Friday, December 16, 2005

The devil made me do it



I made a present of this wonderful Swinger Ring (no pun intended) to Stomps With Foot while we were in Las Vegas a couple of weeks ago. Click the photo to be redirected to their website. It is made by Teufel (pronounced toy-full) Jewelry and we had seen one in Hawaii many years ago and didn't buy it. When we discovered it in a jewelry store inside New York New York … well, I just had to get it for her.

Now the interesting part is that my friend Heb, who lives in Bavaria, suggested I name my new ride The Red Devil after a famous German pirate ship. I did a translation from English to German and lo and behold the word Teufel translates to devil. Now this is just a wierd coincidence, methinks.

I wondered if I should tell SWF about the translation of our new favorite word, Teufel, not wanting to give any negative connotations to her new bling. I did. She cocked her head and said, "What???"

Guess that was not a wise choice, but we love the word! Forget about the translation. A rose by any other name … and all.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Oh, man! It's so fine, being a Texan!



Sunset in the Texas Hill Country, during Wurstfest celebration. This shot was taken from the back porch, overlooking Canyon Lake, by my sister, codename: Rango.

For all you Texicans, Texans, and especially Rhianna, the ex-pat. This is for you.

All others can drool a bit, and get yer asses to the Great Republic of Texas.

As my aunt would say, after saying grace, "God Save The Republic."

Red sky at night, sailors delight. And yes, the stars at night are big and bright – deep in the heart of Texas.

Buy New Car Light Came On Again, so …

I haven't had a car payment for two years. Now the Exploder is getting on in age, and a bit long of tooth, so I am biting the big one for this bad boy. They call it Dark Cherry Clearcoat, it's a 2006 Ford Exploder Eddie Bauer Edition. Sheesh, my first house cost $10,000 less than this bad boy. Damn. After much angst, Stomps With Foot and I decided to give my son, Codename: Tyrone, my 1998 Exploder with 143,000 miles on it. It's a great car and has been carefully and lovingly cared for over the past seven years.




This is the interior. Mine is sans GPS. Sheesh, they only wanted $4,000 for the damn GPS. I can always get a map for a lot less!

Yar. We pick her up at the pier tomorrow, Thursday, Dec. 15. Woot!

Now, I must think of a name for her, something fitting for a pirate. Any suggestions would be appreciated, and if'n ye win this contest, I'll personally be givin' ye a ride in her and some surprise booty as well.

Something like, The Black Pearl, perhaps?

Hmmmm, The Red-winged Falcon. Need some help here, matey's.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Redford, May, 1991 - November 2005. R.I.P.



Redford was 14-years-old (87 in dog years according to the veterinarian). He was really special and we noticed the day before Thanksgiving that he wasn't feeling well. Labored breathing and very slow to move. We called the vet on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and finally heard from them on Friday, November 25 and took him in at 4:30 p.m.

He was dehydrated, had a collapsed lung and the x-rays showed cancer of the lungs. We kissed him and hugged him and I nibbled his cheek; then we and bade him farewell.

Stomps With Foot and I made the decision and I can't tell you how hard that was, yet it was the best thing to do for the king of the dachsunds. I really miss him. Really badly.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Wurstfest doings 11/4-11/14/2005

Stomps With Foot and I played host/hostess during the 10-day celebration of the sausage at Wurstfest in New Braunfels, to my youngest sister, codename: Rango, and her husband, codename: Red Spectrum. They have been interested in buying some property in the Hill Country and we had the incredible luck of arriving simultaneously at the designated location. They are from Dickinson, located between Houston and Galveston. We drove to Mystic Shores for an appointment they had with one of the "snake-oil salesmen" who told us they had some lots, the cheapest of which was $250,000.00. Right!

We laughed to ourselves, and while we drove the property (being led by the salesman) they stopped to look at the parcel. While Red Spectrum surveyed the land on foot, Rango called a man in Kerrville to make an appointment to see 7.5 acres for $25,000 (or so, I forget stuff). Red Spectrum pointed the salesman's attention to Rango, who was sitting in their car, and let him know that she was closing a deal on the Kerrville property. Well, as if by magic, the salesman pulled some cheaper parcels out of his ass, and suggested they go look at it. Red Spectrum kicked the dirt and said, "She's closing the deal now, so, no thanks."

With that, we left and returned to the Hill Country Resort for Bloody Mary's and some dinner. The next day we drove to Kerrville, about 2 hours away, and went via Johnson City and Fredricksburg. It was a great day for a drive, and we finally located the 7.5 acre parcel they had been looking for. Alas, it was pretty much a "waller" (coloquial for "wallow") and they nixed that idea. They had arranged to see some property in Wimberly on Sunday, and departed early for the appointment with the real estate agent. They came, they saw and they left!

Stomps with foot and I then turn our attention to the Good Ship Sycamore, our rental property in New Braunfels. She needed some repairs to her hull, and we were very fortunate to hook-up with a great contractor who handled the situation in record time. In fact, my grandson was born while I was overseeing the hull repair!

Friday evening we then hosted her cousin, codename: Ess, and her husband, codename: Snake. Saturday, while the ladies enjoyed a "spa" day at our favorite salon in New Braunfels - The William Edge Salon - Snake and I headed for the gun range.

We blew up a lot of shit, especially .45 ACP ammo. I made some new art for the refrigerator at home - my target from 25 yards. Not bad for a pirate. Nice tight patterns around the bullseye, and a couple that missed the target entirely. Yar!

We had a great time for 10 daze in the Hill Country, visiting with daughter, SweetieOne and Duffer - and the two granddaughters. Then it was back to Dallas to get ready for Thanksgiving.

Did I mention that we didn't even go to the Wurstfest celebration? Guess we had other things to do that were more important.

Almost 2 months since my last post, damn.

Much has been taking up my time lately, and I have been remiss in sharing with my blog readers, for which I apologize.

I will make it up to you, as well as myself, by trying to take things chronologically.



Murray Wayne Bennett, my first grandson, arrived November 10th. Son of my son - codename: Tyrone, and the love of his life, codename: SweetCee.

Stomps With Foot and I were in New Braunfels at the time, and there was a bit of guilt experienced by us both for not being in Dallas to support Tyrone and SweetCee during this incredible miracle. My eldest son, codename: Jaeger and his wife were there for them though, which I appreciated more than they know.

Ah, that new-baby smell … (Sniff, sniff, sniff)

Not wanting to diminish the beauty and importance of this event, I will catch you up on the next "happening," in my next post.