Hurricane Gustav

There are days I love my job, like when I get to hang out at the fire stations or basically spend millions of dollars buying stuff that makes grown men excited like a young boy on xmas morning. This weekend is one of the days I hate my job. It is Sat. morning and I am at work listening to the state of Texas tell us we are going to be getting bus loads of evacuees coming to our city. Looks like I don't get a holiday weekend this time. :) The good news is Blake is in Alpine and not out on the rig, so I am not trying to work and be worried about what he is doing. I did want to give out a neat website that I have that shows the location of his ship, you can also see every cruise ship in the world which is cool too. Anyhow it is http://www.sailwx.info/shiptrack/cruiseships.phtml. The call sign to look up Blakes rig isV7HC6 and is located at 26 degrees N and 91 degrees W if you want to look at where it sits in relation to storms. Anyhow. just a little fun FYI for some of you. I hope everyone enjoys there weekend and thinks of me sitting in an office eating old stale food out of the police vending machines. :)

OMG!!

Thank god Blake was home for this one or I would have totally freaked out! I had to come to work early today and was trying to be very quiet and not disturb sleeping beauty while I was getting ready. I didn't turn on any lights, quietly let the dogs out and back in. Well I hadn't been at the office long when Blake sent me an email saying Rocky had found a snake in the hallway(yes, the very hallway I had just walked down multiple times this morning in the dark) and for those of you unfamiliar with my home, there are no windows in the hallway and it is very dark when the light is off. Attached is a picture of the little guy. Had I been home alone and this was found while Blake was gone I would have been the crazy lady calling 911 to get a snake out of my house. For those of you who are wondering, Blake is at Home Depot as I type getting new door strips.

The Kill

OK, so there are things I take for granted when Blake is here. Taking care of dead animals is one of them. I heard a commotion in the backyard and opened the sliding doors just in time to see Bodie with a tail in his mouth and Rocky with the body of a squirrel in his mouth. This was a fresh kill and they wanted to play with it. I called my dad and asked what I should do, to which he said throw it over the fence. I informed him that this was not Monahans and over the fence was my neighbors yard. So, I grabbed the pooper scooper and scooped it up and put it in a trash bag. Trash day was three days away so I put it in the lawn equipment shed, which turned out to be a bad idea because three days later the shed was pretty rancid when I went to dispose of the poor little guy. I will end there and not expose you to the details of what happened next. :)

Manscaping

Blake has decided that he is going to grow his hair out again because he doesn't have to look groomed at work anymore. It has been around three months since his last haircut so, he agreed to go and get some shape put into his hair but continue to let it grow. Well, I made him an appointment with my hair dresser. As with any salon, he was taken for his shampooing. Now picture this, Blake in a salon laying in a shampoo chair feet propped up on a trash can because he is too long for the chair. While he is laid back the cute, bubbly hair dresser says "Ok, I am not going to give your girl eyebrows but I am going to give you two." And before he knows it hot wax is slapped between his eyes. :) Yes my friends and family Blake Biddick got his eyebrows waxed!

Blow it.

I have not had much time to blog lately, plus I am still new at this and forget to add something that might be of interest to others. As many of you know my sister and her family are moving to Canada :( , last week she and the girls decided to bless us with there presence one last time and came to stay with us a few nights. We all went out to eat dinner and Ryleigh had to go tinkle, so being the nice aunt that I am I took her in. After she had completed her business she asked if the toilet was the kind that flushed on its own. I informed her that it was, however for whatever reason it did not do it. I then instructed her that she would have to push the black button to flush it, she reached over and pushed on what appeared to be the non working sensor. I in my oh so formal Texas verbage told her "No, buh-low-it", she looked over at me like I was crazy leaned over and blew as hard as she could on the sensor. After I stopped laughing at her inability to understand me and my inability to have a 4 year old understand me I said "No honey, push the little black button Below It." :)