Pigs
So since we talked last, I've been warned by security at work not to run stop signs, "even on Sundays when no one's here," I've been given a written warning not to go, "maybe about 50" in a 30 mph zone by Officer Wallace in Texas, and had a boot attached to "Boss Hawg," my rental vehicle in Texas at another work location for parking in someone's reserved spot. Who knew all the spots are reserved?
Boss Hawg, my Lincoln
I dislike Ford products with a prejudice I can't defend, but feel it with every fiber of my being. This car was not just ugly and boring, as all Fords are, but it also passed Ford's Anti-Intuition test for the placement of all the controls.
Whtever, I thought Avis was better than that. Can't they just give me a Maiibu and make me happy?
Cops in Texas mean biddnez.
That's a badass cop car.
So far, I've gotten off on warnings for all my infractions, but I need to cheese it because the fuzz is definately on my trail.
What's weird about Texas is that it reminded me of home. For those who are keeping up, I'm from New York State.
You know you've been a long way from home when Texas reminds you of New York.
It was the trees. Texas has trees, the desert does not. Well, it does, but not where people don't plant and water them. Texas really reminded me of the program Dallas, but only because evertthing looked like it was built during the show's original run. Everything has a late seventies look about it.
But I do have to say that winter weather there seems pretty tolerable. And I like live oak trees, which abound. And there's no spanish moss.
I'd live there before Georgia, Flordia, North or South Carolina, or Virginia. But I was glad to get back to the desert, my wife, and my home.
If you want to know where I work, I can tell you, after seeing most of the sites my company has in the US, that I work at that place in that kind of crappy neighborhood, just off the interstate, down by the tracks. All the sites meet that description. I guess that description is true of any company that actually manufactures things; unfortunately, mine is one of the few left in America that does that these days.
Anyway, Texas surprised me. It was probably the most diverse place I've seen and the NPR station there was vastly better than Southern California's NPR (SoCal NPR is about 80% music, blech); a selling point that gets about 10% of my "where I live" formula. Also, despite the lack of taxes, it seemed to have roads, cops, and schools. Also had prosperous businesses and employment.
Boss Hawg, my Lincoln
I dislike Ford products with a prejudice I can't defend, but feel it with every fiber of my being. This car was not just ugly and boring, as all Fords are, but it also passed Ford's Anti-Intuition test for the placement of all the controls.
Whtever, I thought Avis was better than that. Can't they just give me a Maiibu and make me happy?
Cops in Texas mean biddnez.
That's a badass cop car.
So far, I've gotten off on warnings for all my infractions, but I need to cheese it because the fuzz is definately on my trail.
What's weird about Texas is that it reminded me of home. For those who are keeping up, I'm from New York State.
You know you've been a long way from home when Texas reminds you of New York.
It was the trees. Texas has trees, the desert does not. Well, it does, but not where people don't plant and water them. Texas really reminded me of the program Dallas, but only because evertthing looked like it was built during the show's original run. Everything has a late seventies look about it.
But I do have to say that winter weather there seems pretty tolerable. And I like live oak trees, which abound. And there's no spanish moss.
I'd live there before Georgia, Flordia, North or South Carolina, or Virginia. But I was glad to get back to the desert, my wife, and my home.
If you want to know where I work, I can tell you, after seeing most of the sites my company has in the US, that I work at that place in that kind of crappy neighborhood, just off the interstate, down by the tracks. All the sites meet that description. I guess that description is true of any company that actually manufactures things; unfortunately, mine is one of the few left in America that does that these days.
Anyway, Texas surprised me. It was probably the most diverse place I've seen and the NPR station there was vastly better than Southern California's NPR (SoCal NPR is about 80% music, blech); a selling point that gets about 10% of my "where I live" formula. Also, despite the lack of taxes, it seemed to have roads, cops, and schools. Also had prosperous businesses and employment.
WOW! We're wondering what part of TX Boss Hogg was creeping you out in as anyone who has been to TX here in the past has just seen prairie land, oil wells, and cattle grazing. Glad you made it back to CA -back home to your home and family! You have a busy weekend with Kelly's family coming out tomorrow. Have a good time at Disneyland. Hope to hear again about the trip and the house hunting.
With our snow and several days of delays for school this week, we have started to look like Christmas now. Like the song goes, it doesn't show signs of stopping, as the forecast for the next week is the same, less than 30*F and snow.
Take care and hi to all! Did Amanda miss her dad?
Becki
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It's no wonder that Texas reminded you of Western New York. I've more than once heard that little part of world we come from is the "Texas of the North."
LA radio is vastly better than NYC radio, by the way. KCRW plays great music, although it's all "modern." NYC has a great NPR station too, but it's for talk not music. LA does lack the talk part, but the music choices here are beyond awful. I'd give my right leg for WCMF most days, and that's not saying much. New York radio had pretty much been reduced to Howard Stern and now even that's gone.
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Jeffrey, I was just thinking about you and Heather this morning. I am wearing a scarf that Mom bought me in Woodstock the weekend we went to your wedding. Happy thoughts your way today!
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Thanks so much! We're only moments away now. Dec. 12 officially, although one never knows with these things.
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Ok, so I forgot you were entertaining this weekend. The voice you couldn't hear during our conversation Friday night was that of your 18 month old nephew in the bathtub singing "do you want an apple pie with that..." Or, something with the same sounds and rhythms. Freaking hysterical.
We were all singing the stupid song all night until I ticked off your other nephew (Richie) by singing it at the top of my lungs while he was on the phone. Aunt J is so VERY uncool these days.
Richie, to the best of my knowlege, has never been mad at me before. So I'm blaming you.
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Oh - and Richie is GOOD and mad at you! I had to run interference for you and put the blame on me. He's been plenty mad at me many times so I can handle it.
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Thank you Chaley. Is he still mad at me?
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I don't think so. You'll know soon enough if he is!
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