Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Third Coast

The sea turtles are nesting on Padre Island.  So today, we went out on turtle patrol.  Searching and searching for just one turtle....or nest....or marker showing that someone else had found one.

We saw lots of these....

I think they're some kind of mussels???  They would surface when a wave retreated, then bury themselves in the sand almost immediately.

And speaking of mussels....

Yeah, there's the man.

And we saw lots of PEOPLE....

What we didn't see, was a sea turtle....

or a nest.....

or a marker.....

So that was bad.

But we also didn't see oil.

So that was good.  

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Old Age

Here are just a few of the signs, just so you know.

You go to the doctor with shoulder pain and preface it with "I do NOT want to go to physical therapy, just give me some exercises I can do once this shot kicks in."  He obliges by giving you five easy moves.  Three hours later, you go to the gym and can only remember THREE of them.  (This may or may not be the reason they want you to go to physical therapy.)

You record all 5-1/2 hours of the LOST finale (including JKL), watch the 2-1/2 hour "real finale" knowing you can catch up on the rest in your spare time.  Then you schedule DirectTV to come replace Dish and realize that the other 3 hours are now LOST.

You prepare for your weekend getaway and this is what you have to pack.  

Warning:  What you are about to see may be disturbing.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Drillers Win! Drillers Win! Drillers Win!

Last night at the ball park was our first visit to the new home of the Drillers--Oneok Field.  Very impressive.

Although, I can't, for the life of me, figure out why they decided to position the park where the view facing centerfield is the U-Haul Headquarters.

See the flags?  This was our focus point throughout the entire national anthem.  Woo Hoo!  Play Ball!

Why not turn it around so we could see the beautiful Tulsa skyline?

Which was BEHIND us! 

I don't know, maybe it has something to do with keeping the sun out of the batter's eyes, or some crazy thing.

Oh well.  When there's cotton candy, who really cares?

Not these two....

Papa ("PaulPaul"), Lauren and Nana (I know...I'm very's a curse...please don't be jealous.)

Lauren and Hornsby.  (Why the Drillers' mascot is a bull presents another mystery.)

JACOB "I'd rather be at a Yankee game--or at least sitting with my friend, Chance" BLEVINS

And...someone I don't know, but I really liked her hair...

Oh--and did I mention?  The Drillers' WON!  It was a great game.  Just ask me and Jeremy.  Because Trista and Neal spent most of their time with the kids at the playground.  And loading them up with hot dogs, chips, cotton candy, peanuts, pop, and liquid fudge.  

Monday, May 17, 2010

Dangerously Close

The deer are getting dangerously close to the pool.

And it's not even dark yet.

Don't make me come out there.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


As I approached the turn-in to my drive today, something didn't look right.

Granted, I was well aware that we were getting a new fence. But I didn't know he was gonna start today, and it really caught me off guard.  The old fence is completely gone.

It just looks so  I hope the deer don't stumble and fall in.  The water is much too cold for me to attempt a rescue.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Poolside Thoughts

What?  Saturday afternoon and I have the pool all to myself?  Really?  Almost like home.

I must have hamster lungs. Can't even manage 2 laps in the pool.  Smiley, we have work to do.

The water in my pool won't be this warm in August.

Why is Shane Coffman's voice singing "Heal Me" over and over in my head?

Spoke too soon, here comes pale, blonde woman, with dark-skinned son.  Oh well, I had almost an hour of solitude.

Oh good, they brought music!

Shucks.  Latino music.

Dark-skinned son wants my noodle?  Sure....take it.  I mean, what am I gonna tell a 10 year old?

Hey!  That's one of my Zumba songs!  Makes me wanna get up and dance.  Sort of.  Not really.

Where is that perpetual Corpus Christi wind?  I could use a nice breeze about now.

"It's after midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark...."  Oh!  That's Neal's ringtone.  Hi, babe.  Yep, at the pool again, now you get back to work and I'll try not to drip in the RV.

Is that a bug crawling, or a drop of water sliding down the back of my thigh?  Don't have enough energy to check.

The ice in my thermal cup is already melted?  No way.

A black swimsuit in South Texas.  Lita!  What were you thinking?

Goody, George Strait.  Not really a country fan, more of a 70's pop girl, but better than what I've been listening to.  (No offense Shane.)

Tonite we're grilling instead of eating out.  Don't have to do my hair...yay!  No make-up either...double-yay!

I hope Harley guy next door doesn't have to go to work at 5:00 tomorrow morning.  Very annoying.

I'm still hearing "Heal Me." Is God trying to tell me something? I think He's getting drowned out by the mariachi music.

It really hurts my neck to lay on my stomach and turn my head sideways. They should make lounge chairs like massage tables, where there's a hole for your face.  I think I'll invent one.  And while I'm at it, I'll make two holes at the bottom for your feet!  Yeah, that's what I'll do.