Music and all it means

I am happiest when I am driving my car. Why? Because I love listening to the radio. A few of my favorite bands:

Angels and Airwaves
Blink 182
Black Keys
Flogging Molly
Dropkick Murphys

Spring has Sprung sorta

Hi Kitty Kats,

Not much new to report. Spring has sprung, but with thunderstorms. Soon we will be able to brush the dirt off our white shoes (for those of you that wear them) and show them proudly. Easter being the official “wearing white” kickoff, I suppose.
I don’t wear much white. Not only do I look fatter in it. I manage to always get a stain in a real obvious place.

My Heroine, It’s not Over

Another song that Tom must have written to his wife.

Totally Random Stalker Story

I was driving to work this morning remembering an embarrassing moment from my youth. I was 18 and newly broken up with the love of my life. Initials KK. I had a newly acquired used vehicle. It was my very first, and I drove it everywhere I wasn’t supposed to. One of those places was down the exes street. But I couldnt help it, and he wouldn’t know.

About 3 blocks past his house, my truck overheated. No lie. This is before I could call daddy on a cell phone. In fact, it was before cell phones. And why would I want to call him anyway when I was someplace I shouldn’t be.

I had to knock on the door to “his” house, after the humiliating break up where I had walked 4 miles to the store to call him, only to be broken up with via pay phone. I digress…he answered the door. Shocked to see me no doubt.

We managed to get the truck in his driveway. Turns out the radiator had a hole knocked in it from the engine being crooked. Engine mounts people, they are important.

I at least got enough water to get the truck up the road and away from KKs house. There I found a pay phone and called my daddy, who always came to get me. He was mad at me true. But not as upset that he had bought a truck with lose Engine Mounts.

Lesson Learned…Dont stalk your ex, they may find out.

Long Overdue

I’ve been so busy kitties. We are now deep into the holiday season. Christmas is 1 week away. Vacation is three days away.

What have I been up to? Working mostly. I have not had the chance to enjoy the simpler things in life recently. But all that is about to change. I’m taking two weeks off and plan on doing very little.

What are all you boys and girls getting for Christmas this year? I don’t want much. Winning the lotto would solve all of my current issues. My son’s gifts just get more expensive every year, and it’s so amazing to see the stunned look on his face when we tell him they cost to  much. Kids today.

I’m making my way over to Walgreens after work to pick up a couple of Jersey Shore Christmas Ornaments. My tree won’t be cool enough without them.

I know I had something clever and unusual to say, but my mind is drawing a blank.

I can tell you about my favorite TV show. American Horror Story. Its Lost, Twin Peaks, and every creepy Vincent Price movie all rolled up into one. I can’t hardly watch it sitting down. More about the later though.

Have a nice fucking day everyone!

 

Conversations with Teenagers- A Series

Watching this video with a fellow 16-year-old in the early 80s.

Her: My mom says he has a Hard-on in this video.

Me: How does she know?

Her: she is a nurse

Me: oh ok

Since I had never seen a hard-on I had to take her word for it.

Part 2 and maybe 3

All these Demons, They keep me up all Night!

I know you won’t believe this,  but I have my diaries and calendars that I kept when I was 15 and 16. I even read back through them at times.  Man I went through so much shit as a teenager! I am going to post excerpts of some of my entries from back in the day. Not today though.

I want to talk about losing a pet. I may be losing one. I pray to the powers that be that he pulls through this horrible pancreatitus.  It’s been four days and he is still on IV drip.    My son will 17 in two weeks.  It would suck for him to have a dead pet as a gift.

I hope everyone out in blog land gives my pooch a thought.

Who else in Houston has driven over horse poop today?

That’s right! It’s rodeo time in H-Town.  It’s no small affair either. Trail-riders from all over the state have converged on our streets. All headed to the Big month-long party over at Reliant.

Wanna be cowboys and girls are blowing the dust off their Stetson and boots,  Or buying new ones.  Last night I drove by Cavander’s.  The parking lot was full!! I’m sure that he only time that store gets any action is rodeo time.

I’m planning on boycotting the festivities. Every year I get depressed at this time because I can’t go to the BBQ cook-off. Not this time. I’ll just ignore it! Pretend it’s not there. Overlook the fact the Worlds largest BBQ cook off is in my town now! That’s what I’m gonna do! Just watch me!

I grew up in rodeo’s. Hanging out near the shoots and behind the scenes at the Largest Indoor Rodeo was where I got my start.  Gilley’s! Ok I date myself here because Gilley’s burned down years ago. I was 19 when I worked there. Being the Timekeeper was my profession every Saturday night. After eight seconds, I rang the buzzer. I can’t help but get a little nostalgic when rodeo comes to town. The rides, the food, the horses….

If you go out to the rodeo have a good time. Watch out for the steaming piles, and the thrown beer bottles.

Divine Rats

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have come into possession of some Divine Rats. Rats of a higher purpose I guess.

Here is the deal. Everyone knows I have snakes, and that snakes eat rats right? In the past there was never any question of my snakes appetite. There were always ready for a meal on schedule. But shortly before Christmas my Ball Python went on eating strike. I didn’t think this would ever happen to me, but its pretty common.
Ball pythons will periodically go off food. Males, when they are getting ready to brumate and if the weather gets cooler, or shedding. So the occasion came that I ended up with a large female rat. I tried feeding it to him again over the next few weeks and he didn’t eat. So now I had a pet rat.
When the time came to feed my Dumerils boa I went to the store to buy a smaller rat for her.  This is a snake that loves to eat, and will eat two in a row if you have them. So into the container goes the snake and guess what? She didn’t eat! So I have yet another rat that has escaped certain death by asphyxiation.  Now the first rat has a partner. I decided to leave them together since they were both females.
I’ve now grown soft towards the rats, and don’t want to feed an animal I’ve been giving apples to, and letting ride around in a rolly ball to the snake. I couldn’t do it.
This process went on a few more times. Both snakes ineffective in their mission to eat these rats. At this time,  I have 3 female rats that have escaped death on multiple occasions.  I don’t have a proper rat cage for them and the one I need would cost me $100.
I’m starting to feel bad when I have to feed my snakes unless it’s with the “Stranger” Rats that I get at the reptile store. What have I turned into? I never even liked rats that much. I mean as far as rodents like animals go, I would rather have a ferret. A ferret cage costs as much as a rat condo does. You know what else? They smell.  No matter how often I clean it. I’ve run out of ideas, for now I’ll bear the title of Rat Shepherd.

Way Overdue

I should have wrote a long time ago. Christmas, New Years and all those important office parties are all over.
I think for me the dust has finally settled.
We had guests during the holidays. My friends from Glasgow. Their first trip to America the Beautiful!
I worried. I mean most Europeans have these “ideas” about America. I worried for nothing. They loved it here, and as much as I protested and stammered in disbelief, they said they would move here in a heartbeat. I fed them biscuits and steak and beef stew and grilled chicken. Bowled them over with my culinary skills, although I haven’t cooked a nice meal since they left.
We went to the spot where Texas won its independence and drove through Houston’s skyscrapers on a cloudy day. Toured River Oaks and The Third Ward, but guess where they expressed the most shock? Academy.
Yeah we went in to pick up a pair of tennis shoes. When we walked by the Gun counter, that’s when things got interesting! They had never seen a gun let alone realized you could just buy one. Who knew a gun counter could be a tourist favorite.

After our friends went home, my cat ran away for two weeks. Just like that, boom ,she was out the door and what followed was some of the worst weather of the year. (so far)
I worried and cried and lost sleep (sadly no weight) we made signs to go around the neighborhood. Then some other cat went missing, and someones dog. It was horrible. I thought people were stealing our animals. I had made up my mind that she was not coming back.
Then two weeks to the day, she came back. Although it wasn’t easy to get her back in the house. She had turned a bit feral and took some strong objections to being placed in a cat carrier.  After getting a claw in the face and hand, I finally coaxed her back into our yard. Then I grabbed her and ran in the house.  It was that anti-climatic, I promise! I’m so glad to have her back.  She ain’t getting out again EVER!
So that is whats been going on since Christmas.

Thanksgiving Memories

Thanksgiving used to mean a time of togetherness for my family. Eating, reminiscing about the Good Ol Days, long walks in the woods. Now we don’t even speak to one another.   Ever since my mom died in 06, then my grandpa in 07, then in 09 my gran fell and broke her hip and had to move to a nursing home. I just focus on my gran now.

But Thanksgiving has always been my moms holiday. From the half-cooked turkeys and chickens, to the drunk pie throwing and name calling, there was always something exciting brewing when my mom got involved with Thanksgiving. We tried to dissuade her, My husband and I.   “Don’t worry, we are gonna fry the turkey”. “Well then, I’ll make the chicken and dressing”, she declares! I’ll never forget the drive to my grandparents that day. My husband says to me,” well how can you screw up a chicken, anyone can cook that”.
Well let me count the ways!! You can screw up a chicken so easy simply by not cooking it enough! I swear i have told this story a thousand times and I will never forget the look on my uncles face when he tried to dislodge a chicken leg from that partly raw carcass.  He tried to remain stoic. but my 6-year-old son wasn’t so tender when he shouted to all at the table, “Its raw!”  My mom left really quickly after dinner. My uncle said he would feed the chicken to his dog. I think the dog passed it up.

Another story of Mom and her Thanksgiving antics was a few years later. she had invited us over for dinner. She used to be a decent cook, I don’t recall, it may have just been a Honey Baked ham that year. But my job was to bring The Pie! I brought one of my favorite pies Coconut Cream. I bought it from this restaurant and it costs me a pretty penny. But it was worth it! I asked my friend Kim and her daughter Sharon to come with us, since they didn’t have anyone to spend thanksgiving with.
My mom was been cooking all morning. She had also been drinking all morning. Once dinner was served, she wouldn’t eat, because it would ruin her buzz. Well before it was all over we were screaming and yelling at each other about what was on TV, why wouldn’t the kids be quiet,  calling me a lesbian, in front of my husband, and son and  (news to him!) and saying you aren’t my daughter. Don’t come over here anymore, blah blah blah, and the worst thing is, she threw my fucking pie away! There are many more. But those two are my favorite.
So Mom I give the Thanksgiving Holiday to you. I sure miss you!