Tag: houston

It’s a beautiful morning

Now I’m being Greg-like and using song titles for my subject line… But it is a beautiful morning in Houston. Yesterday was beautiful, too, and my errands took me through three of my favorite Houston neighborhoods. My own, of course, as well as River Oaks and West U. River Oaks has the stateliest mansions, but I like West U better. Many of the roads in West U are canopied by live oaks, which are just amazing trees.

I should take out the camera sometime and shoot some of my favorite places in Houston. The other day, I was in line at the grocery store and began talking to the guy ahead of me about how great the weather was. When I wished it could always be this way, he objected that year-round good weather would make people want to move here. Since we already have over four million people clogging the roads, I guess it’s good that the heat keeps everyone else away.

Another high point of yesterday was a run by the post office. Thanks, Todd, for the St. Patrick’s Day card (I was a little late picking it up, huh?). And I got the VERY FIRST official dogrl greeting card with a lovely photo of Sophie! Thanks, Lisa. =)

For Jandy

For some time, I’ve suspected that my car is invisible. Because whether Tim is driving or I am, people obviously can’t see it. That’s why they’re always doing death defying things like pulling out in front of us, stopping at green lights to talk on their cell phones when we are behind them, or cutting over from another lane and almost grazing us.

But I didn’t know that my own personal super power is invisibility until yesterday, when that guy at the post office could neither see nor hear me even though he was always within three feet of me. Oddly, as I was driving out, he was walking to his car. I had a CLEAR SHOT at running over him, and he wouldn’t have known I did it because my car and I are invisible.

Since Jandy needs photographic evidence, here it is.
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The mandatory Brokeback Mountain post (after viewing)

Are you kidding? I’m not saying anything about this film. Everyone with fingers and an Internet connection has already said it all. However, what I want to know is, does content from Live Journal ever make it into search engines? If so, please let me use the term “Ferrari salesman” as much as possible. Here’s why.
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Going to the ‘burbs

Today, Tom and I went OUTSIDE THE LOOP to visit:


Jonathan

and

Ryan

and their parents, Amy and Richard. Rex the Escape Artist Dog didn’t stop long enough on his way to the food bowl to be photographed. Amy gave us a gift similar to one from our godson’s parents: photos of the little ones in ALABAMA shirts we gave them. This is a big concession from parents who graduated from Texas A&M and Auburn. So far, I’m being nice and not publishing them for the world to see. All bets are off when I get to be naughty again.

It’s 71 degrees here, but…

We’ve been having thunderstorms for hours (no tornadoes that I know of, though). Margot hates thunder, so she crawled back into the bed this morning while I was making it. Thunder just makes Guinness want to eat, but if Guinness is breathing, she wants to eat.

I have all these packages to mail. I took a shower, dressed, etc., made my grocery list, posted on LJ, while waiting for the rain to slack off. When it did, as quietly as possible, I slipped into Tim’s apartment (I think the rain is extending his and River’s ability to sleep in, which is good, because he was up late writing) and got my luggage caddy and one of Tom’s gifts that I need to exchange (and now I’ll have to do that and wrap it before he reads my LJ, or he’ll know where his presents are stashed).

After I loaded up the packages and was trying to maneuver out the door with them, it began pouring again. I’m not dealing with the post office and grocery store in this mess. See? Even without snow and ice, Houston’s winter weather has its challenges. (I suspect I will get NO sympathy on this one.)

Good morning, America, how are you…

So tonight is the night when we join with New Orleans writer Greg Herren at our Meteor/Borders signing to raise money for the New Orleans AIDS Task Force (NO/AIDS)–or we get drunk and wonder where everybody is.

Actually, I’m VERY moved by the donations we’ve received in the mail, and by my personal friends who, though many of them can’t make it, have sent checks so I can buy copies of the books for them tonight (since Borders donates a portion of book sales to NO/AIDS). And then there are the friends who used their extensive e-mail lists to get the word out, and friends who made sure we had plenty of flyers…and the list goes on.

Meanwhile, Greg rolled into Houston last night, and Tim and I finally got to meet him face to face after these many months of talking online. Did we like each other? Was it everything we dreamed it would be and more? Did we stay up talking until nearly 5 a.m. even though we were all exhausted? Why yes, and that answers the first two questions. We laughed, we bitched, it was better than a Jacqueline Susann novel.

And–I SCORED a cover of Greg’s next Scotty book (coming in March) because Greg got mail from Kensington just before he left New Orleans. So unless you get a Kensington catalog, you’ve SEEN IT HERE FIRST!