Take-offs and Landings, All Players Left Standing

Hubby and I did a road rally today.  

He drove.  I navigated.

Yes, we are still speaking to each other!!

When Hubby first told me about the rally, Evil Twin asked why the road needed to rally. 

Sheesh.  

I explained that it wasn't a baseball game and we did not have to root for our home team to score runs.  We were given a list of instructions supposedly explaining our route from point A to B without seeing state-altering signs such as  "Welcome to Oklahoma", " Welcome to Louisianna", " Welcome to New Mexico", "Bien Venidos a Mexico", or "Road Ends. Ocean Ahead".

The rally was centered around local airports.  As we drove around north Texas in triple-digit heat for several hours with the AC blasting, we were supposed to look for windsocks or airport signs and decipher instructions that looked liked this:

• STOP  - Got that one!
• Left at RidgeCrest Circle, Right - Uh....
• Straight, Left on Dove Hollow - Double Uh...
• Left on ToNoWhere Parkway -  Oops.  Can't do that.  It parallels the road we are on.

We had to answer questions along the route.  But sometimes they were not to be answered.  What-the-Scorched Flying Bird Poop?

I was a bit concerned when I was told to turn onto AA Bumgarner Road.  I was imagining poor little AA in junior high with a name like that.  Later we had to turn onto Morris Dido Newark Something.  I had to take a second look at that one before I read it to Hubby.  

We saw Dido again. This time it was the United Methodist Church and it was down the street from Kenneth Copeland's Cult.....er...Ministries' complex and private strip.

Ahem.  Air strip.

Before all the fun started, Hubby and I walked around a flight museum at the starting point of the rally.

I identified my next ride:

Hubby pondered winged birds while Evil Twin eyed that cute little weapon:

We don't know if we won anything at the rally.  I doubt it.  We didn't hang around to find out. We had fun but we decided that leftovers and couch-camping in front of the TV are the exciting plans for tonight.

Centus Thief Strikes Again

Wow.  Saturday already?  

I hope everyone had a great week.

My mission today is to write a short story of about 100 words using this prompt in the story: 

Driving six hours is a long time on the road.  Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times.  But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now.  Or was it?  My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Evil Twin and I accepted the mission, watched the mission tape self-destruct, waved at the late Peter Graves and that Scientific Dude Tom Cruise, and got down to business:

Dinner Isn't the Only Thing Cooking

Driving six hours is a long time on the road.  Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times.  But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now.  Or was it?  My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Medford?

No.  Look again.

PHEW!  Stepford.  Yes, that's much better.   I can't get lost again and be late.  Dinner must be on the table by 5:30 pm or there will be consequences.  

All of the men have been so irritable lately.   I'll have to remember to talk to the other ladies about this at our next gathering.

I think we'll meet on Tuesday night this time, while the men are "bowling".  Yeah, right.   Bowling. Very soon, something else about 12 pounds will be rolling around here.

Take a breath.  Patience.  Patience.  I must make another call to Sally to see if she will join us.  After what happened last week, she may be more than ready to participate.

Tom, over at Sophisticated Lunacy, is a regular participant in the Saturday Centus.   Go check out his story.  It's a good one!

Guys and Dolls and 30 Years

Guys, pay attention.  You have been complaining about male butt overload on this blog.  Well,  complain no more.  This post may have something you want to see.

But for the ladies? 

Um.....well....read it anyway, 'K?

Remember that class reunion I attended?

No?

If you need a reminder, click here.

I am now in possession of some photos.  Here's a bit of leg:

People eating (not people-eating) must be a magnet for a photographer:

Dude, we were about to go get dessert!

No.  I'm not in that photo.  Do you think I would post one with ME eating? 

A mysterious head in the crowd, talking to someone she doesn't remember but looks pretty darn good after 30 years...

You did WHAT last night 

at the after-party?

Oh, my, my, MY!  A pair of melons worth the trip to this blog, huh?

NO.  THEY AREN'T MINE.  Those things probably weigh more than I do and cost more than I make in a year.

**Waves wand, shouts R I D D I K U L U S**

Geeks appear before you:

Ok.  Ok.  The one in the center was drill team so I won't call her a geek.  The others, well, we were all band wienies at our respective schools (The ladies are alumni.  The men are semi-bored spouses).

Guys,  just in case this isn't enough,  how about some hot horse power?

It looks hot out there doesn't it?

Oh, that's not hot horse power?

Ok, how about this?

Snort.

Note to self:  Don't let Evil Twin pick out a sports car....or any car.  She gets a bit confused between horse power and actual horses.

Sigh.

Photo credits:  Reffie-leg, head, and other reunion photos:  purchased by Reffie, Pinto: Bogwan from flickr.com, Ford Pinto: jacki-dee from flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar).

This one time at band camp....

Yeah, I went to band camp.  Once.

I just said that to get your attention.   There is no story.  I was a wallflower at that age.    I didn't know you were supposed to do crazy things and come back with stories to blog about years later.  I was a decent flute player but as I recall I didn't even make the first band.   

Sigh.

OK, Deb, this is for you:

That's right.  You wanted to see more players' butts.  Not only do you get two players' butts in this picture but an umpire's derriere is also part of the shot.  I sure hope you like it.

Hee Hee.

I've read some posts lately about rude people.  Evil Twin thought this photo would be appropriate as to what could be done with these rude people:

Gulp!

Several of you have already taken your vacations.  I've enjoyed reading about your adventures and misadventures and I'll admit to being a little jealous! 

Hubby and I will be taking a vacation at the end of August.  We are headed to Montana to visit Glacier National Park.  By then maybe the snow will have melted and we will need a break from the Texas heat.  I told Evil Twin to get some bear repellent but she is stocking up on honey.  She told me to use it as sun block.

Yes, indeed.  Summer is returning to north Texas.  We've had our "summer rains" and now we are expecting triple digits towards the end of the week.   

Yippee.

Although this is a photo from Texas, I will promise you that nobody I know gets out of the house looking like this:

DOUBLE EW!

 

Mom is getting closer to going under the knife for her shoulder issues.  I'm hoping this happens in the next couple of weeks.

Finally, to get those icky white shorts out of your mind, here's a photo from my front garden:

I love this little bird bath.  It's been dropped and broken but I glued it back together.  The birds don't seem to mind.  I can easily see cardinals, wrens, crows, and blue jays fighting over the bath on a daily basis!

Photo credits: Butts, Bird fighting ring:  Reffie, rude-people-eater:  some email,  tighty whities:  peopleofwalmart.com

Seeing White...and Red and Blue

Was it just last week that I was complaining about the hot and dry weather we've been having?

I should know better.  Apparently, Mother Nature manifested some kind of system that parked itself over north Texas and then got together with some guy named Alex and they churned up a doozy.  We've had a "mighty fine" soaking over the last few days, including a monsoon yesterday evening that left piles of mud on the sidewalks. 

"Mighty fine" is something my dad used to say.   I giggled when I wrote it.

Our area lakes thank you for the liquid, Ms. Fickle M. Nature.

We've gone from crunchy, scorched, grass to fungus:

Those white blotches are mushrooms.

Ick.

Hum.....I just noticed Evil Twin going into the shed in the back.  She was carrying test tubes, beakers, and a bunsen burner.   She said she was making some magic.

Should I be concerned?

Sigh.

Happy Birthday, America, on this Independence Day!  I put a call in to Will Smith, thanking him again for saving the world from those ugly aliens.  I had to leave a message, just like last year.  Actually, just like every time I call.  I'm still waiting on a call back.  I guess he's busy.

Sigh.

Hubby, Evil Twin, and I went to the baseball game last night.   Soldiers from Fort Hood did the honors with our flag:

We got to see Nolan Ryan:

He's the guy on the first row with the round, empty spot on his head.

Evil Twin enjoyed views of players' butts:

We were all disappointed that there were no fireworks after the game.  Although there were plenty of other places having fireworks last night, the ballpark decided to save them for tonight instead.

Sheesh!

I'm in big trouble with the twin. I had to tell her that she was going to get to set off the fireworks in order to get her to behave at the game.  When she found out the truth....well....there was a little surprise in my running shoes this morning. 

Ew.

Have a great holiday!