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Saturday, September 24, 2005

If I lived on the Gulf Coast...I'd be dead.
I have decided I wouldn't be long for this world if I lived on the Gulf. Today, I am in Dallas and Hurricane Rita came ashore this morning east of Houston. We are getting the bits of weather along the edge here. I was out earlier and the wind was blowing steady at around 30kts with a cloudy tropical overcast. I was walking on an overpass and the wind picked up a bit. I was actually getting winded walking downhill. (Of course I get winded walking down stairs so that's not saying much.) The thing is, that I found myself hoping that the wind would get stronger...Maybe 80kts would be nice. I was innately drawn to this weather. I am firmly convinced that I would be one of those idiots standing on the beach with a Mai Tie in his hand as the wind grew past 100 kts. Just standing on the overpass I had an uncontrollable urge to shout "This is Jim Cantore in Corpus Christi facing the full brunt of hurricane Rita for the Weather Channel."

I love the fact that the Weather Channel feels that it's people need to be outside in the worst weather. In fact I think they shouldn't have an anchor desk. Everyone should be outside at all times. Some blond, who's trying to look good soaking wet in a raincoat while being pelted with airborne lawn ornaments, pitches it back to the desk and they cut to the anchors sitting in lawn chairs. Maybe under an umbrella...sipping lemonade...or Tequila...in bathing suites...and they're women...and they are covered with...sorry...never mind. Then they pitch it again; "...and now we're going to Chris Hawley on the shores of Corpus Christy who actually has a 2x4 sticking out of his head!"

Yea...I wouldn't last long.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Boy, those little ones cost a lot!
No, not the baby. He hasn't cost much at all. But these damn cats! Our newest one stopped pooping the other day and after several days, a barium scan, and several nights at the vet, she is working fine...ChaChing...$350! The night before last, Lorna's cat Misha didn't come in when we called. She does that once in a while. (Not any more!) Lorna got up at 5am to see if she wanted in and there she was. Her right arm was three times it's normal size. She was crying and Lorna was upset. She had been bitten twice in the arm by a rattle snake. So, at 7:30 it was off to the vet...again. At last count we were around $250 but she is still there so the money clock is still running. It looks like she is going to pull through but her nighttime strolls are over.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

A Picture Share! 

This is the last thing a bird sees when it hangs out on a runway. Its a CFM-56-3b-2 engine 22,000 pounds of thrust.


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