I am a Texan….fifth generation, to be exact.
I like Texas. It’s home.
If I ever left Texas to live elsewhere, I’d have to come back every once in a while to recharge, to refuel and to refeel.
There’s an energy here that’s so palpable, you can practically snort it. [...]
Archive for June, 2007
Perceptions
June 12, 2007
The Funny Thing About Allergies
June 11, 2007
In the course of my life, I have dealt with horrible allergies. Dust, mold…moth antenna. Nothing can cause congestion and an all over malaise quite like severe allergies.
Back in college, I had a particularly severe attack from something I wasn’t even aware of. This [...]
El Fin de Semana
June 8, 2007
Hello to my readers…
Well, as both of you know, old Laurie has been enduring a lot of stress in her life lately and a change of pace, scenery and governmental policy is in order.
So, an old college chum and I are high-tailin’ it to Meseeco. That’s right–I’m heading South of the Border.
I love Mexico, well [...]
For Men, It’s All Cake…Isn’t It?
June 6, 2007
I received an e-mail recently that focused on the many reasons why men are happier than women. Some were quite true…some made me laugh, some made me think.
But the list wasn’t complete. So, I’ve added a few reasons that I think might contribute to man’s superior mood and better overview [...]
Three random thoughts and one musing
June 5, 2007
RANDOM THOUGHT #1
I call it the “tyranny of the blank screen”.
You sit and stare at your computer and it stares back. Silently. Man vs. machine. It mocks you in the most Hitchockian way.
That’s what was happening to me…. I must write, I need to write, but about what? [...]
Joy
June 5, 2007
A number of over-taxed electric transformers exploded near my neighborhood and that plunged my apartment complex into darkness. OK—it was four in the afternoon. Still, if you’re in Houston, Texas at 4 pm in early June, you DO NOT want to be without power. Because no electricity means no air conditioning and one cannot survive [...]
The Crisper
June 3, 2007
It is apartment 3-B and the name on the lease reads, Mrs. Winifred Cuthbert.
Winnie, as she’s known to friends and family, is a dowager. A widow, entitled as such back in 1974 when her husband of 17 years ran off with his much younger secretary. Ever the prideful woman, Winnie can’t admit she’s divorced. She [...]
