Happy Halloween - A little bit of Wolfman Jack

Exotic Cowboy Boots - The real men of genius.

I took a 3 week painting class in Florida in 2008 with 23 other people. Having a Texas license plate among the liberal artsy folks means to them full bore head with Texas jokes, telling me what a fool GWB was, and how O is going to make the country better. Being a conservative, I was up to the challenge. After 3 weeks, I was ready to be back in Texas. I was driving through the Galveston when I heard this commercial on the radio. Lord, it was the most welcoming you are back in Texas commercial I could have heard. The following commercial on the radio was gun range commercial basically saying after a hard days work, head off to the gun range for relaxation. It was definitely good to be back in Texas. These two commercials convinced me to spend the night in Galveston before heading the rest of the way home.

Chuck Norris vs fainting goats or November 2...

Cheerleaders

Two of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders were at the local grocery store for signing autographs. The grocery store had a set up a throwing footballs into a board with a cut out circle in the ice cream aisle section of the store. First stop, was to get my son the autographs of the two cheerleaders. Next, I threw some footballs. The following morning, sciatic nerve said good morning, remember me.

Hungry Doggies....

10 Unexpected Merit Badges....

I found this on Neatorama website and you can check out the other 9 badges on their website here if you so desire. The other badges sound really cool to earn; however, this one stood out the most of the 10 Unexpected Merit badge: Couch Potato. I can see Jay Leno having a field day with this badge name.

7. Couch Potato. This Girl Scout badge might sound like it’s all about watching Gilmore Girls reruns and snacking on Doritos, but it actually can end up being an in-depth analysis of gender portrayals in the media, or a careful consideration of the nutritional value of some of the snacks we mindlessly consume while wondering exactly why we continue to watch The Hills.

Selective hearing

This photo was taken at the Silent Wings Museum in Lubbock, TX.

Yesterday, I entered a contest to win Smith and Wesson Ultralight revolver. I had to be present to win.

My son came home when my husband and I were heading out the door so we could be present to win. My son had selected hearing thinking I said, "I bought a revolver". A little bit a drool was coming down the corners of his mouth wondering which beauty caught my fancy. He was in such a good mood.

When we arrived in the parking lot, the subject we were talking about was computers. My husband said, "My school had computers". We were thinking he was referring to his high school He was the Class of '64.
"What kind of computers did you have, an abacus?", I asked thinking my husband was going to heckle my son with the virtues low tech and the good old days.
My husband replied in frustrated tone, "No, we didn't have an abacus?"
"So you used your toes?" I asked. Hmmm low tech is fast becoming extreme low tech.
"No, I didn't used my toes. The computers had vacuum tubes" he replied.
I replied, "What school are you talking about?"
He replied back, "My college". Oh dear... oops.
I replied to him, "I thought you were talking about your high school had computers".
My son then pipes up with, "Dad used a paper slide rule in high school................... Based on Logarithms".

My husband had enough of our wicked math jokes to know not to go there to ask us to explain because in the end, he won't find it one bit funny.

My husband change the subject fast from math and computers to drawing in 10 minutes
My son said, "Drawing?"

Harper's Weekly, May 11, 1878

1878 Political Cartoonist Thomas Nast.

SST and YF-12A

The Lockheed YF-12A















An artist's conceptional interpretation of the Lockheed 2000 Supersonic Transport. It is quite sad the coolest airbus didn't happen. The name of the artist which was most likely an engineer working on the SST isn't on this piece of work.

Grackles

It is that time of year again when the migratory grackles arrives in our city for the winter. They are confused. It is south. Go south! Further South!

I like the grackles that stay all year here. But when the grackles in-laws arrived, it is unbelievable how much noise they can make! I think this video pretty much covers how Austin feels about their grackles.

Midland Tx Airshow Tomorrow.

My son and the other living history people from Abilene are headed to Midland for the big day. In the video, they are the guys in the jeep. I can't wait to hear what the retired AF man in their group fixed them for breakfast and got them to eat.

Buffalo Gap

Today, we went to the country vet to pick up my dog's medicines. My dog loves going to vet. The vet has a large animal practice. He has barns for the cattle and horses. To a dog, this is doggy Disneyland of smells. My dog loves it. It is hard to get her back into van after letting her walk around the property. Apparently, smelling backyard squirrel trails doesn't quite cut it with her. Cows and horses, please!

Since the vet is near Buffalo Gap, we swung by to see how the little rickety old western boutique stores were doing. Only 1 boutique was in business. The store remaining open had fishing reel toilet paper holder, and 12 gauge shot gun shell salt and pepper shakers. I bought shakers and a fishing lure coffee mug.

There is this one store that once had Kelly Pruitt renting there. Kelly Pruitt was a famous western artist. I liked Mr. Pruitt. He was a character. He truly lived the cowboy life of yesterday years. He didn't stay all that long in Buffalo Gap. He moved to another city to spread his charm. He had an art gallery in NM. He passed away in 2009.

I used to go visit old Kelly every so often to see what he was painting. I had the worse timing in the world seeing old Kelly paint. Usually it had 3 brush strokes on it. I had the pleasure of looking at his finished paintings instead. I never did see Mr. P paint. Mr. P would take a load off his feet and talked to me about his dogs, told my son stories about things he had done in his life and talked about painting from his imagination.

The only store remaining open the owner told me about how Mr. P said he would go out on a comet. The night Mr. P passed away, there was huge fireball crossing the Texas sky. The store owner said that gave him the goosebumps.

My dog was walking around the old rickety boutiques and enjoying the smells. When it came time to put her in the van, she didn't want to go. I see my dog has fallen under the spell of this place too.

This is what I call a fishing buddy

The Drummer is interesting.

Rick K and the All Nighters..