Posts Tagged ‘Texas’

It was a cool but beautiful day when Nibbles arrived in our fair town of Melissa, Texas.  We were a bit late getting to the post office, and when we got there, we found Nibbles patiently waiting on us.















The first thing he did upon arrival was meet our new real buddy Koko.  She’s a long-haired Chihuahua that was given to us (more about Koko later).  Koko loved Nibbles and Nibbles loved Koko.
















We asked Nibbles if there was anything special she wanted to do while visiting us, and right away she let us know with a great deal of exuberance, that she wanted to go sight seeing.  We warned her there wasn’t much to see in Melissa, but Nibbles insisted.  So, we took her to see the Fire Station, and the local park.  That about summed up the town sights; but Nibbles fell in love with the park, so that was lucky for us.  Here she is sliding down the BIG slide:














And she absolutely loved climbing atop Big Foot the green dragon.















Then, she spotted the Basketball courts and threw a hissy fit because I wouldn’t play her a game of HORSE.  So… the husband initiated a game of one on one and that appeased Nibbles.













Then, Nibbles spotted the cars and promptly hopped into one and away she went!  We screamed and hollered for her to come back, “Come back Nibbles!  Nibbles, come back!”  on account she didn’t have a license and all, but she wouldn’t listen.  She just stepped on the accelerator and faster she went!













We got tired of waiting for her to come back, so we gave up and decided to go on home and hoped Nibbles would be able to find her way back.  A short while later, Tom (one of our three police officers) showed up on our driveway with errant Nibbles in tow:













He gave her a citation for driving without a license and gave us a severe scolding for allowing her to drive without a license.  What ever!

And that was the end of Nibbles’ Adventure in Melissa Land.  The End.


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OK, it was raining when Philip arrived in Texas, and it was raining when Philip left.  Needless to say, our outdoor activities were curtailed to the point where Philip was going nuts being cooped up inside the house.  It took every ounce of energy to keep up with the little fellow, because he just simply would not sit still! 

From the moment Philip arrived, he wanted to be and act like a real Texan.  So we loaned him our hat and our gun.
















Like I said, we were cooped up inside the house because of the rain, but the little fellow just kept watching outside and the minute the rain let up for a second, he dashed outside and flew/ran right up a tree.




















He said he could view things from up there that we couldn’t from the ground.  So I relented and let him stay up there for a few minutes.  Then, he spotted something way out at the back of the yard and off he went.  He found Myrtle!
















And Lilith!
















And Alex!  Although Alex wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about a teeny tiny pink flamingo for a friend…
















Right after, Philip discovered a few of Zee’s toys lying about and of course, he just had to try them out.  He zipped around the house fast enough to get a speeding ticket

















And he slid down the banister enough times that I seriously considered spraying furniture wax on his little butt.















Finally, the time came for Philip to leave, and the husband, cheap as always, was actually going to charge Philip for his stay!  Here they are trying to work out the costs involved.
















Don’t worry.  I was able to talk the husband out of charging Philip for his stay.  Shame on the husband!  Anyway, it was time for Philip to leave, so we all drove him down to the local UPS place where he stoically boarded his little box and away he went to New York.  Sob.  I’m going to miss that little feller!

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A Texan Christmas

This is Texas, so naturally, the gifts we get for Christmas are just a tiny bit different than what the rest of the world gets.  For instance, my husband got himself an AK47.  A real one.  Why?  Because Obama may try to ban them again.  Yeah, you say he should?  Why?  For Christ’s sake, my husband has rifles in his gun safe that are more powerful than that stupid ratty gun.  My opinion is this:  any gun/rifle I can actually lift to my shoulder, is not worth worrying about. 

Anyway, I was truly glad he got his AK47, he was so happy about the damned thing.  I love weapons anyway.  If you know me, then you know I’m heavily into martial arts, and therefore, weapons.  Of course, the weapons I use are somewhat different.  Mostly they come in long poles, knives, and throwing stars and weird shaped knife-looking things that are, in the proper hands, quite dangerous.  I’d like to think of myself as dangerous.  It has a nice ring to it.

So this Christmas, you can just imagine how excited I was to find under the tree, my very own, brand spanking new, shiny (well not really) Glock.  That’s right.  I am now the proud owner of a 40 m Glock.  Here it is:



Now, I’ve never in my life shot a gun of any type, so I’m a little stupid when it comes to them.  I took the thing from the case and immediately was met with shouts from the entire room, “Whoa!  Don’t aim that at me!”  “Point at the ground, dummy!”  “Hey!  Watch where you’re aiming!”  and “Somebody please take that away from her!”

After I was shown how to properly handle a gun that had no clip yet, and shown how to cock it, etc… everyone around me calmed down by several degrees.  My husband took me out back (we own several acres), and without bullets, proceeded to give me lessons.  How to hold it, how to sight, and then I was to try cocking it.  And that’s as far as we got because… well… because to my horror and utter embarrassment, I just couldn’t do it! 

I clearly pictured in my mind being attacked by some gun wielding frenzied killer and me going:

“Hmph.  yiaaagh.  Hmmmph!”

“Look; I’m sorry about this, but I can’t seem to find the strength to cock this damned thing.  Would you mind coming back to get me after I’ve built up my arm strength?  Or better yet, go try to rob and kill somebody with skills closer to your own, will ya?”




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