Happy Veteran’s Day

November 12, 2008

Today is Veteran’s Day. That means that I take the time to make an amazing meal for my husband, a Vietnam Veteran. For the last two years, it was turkey tetrazzini. This year it was wide egg noodles baked in a casserole with fresh carrots and onion and cubed chicken in a creamy sauce, served with fresh buttered French bread. I have to go all out. It is the least I can do for someone who so bravely risked his life. I wouldn’t. I’d be the first one waving a white flag giving the enemy island, peninsulas, continents, whatever the hell they wanted. I’d be screaming like a schoolgirl going, “HAYAY, watchu want? Swampland? Desert? Mountains? I got ’em all. Right heah. They are good to go.”

You won’t catch me on a front line risking my life for anything. I wear a round yellow pin that says, “Yellowbelly” on my lapel. Maybe after a bottle or two or four, but sober? Never. I have the upmost respect and admiration for men who have the bravery to stand up for principles or for their country. Risking their lives for others? My God. Strangers, even. Goodness.

Four women today celebrated their birthdays at an old folks home and each of those ladies was over 100 years old. How horrible to have to lose those you love. I still think of my deepest loves. I wonder if they are right with me in another form. Invisible, intangible… or is it my fancy? Who knows? My husband has unshakeable faith. He KNOWS there is a God. My mom did too. I have been shown over and over just by the sheer fact that I am here, yet still I am ungrateful at times and doubtful. I wonder how many times my mom and dad have had to intercede for me with God so that I am not burnt up in a flash of lightning. I was so bullheaded that I would have lit a cigarette off that lightning and kept on going. What a fool. I am thankful that I am surrounded by others with strong faith, like maybe it protects me. My little mustard seed.

OK, so maybe my choice of dessert would not go over so well in another household. I was craving cake, it is a holiday so therefore, reason to bake one but maybe I should not have chosen RED VELVET. I love colors and their symbolism but maybe spilled blood on veteran’s day for dessert was not such a good idea. Then again, maybe it could be in honor of those who gave their life. I just know this would not have gone over well in public. If I keep my mouth shut, I wonder if anyone would even make the connection between the color of the cake and the reason for the holiday. I am going to see, maybe it is me reading too much into things. It probably is. Like I like to tell people who do it too, sometimes a banana is just a banana. Quit reading too much into things.

OK, nobody said anything about the cake being RED. My daughter and I played Scrabble and she beat me. Nobody has beat me for like 25 years and I did not try or something but she beat me. Then I said, “Let’s play again.” She said, “OK.” I said, “My first word is going to be formaldehyde. Then “consciencious” followed by “stethescope” and then “cow.” We had a blast. She has good taste in music, my little one. I wonder what it is like for her to discover groups like Black Sabbath and Metallica, stuff that has been around for ages. Then she knows “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash, which I had never heard of, or did but did not pay attention to. My husband walked in on us RIGHT after I had put on some OLD Pink Floyd, “Breathe” from “The Dark Side of the Moon.” I said, “I don’t know what the hell kind of music this child is listening to. Must be the friends she is hanging out with at school.” We laughed hard at that one because it was all me. I love doing that to her.

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The Earthen Oven in Mission, Texas

November 11, 2008

This earthen oven we came across last weekend fascinates me. It was next to the church that Mission was founded on, La Lomita Mission.

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The article I linked to here says that you can cook anything in this oven that you would cook in a regular oven as long as you can get it through the door. It says the oven is heated first, the coals scraped out, and then it is ready to be cooked in. http://www.appropedia.org/Blue_ox_earthen_oven


Life is Funny

November 7, 2008

This morning we were on our way to work over the Queen Isabella Causeway, the longest causeway in Texas, when my husband said, “Look at the water.” I replied, “It looks like glass.” Then we saw the funniest thing. A pelican was coming in for a landing on the water but he was going too fast so when his beak hit the water he was propelled over and did a flip onto his back. He recovered but shook his head as if saying, “WTH?” I wonder if birds can die of embarrassment. I am sure he was wondering if any girls were watching.  Poor thing. Such is life. I guess this proves EVERYBODY has bad days.


Hurricane Ike’s Destruction

September 20, 2008

Now that it has been a week since Hurricane Ike has come and gone, I am grateful that it bypassed us but sad that it did cause so much destruction to people in Galveston, Texas. It was as scary as Katrina in that people had to find out whether family and friends survived or not. That area of Texas will now be dealing with hurricane-related things as we, Louisiana and Florida residents did this year as well. I hope many Florida residents choose to become Winter Texans and come visit our neck of the woods. It is gorgeous, warm, virtually no crime compared to other places and the people are genuinely friendly and helpful here.

Dealing with FEMA and having your claim rejected, being without power for weeks at a time, having lost all or most of your possessions are things that many people in these storms’ wakes now have in common. One popular thread in the forum I like to go to was even about “Things You Learned From Dolly.” I learned to clean EVERYTHING out from the fridge before you leave because you WILL lose power and you WILL come back to a stinky mess of a freezer and/or fridge. I learned to get the phone number of a neighbor who can tell you the status of your house while you are gone. Now, in the aftermath of Ike, there is not much people can do but wait for their FEMA claim denial letter and work with that. Good luck.

South Padre Island was spared Ike’s wrath and the beaches are open, business ready and waiting for visitors and fishing is good. Black and red drum trips are soon going to be offered by the local fisherman.


Texas school district OKs pistols for teachers, staff

August 17, 2008

Harrold Independent School District approved a district policy change last October so employees can carry concealed firearms to deter and protect against school shootings. The teachers must have a Texas license to carry a concealed handgun, must receive training in crisis management and hostile situations and have to use ammunition that is designed to minimize the risk of ricochet in school halls. What good is all this training when all a kid has to do is get into the teacher’s purse when she is not looking and then get payback for the jocks calling him a freak? Students can be as charming as Valentino but as deadly as a viper. Students are children; children who are still maturing. Some are very emotionally immature. Just as a two-year-old cannot contain his rage upon being denied anything, neither can some picked-on kid who thinks the entire world hates him and is talking about him and mocking him. Fighting siblings often yell, “I hate you!” to the object of their loathing, then after a while, calm down and are best friends again with their loving brother or sister. How many brothers have killed the other in a moment of uncontrolled rage? How much easier for a student who feels that the whole class is laughing at him and his payback is right there in the teacher’s desk drawer or up in the closet? It is sad that someone is going to have to lose their life or possibly be critically injured before somebody realizes that guns in a classroom is a can of worms that did not need to be opened.