Monthly Archives: July 2011

The Margaret Bus

I started today in a terrible mood.  There are times when I feel like Atlas with the whole world on my shoulders.  The Margaret Bus needed to leave Bob’s house by 6 a.m. to take Bobby to work.  For me, … Continue reading

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Time

I started thinking about time this morning when I was driving Bob’s son to work.  “Man, it is too early,” he groaned.   (“If you were working an 11 to 7 shift at the hospital, you’d think it was too late.”)  … Continue reading

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Foods that say home

The food doesn’t actually speak, but you know what I mean.  We were raised by a mom who was 5’6″ tall and had to work to stay above 110 lbs.  I think our mother was so traumatized by growing up as a Skinny Minnie … Continue reading

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Guilt-free pleasures

I was lying on my couch a few Saturdays ago, eating a Weight Watcher’s ice cream sandwich and watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta on Bravo when I heard a knock on the door.  Realizing that I had all blinds open and my car parked in … Continue reading

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Sam Houston with a statue as big as his ego

And why wouldn’t old Sam have such a huge statue?  He was the first president of the Republic of Texas and  first senator of the biggest state in the union (until Alaska the Usurper took the title in 1959). The statue stands just … Continue reading

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Why did the chicken cross the road?

If you thought an armadillo is an armadillo is an armadillo, you probably didn’t say it out loud because it doesn’t roll off your tongue like the rose comparison.   We spent our camping week-end saying “armadillo!” often since the Piney Woods have … Continue reading

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Sidetripping

I have an area of geographic competence within the state of Texas that extends from Brownsville-south, Austin-north, Victoria-east, and Freer-west.  Just turn that into a rectangle and you’ll see the section of Texas where I could be dropped by kidnappers … Continue reading

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