Pearls of Wisdom and Foolish Mutterings

Fire and Trivia

Did I mention that our Arby's burned to the ground here in Pasa-get-down-dena? Yep, it did. Half the town was gathered around the area that was roped off with yellow tape and police cars, watching it burn as a ladder truck dumped water on the roof and thick gray smoke billowed out from the eaves. Like any typical curious good citizen, I parked my car a few blocks away at Auto Zone and, with my IPhone in hand, trekked over to the parking lot across from the burning building and started snapping pictures with my fellow citizens of the Pasadena/Deer Park area. Here, let me show you:




Yessiree, we know how to party down here where I live. Did I ever mention that I watched Gilley's Nightclub (of Urban Cowboy fame) burn to the ground? It was years ago, when we had first moved to Houston and I was driving an old blue Chevy Nova that made a noise like gunfire when it backfired (which it did a lot) and every time it backfired, the kids and I would duck our heads reflexively because we thought we were encountering gunfire. Anyway, we sat in a vacant field in that old blue Nova, along with lots of other curious people and watched Gilley's burn.  Sorry, no pictures of that one.

Speaking of that Chevy Nova, my kids used to make me drop them off several blocks from the school when I took them to school in that car. Ingrates. Oh, and it also had a problem with the fuel filter and when the filter would get clogged up, that car would just start going slower and slower and slower. It usually happened when I was trying to drive over the toll road bridge, which has a very steep incline. I would keep pushing and pushing, harder and harder on the gas pedal until we finally limped over the top of the bridge and coasted down the other side. By then, we would have built up some speed, so I would turn around and go back home, but through the tunnel this time, so Charles could clean the fuel filter. We bought that car for $500 and we were glad to have it (well, not all of us - the kids weren't in love with it.)

By the way, I will henceforth be calling my husband by his given name of Charles when I speak of him in my blog. He told me last week that he hates being referred to as "Hubby." So, Charles it shall be. He also told me he doesn't read my blog regularly because it's tedious. But that's another fight for another day. He did counter that with saying that he reads the other items in my port - the short stories and stuff. Good enough. Now I know that it's not necessary for me to censor myself in my tedious blog and I can speak freely when he pisses me off.

Mind you, this is the man who bought me a Glock 9mm for Christmas. One would think he might be a bit more prudent with his off-the-cuff comments. Does he not remember that I ran over his ass with a full-size van and burned his butt with a hair dryer? Accidentally, of course. Especially the van thing.I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea and start thinking of me as a Clara Harris-type or anything like that. But, by God, when I say "Get in the van," I mean it, and most assuredly don't turn and walk the other way instead of getting in the van. I don't drive well in reverse. I mean, really, who does?

Well, that's all for today. I think I need to go clean my gun now. Ha ha! Just kidding.