out like that, could we?
It’s never boring around here.
Not ever.
We both worked late, with MLH getting home a little before me. He opened the gate to greet Zack, and found the back yard had turned into a swimming pool. Apparently, he had not completely turned off the faucet, and once it warmed up enough to thaw out, the flooding began.
Thank God for the neighbor (whoever you are) who trekked into our back yard and turned off the faucet. I bet your shoes are muddy, neighbor! And Zack the Wonder Dog – well, he is another shade of brown.
We were going out to supper with Younger Son (after MLH got Zack cleaned up and settled). MLH walked in front of us to open the door for us, and we cracked up! There were two huge muddy pawprints on the back of MLH’s pretty new sweater.
MLH said, “What? What is it?”
Well, we couldn’t let him go out like that, could we?
It’s never boring around here.
Not ever.
Because Jen did it...and she's cool!
Tip of the meme hat to Jen over at Lintefiniel Musing.
| Your EQ is 160 - yeah, right... |
 50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. |
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Beretta 391 Xtrema 2
If you read this blog with any regularity, you all know my family and I love shooting sports.
Someday I'd like to be this good shooting sporting clays.
If you buy the gun, do you automatically gain the accuracy?
Yep...In. My. Dreams.
Someday I'd like to be this good shooting sporting clays.
If you buy the gun, do you automatically gain the accuracy?
Yep...In. My. Dreams.
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