Two Thousand Six In The Sticks

I'm sitting here waiting for the New Year to begin and thinking of celebrations past. My husband and me used to split a bottle of pink bubbly every New Year's Eve. Now that would put me under the table....so I have a glass of my favorite wine (Llano Blush) at my fingertips and the laptop in my lap. I spent the day doing my laundry! My goal was to have all my laundry done before the end of the year. A modest goal, laughable even, but since I'm pretty sure I won't be instrumental in bringing about world peace or the cure for the common cold, I'll just stick to my little rut and do my chores.

Happy New Year!!

I'm In The Near-Elderly Category!

I'm a near-elderly woman, at least according to the article on life expectancy and aging here. I've never heard the term "near-elderly" before, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that "The 55-to-64 age group is expected to rise from 29 million Americans in 2004 to 40 million in 2014. That is because of the baby boom, the explosion of births during the prosperous postwar period between 1946 and 1964". I'm not sure if I like that term or not. Does it mean pre-old? Or does it mean no-longer-young? I've made many references on this blog about my age.....
1. Take That, You Young Whippersnappers
2. Does That Make Me The Oldest Now?
...but even though I call myself "old" I don't really mean it. The older you get the younger you think you are! The young think I'm old. The older think I'm young. Go figure! Maybe it's one of those grass-is-greener deals where depending on which decade you're in decides how you feel about young or old age?
The great equalizer is your health. Again the young think they are bullet-proof and the "near-elderly" with health issues know differently. As we age we lose our parents and our siblings and then our friends and it begins to dawn on us how fragile life is and how fleeting. I've mentioned my own issues in my post Get Checked. I guess in the long run labels about longevity don't mean squat....it's the realization that every day your eyes open up is a good day!

Crunch! Tollroad Oops!

Neither of these is my car. I don't know where this happened, probably Houston, but I'm not sure. I'm just glad the friend that sent them to me, sent them to me!

What Is This Butt Paste Of Which I Speak?

I have an extreme sense of humor. It's both a gift and a curse. It pops out at inappropriate times and is frequently not understood by the youngsters around me. I can pretty much amuse myself and will laugh out loud when somethings strikes me as funny.

THIS is funny.


It's probably a great product too. I'll never try it because I don't have any little butts around to diaper any longer, but I'd love to have sent my husband to the drug store at 3 a.m. to ask for "butt paste"....

Ash Began To Sass

I'm was surprised that Astro's announcer Alan Ashby's contract wasn't renewed, but I understand the need for new blood behind the mike. During the playoffs and World Series, in my humble opinion, Mr. Ashby went nuts. He was talking trash about everyone. That's just not done by the Astros.

I used to grit my teeth I'd get so sick of hearing all of our radio announcers make nice, nice about players on other teams that I couldn't stand, but I understood that was the way it had to be. You can't go around making enemies and talking trash when you are reporting the play by play. Even if you are doing color commentary, which I believe Mr. Ashby's job was, you've got to think about what you say and how it might come back to haunt you some day. I can't remember anything specific he said, of course, but I remember being shocked that he was being overly harsh in his comments about the Astros.

He had his glory days catching some of the Astro's best pitchers and earned his way into the history books, but he never went to the World Series and how dare he criticize those that did and then fell short. Surely he didn't think the guys weren't doing all they could to look better than they did? Bottom line, he forgot the most important rule: if you can't say anything nice about someone, then just keep your pie hole closed.

That Figures

Did you know that "Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married"?


I know this because when I had an ad all I heard from was married men looking for nooners.


I also know this because I read it here.

Little Dicks Need Love Too

There's a great bit on SciGuy's blog that got me to thinking. The premise is that guys with big brains have small balls and visa versa. Now I hasten to add that the "study" that this proposition comes from was done with BATS not well endowed BABES.

My own study has shown that the men with the biggest wallets tend to have the smallest dicks .... but .... thank God .... not always visa versa. The perfect man would have brains, brawn, balls and a big bracket in the tax racket!

HPD & HCPAAA's Comida Food Drive & Me

I recently spent four days at my local Fiesta grocery store running the Comida Food Drive sponsored by the Houston Police Department and the Houston Citizen’s Police Academy Alumni Association. I’m proud to be a graduate of the HCPAAA’s Class 30 and this is the 2nd consecutive year I’ve been the “Captain” at “my” Fiesta. Its hard work to beg people for money and/or canned goods, but someone has to do it and why not me?


I had help from two of my Class 30 classmates and one nice lady from Class 32. I had lots of help from several churches too. As I understand it, the churches provide the list of names of people that need assistance and then they are more than willing to send volunteers out to the 20 city-wide Fiesta stores to do the actual begging and pleading and subsequent thanking for the donations. In fact there was a LOT of thanking going on the entire four days. Every penny that went into the jar was appreciated and everyone that gave us anything got vocal thanks from all concerned.



Our store earned $2,076.22 of the over 48K raised. We turned in 13 boxes of food as well. Last year we raised less money but had more food donated. I don’t have the totals on the amount of food city-wide, but forty eight thousand dollars should buy lots of staples. Last year the Comida Food Drive gave out 3800 boxes of food! That’s a lot of canned corn. I say canned corn because that seemed to be the #1 most popular food stuff that was donated.

HPD promises the store captains uniformed officers to both help keep the money collected secure and to be on hand to interact with the citizens that donate so generously. The children get such a kick out of seeing the police officers up close and personal too. This year I had my very own officer assigned for the entire four days….his named was Officer Jed Rose and I tried to get a picture of him, but he was camera shy…..so here’s the next best thing! That’s his trading card that he autographed and gave out. He was quite the celebrity and a big hit with the kids because he’s young, friendly and very personable.


I’d like to thank and acknowledge all the members of the Houston Police Department that helped: Officer Jed Rose, Officer Ed Hall, Officer P. Abercia, Officer J. Duran, Officer D. Anders, Sergeants B. Leatherwood and B. Roberts and civilian employee Betty Harrell. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, thanks to the store managers and other employees that “put up” with us invading their space for 8 plus hours a day. Fiesta is both generous and smart for allowing this yearly event and we do appreciate it.