NOV 21 Voicemail & Texting

Today, I am thankful for voicemail and texting.

Voicemail and texting; it is the best way to avoid having to talk to someone you really don't care talking to. Yes, I know my voicemail greeting says, "I'm sorry I can't take your call right now...blah, blah, blah...leave a message and I'll call you back." I think that is an acceptable standard greeting for voicemail.

What I really want it to say is, "I'm sorry I can't take your call because it's YOU that's calling. But leave me a message so that I won't hear it until a week later, if I even remember." And if your phone number shows up as "Unknown" on my caller ID, don't expect me to even acknowledge that phone call. I won't even let it go to voicemail by itself. I will decline it before it gets to the second ring. I figure, if it's that important, you'll leave a message.

Obviously, my rant would only make sense if people actually called me.

Text me instead. I'll respond, maybe. And if I do, it is NOT a signal for you to call me, unless my text says, "Call me." Texting lets me talk to you without really having to listen to you. The only problem with texting is that sarcasm doesn't come across as obvious. How I wish sarcasm came in a font. (I wonder if Siri can help me with that?)

I will text you even if you are in the same room.

So, if you ever call me and I can't take your call, don't feel bad if it goes to voicemail. I'm probably doing something really important like sleeping or just letting your call go to voicemail. I'm being considerate and I'm just trying to conserve YOUR minutes.

BLAHG you later!

NOV 20 Pointy Cowboy Boots

Today, I am thankful for pointy cowboy boots.

They say never kick a man while he's down. I say that's the best time to kick him. And what better way to do your kicking than with pointy cowboy boots?

I call the style of my boots "L.A. Rock-n-Roll Cowboy."

I'm not exactly doing any kicking nowadays, nor have I ever. I just prefer the pointy cowboy boot. Sure they will squeeze the shit out of my toes, but that's the price I pay for looking bad-ass, plus the cost of the boots. Just because I wear these pointy cowboy boots doesn't mean that I have a clue about being a cowboy. I've only seen cows on TV dissing chickens.

In my mind, this is what I look like when I wear these boots...

In reality, this is what I end up looking like...

There is, however, a new fashion trend in pointy boots. At first I didn't think pointy boots could have fashion trends since a pointy boot is just a pointy boot. It turns out I was wrong. Pointy boots are getting pointier...

I'm not even going to comment on the colors. 

...So pointy, in fact, that they have been outlawed...(I just made that up, but they should be outlawed by the fashion police.)

My first thought when I saw this was, "What the f*ck?"

Oh well, I'll be waiting for the day that those pointy boots become so overly curled that I'll be able to wear them as elf shoes...again.

I wonder if they come in other colors?

Somebody needs to call the fashion SWAT team.

BLAHG you later!

Nov 19 Steak

Today, I am thankful for steak.

I am thankful for medium rare steak. Medium rare, grass-fed steak. Medium rare, grass-fed, no-hormone, free-range steak. I wish that kind of steak only cost a nickel, then I would be happier than a talking gecko on an insurance commercial.

Mmmm. I feel so carnivorous when I stare at this piece of meat.

I finally figured out how to grill it just right.

The only thing missing from this meal is the rest of the cow. Oh, and Monsanto. F*CKERS!

BLAHG you later!

NOV 18 Blogging

Today, I am thankful for blogging.

Where else can I share all my thoughts, ideas, creativeness, and useless talents with no one than with a blog page? Having a blog is not a big deal. Having followers is, though. Someday I will reach five followers. I'm up to TWO followers now, although I'm not sure who one of them is.

"I have a blog" sounds very accomplished. "But only two followers." Reality check!

I will keep on blogging as long as I know there are followers out there. Well, maybe I won't. I did go a year without blogging. At least I'm getting into a habit of blogging more frequently.

The important thing to remember here is that I have begun the process...again. November is almost over. I will have to think of something else to blog about in between photography projects, which by the way I have had since I started the November Thanks Project.

Sneak peek

Until next time, I leave you with my catch phrase...

BLAHG you later!

NOV 17 Car A/C & Heat

Today, I am thankful for my car's A/C & heating.

A couple years back when we had the "Snow Storm of the Century" again, I found myself in quite a predicament. Snow storms in Texas always freeze daily life, no pun intended. OK yes, I intended that pun. Seriously though, all life comes to a complete halt when it snows around here.

This snow storm, perhaps considered a sprinkle by northerners, arrived while I was at work. With many freeways closed due to icy conditions, work provided its employees a place to sleep over to avoid any unnecessary driving under bad road conditions. I immediately thought, "Hell No!" I decided I would take my chances and brave the weather. (You can only tolerate work so much in one day.)

Snow storm of the century #2

All was fine until I realized that the A/C that was giving me trouble during the blistering summer is now part of the heating problem that wasn't heating at all. Son-of-a-Bitch! No heat means frozen windshield. Frozen windshield means no visibility, not to mention, frozen me. No visibility means driving like Ace Ventura in Pet Detective, with my head sticking out the window.

After driving 10mph with frozen snot on my face, having to stop a couple times to remove accumulated ice and snow from the windshield, I realized the importance of fixing the A/C and heating in my car. Needless to say, My new car has an excellent working A/C and heating system, even the seats and steering wheel are heated.

New car and all its modern conveniences.

I'm so glad my hands and butt are toasty warm and cozy when I drive my car in cold weather. And the best part, I can see clearly through the windshield sans the frozen snot.

BLAHG you later!