WATCHING CABLE OR TORNADOES?

Which would you prefer?
Well, if you happen to live in West Texas, you actually do have a choice.

Monday night just happened to be the first time for this year that we had to go into the root cellar (not wine cellar). Let me tell you right now, it is not fun! Especially when you've got 2 shoulders, 1 knee and a hip loaded with metal. In the first place, you sure as hell don't want to be struck by lightning, second it's a funny sight watching someone sooo loaded with extra ammo
go down and back out of the damn cellar and still try to act and sound lady like!!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna confess to you guys the reason why I was so upset. For weeks now, I'd been savoring a delicious steak. Two days before, I get myself to the grocery store and pick out some really good steaks.


So, Monday, dad decides to do the yard. I go out and check on him regularly and he is really getting down big time. He finishes the yard and weed eating, and jumps over and continues to ride the mower on about half acre around the house. That's when I decide to take out the steaks. He's been out there all day and I decide to grill the steaks, do baked potatoes, and salad for an early dinner, so he can shower, eat and chill the rest of the evening.

I started the steaks, and it was still very nice outside. Actually it had been nice all day. About 5pm, Cindy calls and tells us to watch the weather cause she had just seen on TV where we were under a TORNADO WARNING! " Yeah, Yeah, Cindy. I'm trying to finish up dinner here, don't have time to play around." She tells me to turn the TV on to watch the weather. I do. You should of seen me go. Boy, I rushed out to tell dad about the storm. (he was already opening the cellar door and watching one of the tornadoes drop down and then back up into the clouds about 2 or 3 times.

You know me. I have to eat! What if this was gonna be my last meal? There was no way I was going down the cellar without at least one bite, well, maybe two or three bites out of my steak.
We decided we had time to eat right quick, since by now it looked like the clouds had moved over us. We swallowed our meal (cause really neither one of us remember chewing on any of it).

By this time, our weather radio went off, and the local scanner was telling everyone to take cover. I actually had to go down in reverse, taking about one minute per step (about 8 steps down). It's a good thing about these scanners and cell phones, you know exactly when it's gonna hit you. All the time we were down there, I kept thinking, 'next time I'm bringing my movie camera'. Time to get out. Again here I go up (in reverse). With each step, I had to lean on the cement wall and push myself up. It was more painful going up than actually going down.

The tornado looked really scary. A little damage in town, but no one hurt. Dad says we have to do a couple of dry runs into the cellar. I agree. I'm going into town later and get me some material so that I can finish up my spiderwoman outfit. For the next time, I guarantee, I'LL FLY DOWN THE CELLAR!!!!!

Mexican Blondes?

Have you ever asked yourself if there are Mexican blondes out there?
Well, I'm here to tell you, "yes indeed there are!"
Infact I have one living right next door to me. Which happens to be my dear, sweet mother.

I'll make this a short story. During spring break, my mom and dad had the privilege of keeping their two great-granddaughters for the week.
Kyle and Bea's daughters, Haley, age 7, and Lauren, age 3.
They really enjoyed being out on the farm, and it just so happened that there were 14 new baby goats. Haley of course felt she had to be out there helping out her "Tata" from early morning till late at night, or the goats were just not gonna be looked after as they should be without her help.

Getting back to the blonde. Mom had told me the week before that her and Dad had found the best homemade peanut brittle they'd ever had. So, of course I had to drive over to Westbrook, just west of Colorado City to get me some of that so called, "best peanut brittle ever made", just to make sure Mom wasn't lying to me. ( do you think that maybe, just maybe this is the reason some of the clothes hanging in my closet keep shrinking?)

Ok, back to the blonde. We decide to take the girls with us for a ride. We get Lauren's car seat and position it in the back seat of MY car. Have you ever tried strapping a child down onto a child seat? Not easy when you're not used to doing it on a daily basis. It was taking an 80 year old grandpa, 76 year old grandma, and a hefty 57 year old aunt (me) to strap the kid down. Believe it or not, WE WERE NOT ABLE TO DO IT!

That's when the 76 year old mexican blonde steps in and says, ( with index finger on forehead ) " Hey, why don't we try the car seat in MY car?" Well, why didn't grandpa and hefty ever think that the color and model of the car would make all the difference in strapping down the kid?

The old man and I laughed till we hurt. By this time, poor Lauren was so restless and probably wondering what the hell we were laughing about, and the old lady STILL couldn't figure out what she'd said that was so funny!!

Us country folk need to get out more!! LET ME TELL YOU, THAT PEANUT BRITTLE WAS THE BEST EVER!

Happy Easter Bunny Everyone!!!!!

Well, I'm back. I ONCE WAS LOST, BUT NOW I'M FOUND!
Don't exactly know what happened to my first entry, I'm sorta thinking it was J.G. since he was the one that helped me create the blog. He'll never admit it was his fault, he's always telling me that I don't have a very good attention span.

Well, this will prove that I can do anything I set my mind to. (without his help). Not bad for a 57 year old huh? Well, I'm at a loss now. When I'm not picking on my adult kids, I really don't have much to say. Well, actually I do have something to write about. About 2 weeks ago, about 7 priest from around Colorado City, came to help out Fr. Georgie with confessions. They've been doing this for awhile now. They have priest all over the church and you have the option to pick which priest you think you may feel comfortable with. Well, they introduced each one by name and parish, and then designated each one to their location. I don't know how familiar you catholics' out there are with Saint Martin de Porres. He is my mom's favorite saint, in fact she's always told us that when she passes on, she wants to be dressed in a black and white vestment just like his. Oh, before I forget to tell you, He's Black. So, I see him, and I tell Dad, "Oh, my gosh, he reminds me of St. Martin. I'm getting in line to go confess with him!" Well, the rest is history. My turn comes up. We make contact by hands and I tell him he reminds me of St. Martin. Up to this moment I think he responded with a, "Thang oou." That's what told me I was in deep,"@#^*+~". Well, I was right. Right now, this very minute, I don't know whether he gave me a penance of 1,000 Hail Mary's or sentenced me to prison.

So, now I have to go again, cause I honestly don't have a clue as to what he told me. Isn't this sad. I left the church sooooooo confused, not knowing which way was left or right. I got in the car and told Dad my story, and bless his little 'ole heart'. He always knows how to make things right for me. SO HE TAKES ME OUT FOR AN ENCHILADA DINNER!!! MY HERO!!