does ft. worth ever cross youuurrrr miiiiind?

i just got back to my parent's house from a whilrlwind 12 hour to-and-fro wedding/eating/familying extravaganza.

my dad wasn't always this redneck, was he?
sunflower seeds spat in a dairy queen cup?
merle haggard songs about prison?
playing air mandolin?

come ON! why can't we play air guitar? why does it have to be a frikkin' sissy mandolin?

(i love my dad...::smiles fondly::)

the last time i ever drove further than fort worth, texas, i was 7 years olde. and the only thing i remember about that trip was building a snowman in the middle of my aunt's front yard in odessa, tx and a Garth Brooks concert.

i did NOT remember that smell.
i did NOT remember those tall white creepy windmills that make me think ufo's are lurking nearby.
and i did NOT remember that dry air.

however, i have now decided that the world DOES in fact, end on the other side of ft. worth. but, that dry air sure helps the hairdo. i look GREAT in the desert. it's such a shame i dislike nose bleeds so much that i have to live somewhere humid.

and with that in mind...how is it that it refuses to snow in dallas, but in the desert, desolate, wasteland of west texas, my only real memory (besides, of course, garth brooks swinging gallantly over his fanbase on ropes) is SNOW?!?!?!

in a desert.

at least now i have the fond memory of my dad's sunflower spitoon and merle haggard.

::blink::
::blink blink::

Fun with Hobos: IS Eight enough?

I get into a lot of trouble with my fascination/obsession/interest in hobos. (does that mean that when i fill out a form and it asks for "hobbies" i can put "hobos"? "what are your favorite hobbies?" "HOBOS!!!!!!!!!" i like that. A LOT) I once posted a blog about a hobo that had set up shop in the taco bell drive thru and would panhandle when you drove up to him. and because of that post, i got SO.MUCH.GRIEF. for how heartless and spoiled i am. and how helpless and shamed he must have felt when i attacked him by asking HIM for five bucks. (which...i thought was clever)

it is, however, always fun when you see a hobo with a good "trick of the trade" like....the legless hobos. i always give them money. or the hobo that spent the money to have a plastic "homeless: please help" sign MADE for him at a printing shop to withstand the violence of wind and rain. GENIUS.

but today, friends, i can't help but laugh.

i was on my way back to work from spending 400 bucks on that stupid buick that i NO LONGER like. and i saw a sad sight: a deaf woman on the corner of haskell and live oak signing for food.

the other cars declined her pardons, and she started to walk away

i thought to myself "i wish i hadn't spend that dollar on this wonderful orange soda so that i could give it to her, but oh well" and as i finish the thought in my head (as i opened my sunkist) the car in front of my honked.

i looked up, to see the woman turn around from halfway down the block, the guy yell "hey lady" and see her run back to the corner to retrieve her gift.

the deaf lady.

heard the honk.

came and got the quarter.

half a block.

DEAF!.

HONK!!

??????

oh, brother....

dad, lunch, and hos

i was having lunch with my dad today and had just finished griping at him for talking on the phone the entire time we are at lunch. his phone rings nonstop. MY phone doesnt even ring that much and i have all the friends. and the social life. and somesuch...

as i finished up my sentence about how i find it rude to talk on the phone in the presence of company it rang again.

dad stared at me.
i stared at dad.

and he couldn't stand it. as we stared, his hand crept over to the phone pressed the "talk" button and without taking his eyes off of me he says:
"hello. this arthur" (that's what he always says even when i call.)

it was my mom. she was calling to warn him not to talk to strangers on the street by the office. there was a hooker sting operation going on and the police winnebago had set up shop by their office. arresting men that solicited.

which...that is funny that cops spend hours a day and dollars doing that. and it is funny that my mom called my dad to tell him about it....

but....the part where you wonder if mom was really warning him as a joke just to be silly or really warning him as though his "helping out a ho" was a viable option.

::shivers::
this thought gives me double chins.

different emotions

i am sitting here at c's desk in his apartment at 8:45am on saturday. he is meeting with a group from one of his business classes until probably noon.
it occurs to me that i haven't spoken the good news: he proposed to me last sunday. i, of course, said yes. then i bought him a belt. :)
i get a three thousand dollar diamond ring, and he gets a 42 dollar belt (that i got on sale) so far, i like how this is working out.
maybe next year i will get a 60,000 car and i can get him a vespa. :) and financially, i will always have the better end of the deal?

we haven't told his parents yet, which i find amazing that they don't know considering how small this town is. we were out last night at the coffee cup and i sang on stage with my rocks flashing, so i am sure that if they didn't know they were inlaws then, they know now! ;)

actually, c wanted to wait until i was here this weekend to let them in on the good news: K is never leaving their life! they are stuck with me!!!!! (::evil grin::)

it's been a crazy week. what with the engagement, and my telling everyone i ran across. it occurs to me that i am probably going to be a bridezilla. i do like things my way....but telling my personal trainer whom i JUST met the entire proposal story? maybe a scoche too much. maybe.

...NAH.

hehe...my olde boyfriend-thing called to congratulate, he is married and has a baby now so it wasn't a weird conversation....he laughed at how giddy i sounded. said he never expected to ever hear me act this girly. i could take offense to that, but...he never really knew me, so he wouldn't know that as SOON as you get to know me, i am a big ball of nerves, and i cry all the time, too.

c knows that though. that i cry all the time. and as MUCH as i try not to, it just reoccurs constantly. i think though, that i met my match when we were watching that cartoon movie "Robots" and he cried like a baby.

yes, i totally just sold my FIANCE (heheh) out over the internet. yes, i am bridezilla ;)