Comin' Through!

This story is so cute! I could hardly wait to get home and share it with everyone. I was on my way to work this morning around 9:00 am. Traffic was light on this cloudy Saturday morning, unlike a weekday when everyone is in a rush to get to work. I had just accelerated after stopping at a red light when I noticed a few cars on the opposite side of the road had pulled over. I was in the right lane and another car was right beside me in the left lane. A pickup pulling a boat was coming up behind me. I braked a little, glancing to the left, trying to see what was happening. As I glanced back into my traffic lane I saw what the commotion was! A pair of adult ducks were smack in the middle of the lane! Following directly behind them were about 8 or 10 ducklings! They all seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they were literally stopping four lanes traffic! I hit the brake just short of slamming into them. They casually waddled onto the grassy side of the road, into the ditch. As soon as I hit the brake, I looked into my rear view mirror to see how close the pick up was. Thankfully, he saw what was happening and slowed down too. I'm sure we all had a smile on our face as we continued on our way.

I immediately called my son to give him a blow by blow report. He's a nature lover like his Mom, so I knew he would get a kick out hearing about it. He's also a four wheeler riding, cammo wearing bubba, a hunter and a fisherman. He loves to hunt all manner of critter and fowl... Even has a professionally trained, champion bloodline chocolate lab bird dog named 'Rip'.
Know what he said? "Wow, that would have been a mess if you had plowed into all them birds, Mom. Feathers flying all over the place, all in your grill and sh**." Then he laughed!

I love that boy!

We've had an extremely rainy summer here in Houston. We're all about to become web footed and grow algae! I guess that's one explanation for this random duck crossing. Our feathered friends are loving all the water, so they're just doing what ducks do. Trekking from pond to pond, even if it means stopping traffic on a four lane road! At least they didn't cause a major pile up or get squished to pieces. I fear the outcome would have been tragic had this event taken place on a busy weekday morning. God was surely looking out for all His creatures....He's cool like that.


Those little baby duckies were so cute, ya'll!

Here We Go Again!

Jason over at cigarsdonutsandcoffee is right on once again! Check out his comments on this ridiculous story in the Houston Chronicle

I try not to get too political in this blog, but sometimes I just can't help it.

As I was pondering this debacle, I came up with a good idea: Why don't these nutcases families call Quanell X first ! Let's see how fast he rushes to the scene. Let him try talk to the crazy idiot pointing a gun or swinging a fence post with a concrete ball on the end of it. Yeah right, when hell freezes over! Ain't no way he's going to confront a mad man like that. His custom made sharkskin suit and crisp white shirt just may get dirty and ripped. He might get his shiny black Hummer bashed or worse, get bopped in the head. On second thought, that might not be a bad idea. Maybe it would knock some sense into him! Besides, who would he call if he found himself in a threatening situation? Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson? Talk about Three Stooges!

I'd just like to know where this guy gets his financing.....perhaps from the *Revs.* ( I use the term loosely) Al or Jesse? It's a crying shame the way these vultures prey on and exploit their own race!

Why don't these guys put THEIR money where their mouth is instead of using poor, uneducated people, who for some reason, think they actually give a rip about them. They just want to get their ugly mugs in front of a camera so they can push their warped agenda!

Advocates my foot, ya'll!

And by the way, I have a close family member who has been afflicted with schizophrenia for years, so I know how hard it is to deal with them. He chose to distance himself from the family years ago. We don't know if he is dead or alive. He was abusive and addicted to drugs and we did all we possibly could to get him to seek professional help....to no avail. It was my personal choice to cut all ties with him after he threatened me and my family. May God have mercy on his tortured soul, wherever he is.

Happy Independence Day!

Elvis and Presley are such good boys! They sat still for about 5 seconds while I took their picture. Elvis doesn't mind the Harley cap but Presley wants no part of it.

The sound of exploding fireworks have been filling the air for several days. Poor Elvis is about to have a nervous meltdown. Presley, on the other hand just barks a little and looks at Elvis like he's lost his everlovin' mind. It got especially intense last night so I gave them both a dose of Benadryl to relax them. It must have had the reverse effect on Elvis...he cried like a little girl doggie...for hours!

Both of them piled on the couch with me, cowering on my lap. Everytime a boom pierced the air, their heads popped up and the crying and barking began. About 10:30 I started nodding off in between the outbursts and decided it was time to go to bed.

I put their crates inside the shiny new fence enclosure in the middle of the kitchen floor. They recently learned how to body slam the 'baby' gate and escape from the kitchen so this fence was just the ticket! I offered each of them their Milk Bone treat, like I do every night. Presley enthusiastically devoured his. With sad, panicked eyes looking up at me, Elvis sniffed his and refused it. Presley quickly scarfed it up.

I turned out the lights, told them 'night night' and retired to my room. Almost immediately the howling started again. I heard the boom of fireworks in the distance....Elvis did too, apparently. They were coming from the sub division on the other side of the woods behind the house, for crying out loud....as E was doing, I might add. The little guy made sounds I've never heard before! It must have freaked Presley out to witness such carrying on because he didn't make a peep. I couldn't get to sleep because of all the commotion. I finally got up and told The King to keep it down. After another 30 minutes of wailing, he must have been exhausted and about to lose his voice. He finally shut up and passed out. Thankfully, the far away neighbors were running out of ammo and the racket slowly died down.

It is now the morning after and as I write this, they are both in the kitchen, sleeping like babies on their blankies. I love my boys!

I guess the Benadryl finally kicked in, ya'll!