Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
A Little More Dad Weirdness
As mentioned below, today's my dad's birthday. This morning, I had a piece of junk mail from the e-mail address "rolex @ clownlicense . com". Thanks for the "hello" this morning, dad.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
I heard this song the other day and it made me think of my dad. I'm not sure why except that he was a magician and he loved music and he loved to dance. The lyrics just seem to fit, you know?
Happy Birthday, Dad! Love you.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Love you.
Monday, July 26, 2010
How to Talk to the Ladies
Saturday night I worked the registration table at my baby sister's 30-year class reunion. From where I was sitting, I could see the smokers outside the front glass sliding doors. At one point, I thought I noticed a few of the guys looking in at our registration table and they seemed to be talking about us, but I told myself, "Seriously, Laurie, not everything is about you."
Right about the time I had that thought, one of the guys broke off from the pack, came through the automatic glass doors, walked right up to me, looked at my nametag and said, "Class of '74?"
I said, "Yep. Class of '74."
I thought he was going to ask if I knew a brother or sister that might have also graduated in 1974.
Instead, in typical southeast Texas fashion, he said, "That's some old shit right there."
Keep in mind that he was there attending the reunion for the Class of 1980. His shit is not that much younger than my shit.
When he saw the surprised look on my face, he said, "No....I mean... I meant...you look good. 1974. That's old. I mean...."
I said, "You sure do know how to talk to the ladies."
Poor fella, mumbled a little more then went back outside probably to pay up on the bet he just lost.
Moral of the story: If you're trying to tell a woman she looks good for her age, stay away from the words "shit" and "old", not necessarily in that order.
Right about the time I had that thought, one of the guys broke off from the pack, came through the automatic glass doors, walked right up to me, looked at my nametag and said, "Class of '74?"
I said, "Yep. Class of '74."
I thought he was going to ask if I knew a brother or sister that might have also graduated in 1974.
Instead, in typical southeast Texas fashion, he said, "That's some old shit right there."
Keep in mind that he was there attending the reunion for the Class of 1980. His shit is not that much younger than my shit.
When he saw the surprised look on my face, he said, "No....I mean... I meant...you look good. 1974. That's old. I mean...."
I said, "You sure do know how to talk to the ladies."
Poor fella, mumbled a little more then went back outside probably to pay up on the bet he just lost.
Moral of the story: If you're trying to tell a woman she looks good for her age, stay away from the words "shit" and "old", not necessarily in that order.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Ava's Newest Phrase
I spent some time with my 3 year old grand-fabulous daughter today. Her newest phrase: "You're driving me nervous."
Examples (both of which she used today):
"That dog is driving me nervous!"
"Grandma, you're driving me nervous!"
I really try to not drive her nervous, but sometimes I just can't help myself.
Examples (both of which she used today):
"That dog is driving me nervous!"
"Grandma, you're driving me nervous!"
I really try to not drive her nervous, but sometimes I just can't help myself.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Hurricane Tracking: It's Not Your Grandmother's Tracking Chart
Remember the olden days when the only updates we received about tropical storms and hurricanes were the latitude and longitude coordinates and we had to manually plot those coordinates on tracking charts? No spaghetti models. No freaking cones of freaking probability.
I've always been obsessed with the weather. I could name the types of clouds when I was 6 years old. Now, with all of the information available I have crossed from obsessed with the weather to possessed by the weather.
I'm a Demonic Hurricane Tracker.
I need a hurricane-orcism.
The tools of my obsession:
Accuweather
Golden Triangle Weather Page
National Hurricane Center
Spaghetti Models
Stormpulse
Weather Underground
I've always been obsessed with the weather. I could name the types of clouds when I was 6 years old. Now, with all of the information available I have crossed from obsessed with the weather to possessed by the weather.
I'm a Demonic Hurricane Tracker.
I need a hurricane-orcism.
The tools of my obsession:
Accuweather
Golden Triangle Weather Page
National Hurricane Center
Spaghetti Models
Stormpulse
Weather Underground
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Painting with a Twist - Laurie and Mom
Tonight, mom and I painted pictures at Painting With a Twist. Here's my painting. I didn't take a picture of mom's. Shame on me. I'll post hers another time, because I'm sure there will be many more. Since I don't have enough walls, guess what you're all getting for Christmas.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
R.I.P. Bug
I just saw a dead bug floating legs up in my toilet.
Rest in please, you poor stupid dead bug.
Rest in please, you poor stupid dead bug.
WTF?
Today, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
However, my phone wasn't in my pocket.
It was sitting on my desk...not vibrating
WTF?
However, my phone wasn't in my pocket.
It was sitting on my desk...not vibrating
WTF?
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Spindletop Roller Girls and Painting With a Twist

Thursday, July 1 at 7:00 p.m. Just three more home games including this one. I'll be there. Will you?
I'll be attempting to paint the lovely picture above on July 16th at Painting With a Twist. You bring your favorite beverage, snacks and friends and instructors walk you through the painting of the day. Sounds so fun.
www.paintingwithatwist.com/beaumont
The Oaks Shopping Center 229 Dowlen Rd., Suite 11A
Beaumont, TX 77707
(409) 866-0399
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