November 25, 2008


  • Look I'm a citrus!!

    I bought myself lunch yesterday in Borger, TX. whilst ordering an
    older man was showing the order taking gal a drawling(Texan Lingo) of
    a head stone.

    I didn't interupt, but I did interfere. He seemed to have a desire to
    explain himself. I, not particularly caring, but always up for a
    story poured a cup of coffee and looked into this mans soul.

    His tear stained eyes, always on the brink of welling up again were in
    contrast to his soft but strong voice as he kindly explained the
    drawling of the eventually to be shared headstone with his wifes info
    already filled in. Her final moments happened between 09:30 and 10:15
    on Aug. 28, 2008 when she sent her husband to the store for some
    chocolate moose.

    They knew it was coming and were prepared. Her only regret was that
    she couldn't stick around to meet great grandkids. Her . . .
    better . . . their grandchil'ren thou, now they had great lives of
    homeschool mixed with public ed. and are on full ride scholarships to
    be teachers and the like. The kids had good productive lives that had
    been molded with the wisdom and guidence of hard working parents.

    There is of course a books worth of info gleened from my small 10 min
    window into the lives of these strangers. But you get the idea. We
    all die, make sure your life is worth it.

    Dropped at one of the oil refineries in Borger, they insist on PPE,
    which I think is stupid, so while obeying their rules I make sure to
    mock them as much as possible.

    Christine, this is for you. I would strongly recomend that you
    consider this outfit for your eventual bridesmaids.