The Yellow Woes of Texas

New Look, New Stuff

2007-06-22T17:39:00.000-07:00

I decided to give my blog a new look with a new layout and title art. I really like it, hope you do too. Some of you out there know that I'm a writer. Not yet published but a writer just the same. I've debated posting my stories and poems on here for several months because I wasn't sure how you all would react to some of it.

That said, I'm posting what I've written so far with a tiny asterisk...*some of my stories and poems contain "offensive" language. I apologize in advance to anyone who is offended by it, but I write what I feel and I'm not changing or editing any of it out. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

That is all...

GiGi

The Lake House

2007-06-22T17:38:00.000-07:00

It was summer. It was homemade vanilla ice cream. It was checkers on the porch. And it was watermelon and Grandpa’s whistling and his old blue coffee cup. It was cousins and aunts and great-uncles. It was biscuits and syrup in the morning and fried fish for dinner. It was swimming and sandcastles.
For as far back as I can remember, I recall spending countless summers at my grandparents’ lake house in East Texas. Sometimes Easter, but always summer. My family never went anywhere on vacation. I’ve never been to Disneyland or Disneyworld. Never been to Hawaii much less Europe. Vacation was the lake house. That was summer. I remember standing barefoot in the shallow waters off my grandparents’ beach, fishing for tiny brim and crappie with a Snoopy fishing pole. My grandma baiting the hook with night crawlers she’d found under decaying logs and leaves. The fish were just bait for the catfish trotlines my grandpa and dad had strung years earlier. It was fun. Cool water lapping at my ankles while little fish nipped and tickled my toes. Grandma by my side, telling me stories of the ones that got away or the time she and Grandpa caught a whole mess of bass in a storm that one spring.
I grew out of the Snoopy rod quicker than I’m sure she’d have liked. Years later it was sitting on the pier wearing ratty jean cutoffs. Long frizzy hair in Willie Nelson braids, my hair was even dyed the same color as Willie’s, although I hated country music. I hated a lot of things back then. Soundgarden and Nirvana blaring into my ears from a portable CD player, while I thought about how much I hated my life, hated being me. I sat there for hours, feet dangling in the cool water. Then Grandma would sneak up on me and laugh as she surprised my self-loathing, teen-angst riddled meditation. We shared a moment as she rolled up her pants and dangled her feet right along with me. We shared the silence as I turned off my CD player. We shared each other as we shared a Ziploc bag filled with cornmeal. That’s all we did. Fed the same brim I used to catch for my dad years earlier before my parents divorced. Even though we never spoke, I never had to explain what I was doing out there all alone. She never asked. She understood everything. She just sat with me and in the quiet comforting togetherness we fed tiny fish cornmeal out of a baggie.
A few years later we moved two lots down from them on the lake. I spent everyday right down the street from her. We raked leaves in October. We fed the fish cornbread dressing crumbs after Thanksgiving dinner. Birthdays, anniversaries, victories and defeats, all were shared with Grandma at the lake. We went to Grandma’s for Sunday dinner and watched football with Grandpa. Sat on the back porch, drank coffee and watched the leaves change color from green to yellow to orange to red to brown right before our eyes. The lake was home now. It wasn’t just summer anymore — it was fall, winter and spring. It wasn’t just the 4th of July reunion. It was Halloween and high school football. It was Thanksgiving dinner and cousins. It was Christmas and holly and lights. It was New Year’s. It was Easter Sunday. It was prom and graduation. The lake became everything and so did my grandma. She dipped her toes into my being and by the time I became a woman she swam freely in my waters, just like that old lake. She still swims inside me. In these recollections. In every day I get to spend with her. In her genes that flow through all my soul. I wish I could hear her wisdom, but she hasn’t spoken in more than four years now. As we sit together in the quiet, like those summer days at the lake, I wonder if she’s thinking about them too.
© Angela G. Foster 2007

Haylee Marie!

2007-02-24T11:37:00.000-08:00

Look Out T-Dub!

2006-05-30T11:58:00.000-07:00

Here I come!
Oh, happy day! I was accepted to Texas Woman's University last week. I am too excited for words, but I was accepted to the university and into the English department. YEAH!! I'm so happy. Now if I can just get the government to pay for it all will be right with the world! By the way, is this not the funniest shirt you've ever seen? TWU was an all-female school for years, so they've never had a football team! I suppose that makes them undefeated. More news coming soon...

Developments!

2006-05-17T11:09:00.000-07:00

I know, I know...it's been a while AGAIN! Scold me later, okay? Here are the most recent developments in my life and the lives of those around me.

As far as my life is concerned, it's going great! I finished out the semester and did well in my classes. I signed up for an English class that begins in June. I applied to Texas Woman's University (TWU) but I haven't heard back yet on the acceptance. I also applied for financial aid at TWU and apparently I'm so poor that my Expected Family Contribution (EFC) is a big, whopping zero! So I may get some grants this year, yeah!! I'm really excited about transfering to TWU, the English program is awesome and with the government money I can actually afford it now. I always feel God's presence and that He always provides for His children, but I feel it more strongly than ever. It's been a really long educational road for me, many of you know precisely how long, but I realize now how much closer I am to God because of the journey.

That brings me to my next bit of good news. I'm dating a really great man named Brent. Things between us are growing and moving forward and our relationship is very strong. We have a lot of common interests and thoughts but enough differences to make it interesting and cool. I'm very happy all the way around right now, hopefully things will keep moving up.

My mom was offered a job working for the parent company of Lexxus International, a company she worked for previously. She accepted the position and is already busy kicking out the projects as well as keeping me busy with odd tasks to help her out. She's excited and thoroughly focused, which is totally awesome. I love to see her so motivated and happy.

So saving the best for last...

Jason and Jessie had a beautiful baby girl. She was born on Friday, May 12, 2006, at 9:05 AM (mountain) in Bozeman, Montana. She was 6 lbs, 6 oz. and they named her Haylee Marie. She's a gorgeous, little girl. Here are some pictures... Let the comments begin!!

Click here for the hospital photo...

First Family Photo (Everyone is crying! Too cute)

Mommy and Baby

Bath Time!

Proud Papa

Haylee's Ride Home

Jason and Haylee at home

For Those Who Want Something New On My Blog

2006-04-20T22:44:00.000-07:00

Several of you out there have asked me if everything is alright with me since I haven't posted in a while. Just so all concerned parties know, I am alright. I have been very busy here at the end of the semester, trying to finish these classes and get all the necessary paperwork together and submitted to Texas Woman's University for my transfer acceptance. It's been nuts lately, but in a good way. So for your ocular and mental enjoyment, I submit the following...Hope you all like it!

"Understanding Tax Cuts"
by: David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D

Sometimes politicians, journalists and the liberal left exclaim; "It's just a tax cut for the rich!" and it is just accepted to be fact.

But what does that really mean?

Just in case you are not completely clear on this issue, I hope the following will help. Please read it carefully.

Let's put tax cuts in terms everyone can understand.

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for dinner and the bill for all ten comes to $100.

If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.

The fifth would pay $1.

The sixth would pay $3.

The seventh would pay $7.

The eighth would pay $12.

The ninth would pay $18.

The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten men ate dinner in the restaurant every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.

"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily meal by $20." Dinner for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six men - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share?'

They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to eat their meal.

So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.

And so:

The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).

The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).

The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% savings).

The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).

The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).

The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man," but he got $10!"

"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than me!"

"That's true!!" shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks!"

"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for dinner, so the nine sat down and ate without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start eating overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D
Professor of Economics
University of Georgia

Texas Rarities: Under the Influence of Stupid

2006-02-17T01:17:00.000-08:00

It is illegal to take more than three sips of beer at a time while standing.
(Huh? Are the beer police watching for this? 2...3...4...I'm sorry ma'am you're going to have to come with us.)

The entire Encyclopedia Britannica is banned in Texas because it contains a formula for making beer at home.
(And one google search for homemade beer can get you the same recipe. Is the internet next on the chopping block?)

It is unlawful for a person to consume an alcoholic beverage while operating a motor vehicle upon a public roadway, if the person is observed doing so by a peace officer.
(Could this be worded any worse? Is it written this way just to give rednecks ideas? So, what you're saying is that it is perfectly lawful to operate a motor vehicle while consuming alcohol until I'm seen by a cop, then and only then is it illegal. And while we're on it, it says motor vehicle...so it must legal to drink a beer while riding a bike on a public roadway even while observed by a peace officer so long as I don't get so drunk as to fall off my bike. Our fine state has achieved a whole new level of stupid with this one.)

In Galveston, one needs permission from the director of parks and recreation before getting drunk in any city park.
(I stand corrected on my previous statement about levels of stupidity...this is by far this most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Who has ever planned far enough in advance to get drunk in a city park that they got a permission slip from the city? I never did. I mean, I never got drunk in a city park. Oops. What I meant to say was I've never been drunk (crap!) never had a drink before in my life. Whew, glad that's over!)

In Lubbock, it is illegal to drive within an arm's length of alcohol - including alcohol in someone else's blood stream.
(Let me get this straight, it's illegal to be a designated driver in Lubbock?? I'm confused.)

My Exciting Life

2006-02-17T00:34:00.000-08:00

I hate that you guys look at this page occasionally and never see anything new. I feel for you, really I do. No, REALLY! Scout's honor. It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I'm busy with my very uninteresting life. For instance, this week I finished up some labs for college Biology and faxed them to my professor, I took my first test for that class and made a 90 (yea me), took some soup to a sick friend, got sick because of it, got better, picked up my "nephew" (Phoenix is his name) from preschool, read some Twain and some Hemingway, made dinner several times *grin*, went out with some friends for drinks and to see a band, worked on some artwork for several t-shirt designs, watched Olympic hockey with my grandma, oh yeah, and I slept some too. If you are still reading this and find it fascinating, you are in need of some serious excitement in your life! Try staying up past 9:30pm... Seriously though, my life is so freaking uneventful I don't really find it necessary to blog or blab about it. It's really not "uneventful", there is plenty of stuff going on and lots of stuff to do, but it's not exciting and I really don't have any interesting stories to tell.

Well, alright, you twisted my arm. I think this is funny, you guys might or not, but do I care...not really. I was working on this artwork for a t-shirt and my mom walks up behind me. This makes me nervous since she was my boss for a while. I'm now goofing around with different elements, secretly waiting for it...here it comes...
"It looks good..."
Wait for it...waaait for it...
"BUT, it needs something."
AH HA! I knew it! The phone rings...it's for me, saved by the ring. But no, she keeps going. Mind you while I'm on the phone with a friend, she says, "You need to make it pop." She's set herself up...
"You mean it needs some pizazz, it needs more flair?"
"Yeah", she says.
"So the minimum 15 pieces aren't enough?"
Internally I'm thinking, she's only seen this movie twice, she's never going to get the "Office Space" reference. Meanwhile, my friend is dying laughing on the phone.
She says, to my surprise, "Do you want to do the minimum or do you want to express yourself?"
I was totally impressed...my mom ROCKS!!

Baby Foster Update

2006-01-12T07:35:00.000-08:00

Hello to everyone, family, friends, fellow bloggers out there. I come to you today with exciting news. Jason and Jessie (see my last post) had their first sonogram yesterday. I've never heard my brother so excited about anything before in my life or his for that matter, considering he's about to be a father that's a really cool thing. He's going to make an incredible dad. My mom is so happy about being a grandma, from here on out I will affectionately refer to her as Granny!

So here's what Jason said on the phone. The official due date is May 21st. I think Granny has already booked a flight! The doctor "didn't see anything" so as far as they can tell it's a girl! At least now Granny can stop buying yellow and green stuff and start getting lots of pink stuff. Jason and Jessie decided on her name...Haylee Marie Foster. I love my brother for that one. Before Grandpa Hayles passed away, he told me if I ever had a little girl to name her, Haylee Marie, a play on his last name and Marie is my mom's middle name. Several years ago I found out that kids would be difficult for me and recently out of the question. I told Jason that if it was a girl to please consider Grandpa's wish for me. I love Jason and Jessie, they have made his wish come true. My brother is the greatest brother in the world. I'm a very lucky woman to have a brother and sister-in-law so kind as to consider my feelings and our grandpa's during a time when they could easily put their own desires first and be totally justified, it is their child on the way. They are such good people, they are so good together and they will make awesome parents!

So...that's about it on my end. It's no longer baby Foster, but a baby girl named Haylee. I love this. I can't wait until May! I feel a bit like Pinocchio, now I'm going to be a real aunt. A real, live Aunt Gigi! Congratulations Jason, Jessie and Haylee!

Warm Hearts and Freezing Temperatures: A Wedding in Idaho

2005-12-12T11:05:00.000-08:00

I'm baaaaack!! I got home yesterday from my brother's wedding in the frozen tundra of Idaho. It took 12 hours, but I have thawed out now. I'm so glad to be back home and to see that it's in the 60s here, when I left it was 10 degrees at 5:30 in the morning. Needless to say I was not a happy camper Friday morning when I left Texas, but I was even more unhappy when I landed in Pocatello, Idaho, and it was 1 degree. That's not a typo, it was really 1 degree at noon!! I'm not really sure why anyone would put up with that, but apparently a lot of people do. So the wedding went off without a hitch...correction--the wedding went off with a hitch! Jason and Jessie got married and it was beautiful. Her folks are the greatest people I've met in a long time. It's really cool when you meet one person and think, "Wow, they're great, they can't all be this great." Then you stand corrected, again and again. Jessie is a wonderful woman, I'm so lucky to have such a cool sister-in-law. Then I met her parents and realized where she gets it, they are such loving and accepting people. Then I met her sisters and grandparents and nieces and nephews, I'm telling you guys that the whole dadgum family is wonderful and sweet. I'm amazed. It was fantastic to travel from a warm climate to such a bitterly cold place, only to get around a family that was so loving, they just warmed us up inside and out. It made me aspire to be such a loving person, to be less judgmental. For a family of potato farmers from the country to accept a nose-pierced, tattooed city girl from Texas is inspiring. I love them. My brother is the luckiest man on Earth. Here are some pictures from the big day...

And one of the Best Man, Isaac Brewer, with the groom's sister...

Texas Rarities: Graffiti, Gators and Galveston

2005-12-07T09:52:00.000-08:00

In Texas, it's illegal to put graffiti on someone else's cow.

In Corpus Christi, it is illegal to raise alligators in your home.

In Galveston, it is illegal to have a camel run loose in the street

The Real Goings-on

2005-12-06T21:25:00.000-08:00

I know it's been a really long time since I've posted anything, much less anything of substance. So here's what's going on with me. Some of you know that Alan (my husband) and I are in the process of getting divorced. If you didn't know, Alan and I are getting divorced...it ended in October...yes, I'm ok...no, I really don't want to talk about it. Ok, now that's out of the way, what else has been happening in my exciting life. Jason (my brother) was here this week and it was really great to see and hang out with him. He and Jessie are getting married this weekend but due to the inclement weather, we aren't sure if we'll be able to make it to freaking Idaho. Who in their right mind gets married in Idaho in December anyway? So, depending on what happens with the rain, sleet, ice, snow event we are supposed to be experiencing tomorrow, we may or may not go to his wedding. I have to admit that I was really looking forward to meeting my new sister-in-law and seeing my little brother again, but the thought of seeing my father was freaking me out a little since I haven't seen him in so long I can't remember when. Not that that means a whole hell of a lot since I can't remember how long the chipped, red polish has been on my toes, but I do know that I had my pedicure at some point this summer and I haven't seen my father in at least a couple of years. Apologies to all those Table & Fire folks who might be reading this...but I guess if you were able to get past the divorce part, you probably aren't too shocked. Speaking of T&F, there's something that I've wanted to get off my chest about an old post about drinking in public and being a Christian or a minister. Someone on there posted something about how it's not a good thing and how a pastor should be held to a higher standard and that if they were to see one of our pastors at a bar they would be offended (paraphrased). My question is...if drinking bothers a person that much, why would they be in a bar in the first place? I mean if I'm down on Greenville Avenue, upstairs at the Cavern on Sunday night after bible study, drinking a Boddington's and someone from church walks in and is appalled that I'm sitting at the bar knocking one back, why are they there in the first place? I certainly wouldn't be offended if someone from IBC decided to go out for a beer or just to hear the awesome musical stylings of Ricki Derek (he sounds exactly like Sinatra). Anyway, I just had to get that out and since T&F is down, I thought I'd shoot my mouth off here on my blog. So there, nah! By the way, I'm totally aware of the fact that part of my drinking tirade sounded like an old joke. So a pastor, a rabbi and a priest walk into a bar...

Fives List

2005-12-06T18:51:00.000-08:00

Five Things to Do Before I Die

Travel somewhere outside of North America
Become a Literature professor - which includes finishing my BA, MA and PhD
Wade in the Dead Sea
Buy back my Grandpa's lake house in East Texas (or build one that looks just like it)
Meet at least some of the Table and Fire gang

Five Things I Cannot Do

Sing (although I do sing to the radio in my truck with the windows down because I don't care if someone hears me because I won't see them again)
Play an instrument
Keep my feelings to myself
Win at freecell more than 3 times in a row
Stop buying shoes

Five People I Would Most Like to Hang Out With For a Day

Toni Morrison
Kinky Friedman
Laura Bush
Willie Nelson
Bono

Five Favorite Books

Five Movies That I Would Watch Over and Over Again.

Five Songs That Are Currently Playing On My Computer

Long Time, No Posts

2005-09-14T23:50:00.000-07:00

It's pretty sad when you spend the time setting up a blog so that you can keep everyone in your life abreast of all the goings on in your life only to realize that you are the most mind-numbingly boring person on the planet. So after months of no excitement, I have news. Now I'm sure that some of you will be aggravated with me for not posting the long awaited recipes I promised or another installment of Texas Rarities, but you'll have to get over it because I have exciting news.

Jason finally sent us a photo of his girlfriend Jessie. I scanned it and cropped it and I'm posting it to the blog. She's coming down for Christmas with Jason, we can't wait to meet her. Looks like it might be serious, I think it's about time he settled down with a nice girl who can cook. That's not me sending women's rights back a couple generations, Jessie is a chef. I think it's particularly humorous that Jason finally meets a woman who could keep him from starving after he's already learned to cook his own dinner! Go figure. Well, I couldn't be happier for Jason and Jessie. I've never talked to her but I hear she's got a great sense of humor, if her incredible smile is any indication I'm sure that's true!

Texas Rarities: Milk Cows, Buffalo Assassination, Leash Laws and Roadkill

2005-07-24T02:22:00.000-07:00

It is illegal to milk another person's cow.
(Is it because you'd be stealing milk or touching another man's udders?)

For $150 you can become a licensed dead animal hauler in Texas.
(You mean to tell me you have to actually pay to scrape roadkill off the highway?)

It is illegal to shoot a buffalo from the second story of a hotel.
(So if Lee Harvey got the kill from the Book Depository it's a crime, but if the "lone gunman" on the grassy knoll bagged him it's not? Sounds like a conspiracy to me!)

In Jasper, dogs must be on a leash at ALL times or suffer a fine of $100.
("ALL" times?? What about when he's in the yard or the house, what about it then, huh? You gotta love my alma mater.)

Jason Update

2005-07-06T07:22:00.000-07:00

About Jason...
He graduated from Cowboy Camp and is working on the ranch in Wyoming as a trip cook. That's right "trip cook", the same guy we all know and love who could barely boil water to make mac and cheese is cooking on an open fire for people and is apparently really good at it! Who knew he had that talent in him? So we can all call him "Cookie" from now on. I love it, this is so rich! As soon as the ranch he works for posts the 2005 staff photo to their website I will post it here for your viewing enjoyment.

Finally Hooked Up The Camera

2005-06-29T21:03:00.000-07:00

For those of you who have never seen my beautiful baby girl here are a few photos of her. The first is pre-makeover and the other is after her makeover.

This last one is of my sleeping beauty... she is so totally spoiled!

Texas Rarities: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles…So there…

2005-06-23T23:47:00.000-07:00

In Richardson, it is illegal to do "U-Turns".

In Galveston, it is illegal to drive a motor car down Broadway before noon on Sundays.

It is illegal to drive without windshield wipers. You don't need a windshield, but you must have the wipers.

In Galveston, landing an airplane on the beach is illegal.

When two trains meet each other at a railroad crossing, each shall come to a full stop, and neither shall proceed until the other has gone.

In Galveston, no person shall throw trash from an airplane.

In Harker Heights, drivers of city vehicles must respect all traffic rules just like the rest of us.

Texas Rarities: Bodily Functions and Respect for the Dead

2005-06-18T16:18:00.000-07:00

In San Antonio, it is illegal to urinate on the Alamo.
(Thanks, Ozzy)

In Texas, it is illegal to indecently expose oneself to a corpse.
(I don't even want to know why this is on the books)

In Port Arthur, obnoxious odors may not be emitted while in an elevator.
(Port Arthur! The whole town smells like an elevator fart, who would ever know the difference!)

It is illegal to spit on the sidewalk.
(Who cares? If you wait a minute, it will either be so hot as to evaporate the spit or it will rain and wash the spit away!)

In Texas, it is illegal to curse in front of a corpse.
(Again, who would ever know the difference?)

Texas Rarities...

2005-06-16T22:23:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking lately about what makes Texas and Texans so different from other states and their inhabitants. Everyone I've ever met from another part of this great country says that Texans have a certain way about them, a bravado. Although I agree with this assessment of our character, I think it's the oddness of this Great State of Texas that keeps other states guessing. So for as long as I can come up with them, which is likely to be a long while, I am offering y'all installments of Texas Rarities: A Collection of Facts, Oddities, and Actual Laws...

The Amarillo airport has the 3rd largest runway in the world and is designated as an alternate landing site for the space shuttle.
In Texas, pharmacists can't be registered members of the Communist Party.
A recently passed anticrime law requires criminals to give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and to explain the nature of the crime to be committed.

2005-06-14T13:44:00.000-07:00

Cowboy Jason in Montana

Feeling like the red-headed stepchild

2005-06-12T22:28:00.000-07:00

Well, Matt...what about 3rd place? Apparently the 2nd loser doesn't even get mentioned. Don't you love family?

So here's the scoop as I see it now...

Jason's in Wyoming at "Cowboy Camp" (that's what I'm calling it now) and he loves it. He wears a straw hat, pearl snap shirts, and can now pack a mule! I feel like such a loser, I can pack a dishwasher or a car but not a mule. Seriously though, he's enjoying himself and I'm so happy to hear that. I'm really proud of my horse-ridin', hunt-guidin', hay-tossin', mule-packin' cowboy brother. He's really awesome! I just hope he doesn't forget what the square root of pi, divided by the circumference of the moon cubed is. He's also a Math major.

I have found the joy of Gran Turismo 4. It's the first PS2 game I actually love to play. My favorite thing about it? Racing Honda Odyssey minivans on a dirt track. Pure unadulterated joy. This coming from a woman whose last video game love affair was with a Tetris game cartridge and a regular Nintendo in 1989.

Well that's it for now....we are such boring people.

Keeping up with the Jacksons

2005-06-08T20:51:00.000-07:00

I understand that my cousin was compelled to keep up with her brother by starting her own blog. And now I feel the need to keep up with both of them or else look like the slacker grandchild, no one wants to be the slacker of the family....uhhhh, Tim, better shake a leg buddy or it's gonna be really hard to shake "slacker" from your title. *laugh*

We're great, hopefully we'll have more info later and some pictures once I figure out how to hook the camera to the computer. Later y'all!