Big Texans and Wild Horses Should Have Kept Me Away

I was reading an article in the paper about a Texas woman who was told by an airline that she had to buy two seats because she was too big to fit in a single seat.    She said she was surprised and embarrassed by this situation and said something similar to "People are bigger in Texas".

Um.....EXCUSE ME?

Just because she is from Texas and she is big, she thinks everyone from Texas is big? 

Um....no.  This woman obviously needs to get out more.  Yes, I see BIG PEOPLE here in Texas but I sure see a lot of BARBIE STICKS, too.

SHEESH!

Ah, for the smell of freshly watered brown grass...

According to the calendar, it's still spring.   It's supposed to rain in spring.   Mother Nature is obviously confused.  Yes, I truly believe she is going through the THE CHANGE.....in more ways than one.

I do have a rose bush that is still green and hasn't caught on that it's too hot to bloom:

She's a beauty and she knows it.

Also, since my real cat has not come back, I'm having to make do with this beast:

About all he's good for is pushing up daisies......er....I mean Blue Daze!

Yes, he's cracked.  Although he has made it through winters before, I don't think he cared for this last one, with the 12-inch snow event in February.

I had my running legs handed back to me on a platter yesterday.  I ran a half marathon on concrete trails in heat/high humidity.  I can tell you that there is no flavor of humble pie that I like.  The only saving grace was the scenery.  We had some nice green stuff to look at, like trees and park grass that is over-watered daily.  There were a few small lakes and a polo field (!!) but then there there was this sculpture at the finish line:

Over-sized wild mustangs.  Cool.  I wished I had been riding one instead of running that race straight out of the Hades.

Photo credits: Ruby Red and Dazed Cat: Reffie, Las Colinas Mustang Sculpture: armstrks on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar).

Geek Sent to Siberia

Ok. Ok.  I didn't really get sent to Siberia but I am choosing to visit a colder climate later this week.  Yes, I know I'm crazy.   More on that later.

Roses magically appeared at the geek household this past weekend.  It's a good thing because they sure smell a lot better than Cat.

Sweet Hubby Geek surprised me with the roses for our anniversary.  We also went out to dinner. I ordered crab claws.  They were tasty but huge so I'm glad I didn't have to catch them myself.  I might have lost a nose.  I had to stop eating the claws with my tiny fork because I was tired. 

We had some very tart key lime pie for dessert.

"Um, yeah.  That was some bitter pie, Mate."

In other sweet news, Dana over at Life is Good, is obviously addled from lack of sleep due to a new pint-size member of their household (Woof!)  She thinks I'm sweet.  She also things I'm a blog award whore but we won't talk about that.

She gave me some cupcakes:

Silly Dana.  She has obviously not met Evil Twin. 

Since I don't want to be the only blog award whore out in Blogland, I'd like to spread the icing around. The following sweethearts are welcome to take the cake and eat it too:

• Jean Knee from Put some polka dots on it - We Texans have to be sticky stick together.
• Honeypiehorse from Our Feet are the Same - Duh.  With a name like that?  She has to be sweet as a cupcake.

To get back to the colder climate discussion, Hubby and I are taking a few days off. I may miss a few of your posts with their witty insights and coffee-spewing humor.

On second thought, I don't need laughter to spill things around here...

Oops. Excuse me.   

"Cleanup on aisle....."

We are headed to New Mexico for some skiing.  Maybe.  Weather permitting. 

It's a short trip so our plan is to ski ONE day.  It will be interesting to see if we're able to get up the next morning.  We don't ski as much as we used to when we were 20-somethings with arthritic knees.  Now we are bit older with arthritic knees. According to Warren Miller, knees have a finite number of ski turns.  My knees are on the countdown:  T Minus 100 ski turns and counting....and NO, I don't ski like the extremists on his videos (I WISH!)

Maybe I'm just getting too old for this kind of "fun".

People-watching on ski slopes is also fun.   Let me rephrase that.  Watching other people do silly things is fun.  Seeing oneself and corresponding gear all over the mountain (called a "yard sale") is not so fun....unless you can find a fireman, Matt Damon, or Kiefer Sutherland to bring it to you.  It's also important that one is able to get up with all limbs intact and successfully ski to the bottom for Happy Hour.    Wine, beer, margaritas, hot toddies, or Diet Dr Pepper.  Take your pick.

What?  It's only 11:00 am and I've only skied a hour?  What's your point?

Another favorite activity is hat shopping.  I must model new big floppy hats.  Remember this one?

Obviously, I'm easily amused.

Please don't tell anyone but I also like to EAT when we go to New Mexico.  The chiles light my not-so-iron tummy on fire but Blue Corn Chicken Enchiladas Christmas is some good stuff.

Also, if anyone sees the sun, would you please send it down here?

Wait.  I think I see it.   Wow!  Let me get a picture.

Oops.  It's gone again.

Sigh.

Photos: floppy hat geek: Hubby, Bitter face cat, ornoth on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar)

P.S.  I like Blogger's new post editor.   Nice.