Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Breakfast Letters: Leopard Bra
Breakfast Letters: Leopard Bra: We made an impromptu trip to San Marcos yesterday. My nephew who found a ride to Austin with my daughter, Lovey, after three days decided ...
Leopard Bra
We made an impromptu trip to San
Marcos yesterday. My nephew who found a ride to Austin with my daughter, Lovey,
after three days decided to return and needed a ride back, so we headed north.
As I was glancing in my rearview mirror I saw a familiar, but long absent
sight. He pulled closer and closer he moved to pass me and there right beside
me was Horatio. Big events in Austin Bud?
High profile case? Joy ride? You heard I was last seen headed out of
town and had to come check it out? Curiosity gnawed at me. Where was he going?
Where had he been?
Let me break this next scene down
for you, as I am sure the County officer who witnessed it saw it.
Woman standing outside her vehicle across from
Starbucks, no worry but curious.
Flashy Vector Blue Mustang pulls
up beside her. Skinny long haired guy
gets out. Shirtless Hispanic looking guy gets out, tattoos, carrying a bundle looks wrapped in plastic.
White. Woman leans over into mustang, someone in backseat? Skinny guy
approaches passenger side of grey car and hands something off. Woman hugs
skinny guy. Shirtless guy and woman get in car. Mustang backs out and goes one
way. Grey car backs out and goes another way.
Officer is trapped three cars back
in line at Starbucks, no escape to either side. There are about 4 cars behind
him he cannot back out.
Now I am sure if I were observing
I would have assumed the same thing. This occurred to me right as soon as I
looked over at the Starbucks line and saw him watching us as I backed out. The
theatre in my mind replays the events and as I am about to pull out onto the
Interstate I also realize the Mustang went North and I am headed South.
“I bet we will be passed by the
police or two on the way home”, I say. “Why?” Came the question back. Think about what it just looked like we did,
how you are dressed and what Daniel did as he handed Shaggy $20 for gas money.
“oh…..” They both said. “There was a
County Constable in the line at Starbucks who watched the whole thing”. Sure enough, we had mounted the Interstate
and had managed to get about 4 miles before I spy the car in my mirror,
Unmarked and moving fast. I check my speed, no need to help him out. I am doing
about 72 in a cluster of other vehicles all doing the same speed. I drive. He
pulls up just behind and to my left. Hangs there long enough to get a read on
my plates and then moves on. As he moved away from us I said “and there he is.”
Shaggy and my nephew were amazed that my prediction actually happened. I just love an escapade.
As Shaggy and I were getting out
of the car on an escapade earlier yesterday she stepped in some gum that
someone had recently ejected from their mouth. I am sure you can imagine the
retaliation that this inspired.
No I have not spit my gum out of my mouth
randomly on to the ground, ever. My mother taught me better. I am also sure
that had she not the thought ever would have occurred to me to do so. I do not
think it is harsh or unreasonable for the partially human thing who chewed and
spat the gum out on to the ground that was then stepped on to be made to get on
their hands and knees or belly and with their mouth have to chew the gum
stepped on or not, back from the ground
and then be forced to chew it for an hour.
Sweetheart!! Wearing a leopard
print bra is wonderful!
It is cool you have one! How nice for your guy!
However, we the other Ladies out here in your path do NOT wish to know you have
one. We do NOT wish to see it through your shirt. We do not care you have giant
baby feeding devices and they are incased in leopard print today. Oh and how
cute your shoes match your bra!! Really???....... Did you just come from work?
And you, Miss I come from a
foreign land and I can talk on my cell phone in a public waiting area in a loud
voice for over 20 minutes. Not one other
human in that lobby/waiting area was on their phone. My daughter even had the
courtesy of stepping outside to answer her phone. What? You believe you have
special privileges?
You do NOT. I dealt
with enough of your kind in Cali to know you are a rude and demanding people. I
am sure you fail to realize this is TEXAS not Cali. Very very very different. I
watched the expressions and looks of the rest of the humans who were becoming
increasingly annoyed with your rudeness.
It was not hard to imagine what they were thinking because they were not
even trying to hide it after a while.
Stop being rude and trying to draw attention to yourself so you can
complain that everyone was staring at you!
Have any of you been to an Oakley
Vault store? How about a Gap during shirt refolding? I will leave you with this question. How many
Oakley employees does it take to fold t-shirts in a store the size of my living
room?
Since Lady Tamara’s income
schedule does not coincide with that of the internet provider, TWC, spawn of
Godzilla, I am off to make deposits and call TWC to regain internet service.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Breakfast Letters: Egg hunts are violent?
Breakfast Letters: Egg hunts are violent?: My friends, I seem to be the victim of a cockroach situation. I live here for 3+ years and not a single one and now in 4 days I have seen ...
Egg hunts are violent?
My friends, I seem to be the victim of a cockroach
situation. I live here for 3+ years and not a single one and now in 4 days I have
seen three. Two of which had rolled over and were found twitching in the exact
same location and orientation of their bodies, the third I came upon this
morning meandering through my laundry room.
I am NOT happy. They were all three the same size and shape and color,
UGLY! I do not know if they moved in with all the new neighbors or what exactly
but there have been three new families move in. They are also building and
constructing in all the vacant fields near here and the things have been
displaced by that. Since I believe they are coming through the back door I
shall sprinkle borax all around the door. Any other ideas?
This is so not acceptable
to me. Cause for me to move actually. So
does anyone know of a nice rental or an apartment? I can relocate.
I photographed an Easter egg hunt this weekend. My
first and it was lovely. I had to decide which age group to go after and with
much thought I chose 0-3 year olds.
My challenges were over helpful parents but
there was a 5 egg limit so I might get some great before and after shots and it
would all be over in about 5 minutes. I walked the playing field getting a feel
for it and chose my spot. The children
and their parental units were then allowed in to take up stations around the
field. I was seated in the middle of a heavily egged area. I was surrounded by children with baskets and
the photo opportunities started to present themselves. Once the children
relaxed and I smiled and laughed with them they became bold and curious. Some
parents were just mild observers offering words of encouragement and cheer.
Some parents were reliving their own egg hunts and were aggressively dragging
their confused offspring from egg to egg. Their children had expressions of
agony, terror and were unwilling to move about. The children of the relaxed parents
were joyful, playful and shrieked with glee as they recovered an egg.
My next job was to then track down the parents
of the children in the photos to get their names and ages. Shaggy was helping
me so we really only had to hunt down 2. She is not a timid young woman but
getting her to bravely question a parent about their child was beyond her
scope. She is amazed they tell me anything. So am I. I had one negative
experience with a male creature that appeared to have wandered into town form
his winter hibernation in the Ozarks with three boys in tow. He was almost
frightful looking. Mean and rough in appearance. I introduced myself and explained and he
looked past me and said “not interested”, which of course made no sense as a
response to my statement. He had not bothered to even listen to what I had
said. He thought I was one of those mall survey people or something. I looked
at the one of the girls running the event and she looked very confused and I am
sure my face mimicked hers. We both shrugged and grinned and I moved on to
capture my next photo.
As we were waiting to chat with the commander of the
Easter Egg event we watched an ambulance pull up and park. I looked at Shaggy
and she looked at me. “Mom are they expecting violent outbreaks of egg hunting
children? Fights in the dirt over claiming an egg? Do these events usually get violent?
Are they
here for the children or should I expect to be defending myself against
parents? I have never heard of egg hunts turning ugly. This is going to be
good!!”
I have 4 beautiful rose bushes in my front yard. I
did not prune them back this year. They started to bloom. I cut them and
brought them in the house where I am so I could enjoy them and their fragrance.
They bloomed again. I cut again. They bloomed even more.
I cut more and trimmed
a bit. They grew even more. I cut 11 two
days ago and as Shaggy and I pulled intot he drive way yesterday she commented “MOM!
Didn’t you just cut those yesterday? There are flowers all over the place! It
is freaky Mom FREAKY!” Well yes it is freaky, but a beautiful freaky. Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com wants about 8 more rose bushes so I can have
some color and scent variety. Mmmmm I can smell them as a breeze blows through
the window.
What will the breeze blow at you today?
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The case if the Carya illinoinensis
I had an intense craving for pecan pie last
night so off we went to the store. I bought a single serving slice of Southern
Georgia Pecan Pie.
I wonder did the pecans in that pie actually come from Georgia.
I ate it when I got home in about three bites. This had me wondering on my walk
this morning, about, what must be in a pecan, what is the nutritional value.
What was in that little treasure that my body was screaming at me to eat? When you listen your body will tell you what
it wants to eat I remember from studies and notes and practical experience. So
I looked it up.
Vitamin E lots of Vitamin E. This vitamin E
offers neurological protection ( I need that).
They have several different forms of antioxidants found only in pecans.
Gamma tocopherols found in vitamin E. Sounds like some sort of laser gun emittance
. Inhibit unwanted blood oxidation; we
do not want this to happen, it is like rust in your blood. More antioxidant activity
than any other tree nut.
They lower cholesterol and LDL cholesterol.
Gluten free.
Here is a fun one. They aid in weight loss.
I am moving to a pecan farm! They may increase
your metabolic rate and aid in the feeling of fullness after eating. No sodium.
Dietary fiber, 19 vitamins and minerals including potassium and vitamin
A. WOW!, B-1, Thiamin, Protein, and magnesium.
Very little saturated fat and no trans-fat.
According to the Georgia Pecan Commission ;
Pecans have an excellent nutritional profile. Sounds like a dating sight.
Facts to WOW and amaze your friends. (In
case you are ever on Jeopardy or that other show in the taxi).
There are approximately 78 pecans in every
pie.( It is a weight ratio thing.)
Pecans are the only nut trees native to
America! Well now how do you feel about
Pecan Pie on our American Thanksgiving?
Georgia is the top Pecan producing state
and has been since the 1800s.
Here is something to blow you away. There
are over 500 varieties of Pecans.
Pecans are part of the hickory family.
The word Pecan is from the Algonquian word
meaning "nut". Algonquians are Native to America. They were the
welcoming committee for the Pilgrims.
President Thomas Jefferson was enamored by
the flavor of pecans. He had trees imported from Louisiana to Montcello.
The Atlanta committee for the 1996 Olympics
held in Atlanta chose Pecan wood for the handles of the torches that lit the
bowl of flames!
I will leave you with one last fact. Nut is
the root word of Nutrition.
Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com is going back to the store for
some pecans. She can make her own pie!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Breakfast Letters: $69 flight
Breakfast Letters: $69 flight: Southwest apparently knows I am/was looking for a flight out of here and fed me some ads claiming I could fly one way starting at $69. Who...
$69 flight
Southwest apparently knows I am/was looking for a
flight out of here and fed me some ads claiming I could fly one way starting at
$69. Whooot !!!! I immediately went in search of my cheap flight and low and
behold if I am booking transportation in April it was very cheap.
To try and
fly out of here Monday night you would have thought I was buying an airplane
and making a down payment. So you know where I went? I went nowhere. Nowhere is
where I went. Maybe I should fly to Sacramento on a Monday and we just drive
wherever and I fly back from Utah on a Thursday. Make it happen No.2
Remember the tea cup that shattered yesterday
morning as I was making tea? I wondered if that would be an indication as to how
my day was going to go. Well, here is what I learned. Shattered tea cups mean
your water will be turned off. Not first thing in the morning, oh no. In the
middle of the morning when you least expect it such as, the second right after
you pump three globs of liquid soap into your hands and lather it up.
Turn the
faucet and ……no water. At first you feel shock, then confusion, dismay, anger,
humor. I like it when I get to the humor part of a situation. Sometimes it is
quickly sometimes it is not. I giggle as I recall an emergency bottle of water
I keep in my closet. This seemed like an emergency to me. I then went on line
to look for a phone number of the city water department. Guess what, there is not
a phone number on their web site is. ( I want to interrupt us here for a moment
and point something out. Do you see the sentence before this one that starts
with Guess? One that sounds like Yoda said
it? That is a sentence correction form Microsoft. So if any of you are
wondering where Yoda works….
it is at Microsoft.) There used to be but now they
have a new web site and no phone number. Brilliant! I am again a wee bit fussed
up but giggle. I do a facebook search. There is the phone number. I call. I
have been terminated due to a balance of $29 carried over from January. This I
thought was funny. I drive over to pay it. “I am current otherwise?” “Yes ma’am, you were terminated from a past
due amount.” She says. Are you all thinking what I am thinking? How much again? Well $55 including the
reconnect fee. Reconnect fee? I am thinking maybe I need this job. Water
re-connector. I am imagining the water guy driving out to my house and getting
out of a truck and with a huge pipe wrench turning it back on. I imagine him
having to drive 20 miles out of his way to do this.
My neighbors will be
thrilled and beam with malicious glee. They will be in their homes doing a
happy dance at my misfortune. (If you have been following these letters for the
past couple years you will understand about my neighbors.) So I pay and she looks at me and says “oh no ma’am it is
$129.” Huh?? “oh no Ma’am yourself it is not. You told me not 5 minutes ago it
was $55, you told me on the phone it was $55. She wants to argue with me. I
increase the size of the smile on my face, ( yes I was smiling) take a deep
breath and pause as I exhale. This gave her the moment she needed to panic. I looked
down at the paper she is now franticly searching when her finger glides over my
name twice. I realize she is confused. I told her she was looking at the wrong
name. Try the one below where her finger was. We got through that only to have
her apply the amount due not the amount over I wanted to pay forward. Again we
step into panic. Never mind just process it like you have. No worries. “I will
schedule it to be turned back on.” Thank you. I drive home it is 2.7 miles.
There is no water guy at my house. There is no water truck in my hood. I walk
in my house. Hear a gurgle and presto I have water. I had to pay an extra $24
to have some person enter 38 key strokes on a computer? Really?
What will you are doing? (Look Yoda struck again)
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