2010 > 2009

Some time ago I took a trip to Walden with a dear friend from Massachusetts who was kind enough to humor me in my lifelong dream of seeing what Thoreau saw.  While there I saw many were making their own zen...and begin to build my own.  While finding the right stones, I came across this blue star...coincidence? No. Not a chance. I still think even though 2009 sucked for me....I believe that star means something.  2010 has yet to appear but already the blue moon is coming up and will be high above me shining.  Just like my blue star....the blue moon is giving me direction.
So come with me as I say goodbye to 2009 and welcome in 2010.
2010, the year of the Star.

I YAM what I YAM

After Christmas, I decided to head over for a overnighter to my friend, Pam, in Clear Lake. Sunday morning after eating breakfast and visiting, we decided to head to Kemah to hang out for an hour or so.  We were strolling along when we came across this Picture Board near one of the shops.  I laughed so loud because the night before I had been talking about not trying to put on airs and be something I'm not...I said "I am what I am" and my friend said, 'yeah, like Popeye'  So of course I HAD take a picture.

The thing is I've learned in my years is I shouldn't have to try hard to impress others.  I Yam what I Yam as the picture says...and if you don't like or appreciate me as I am, you're not worth my time to know.  That's how I live my life now.  I don't consider myself a rude person but I can be rather brash and blunt...when someone needs it.  Sugar coating is only for candy and candy asses.   I think I'm generous...perhaps not so much with monies as I don't have a lot...but at least with my time and my heart.  Sometimes money doesn't help problems....but everyone needs someone to listen to them with compassion...and I got lots of that. 

I don't like status quo or the norm...and if you know me, you know.  I like boots. No that's a lie.

I love to have fun and laugh and cut up....but I need my time alone and sometimes won't answer the phone. 

I LOVE BOOTS. I got a way from wearing them for awhile...but realized later in life how much I really really love wearing them. They are my splurge. I'm not old but I am getting older...and wiser....and younger beyond my years.   I'm stubborn....or you could say I'm determined and persistent...but I'm willing and open to listening to your ideas.  I'm private.

WHAT YOU SAY???? But you have a BLOG...Private people do NOT have blogs.

WRONG.  I expose of my life what I want you to know. The rest is private. There are those out there who 'know' me.  I select slowly who I let in my world. I select carefully what I share with the others.  So when you think you know who "Tex" is....better look again. I am an onion....many layers. If you cut me, you may cry.

I YAM what I YAM....that's what should go on my tombstone.

I'm fairly certain I've passed this gene on to my son....

Freezing your Tits Off

Thanks to my niece Jayne and her trip to New York to visit her In-Laws for a pre-Christmas vacation, I have my photo for today.  She and her husband are approaching their 4th wedding anniversary and have a little boy called Dane who is the cutest thing.  You'll see him in her blog if you so decide to venture over there.  She just posted pictures of the trip on Facebook and of course the one that stood out to me was the one above.  They went snow-skiing and came upon this scene while riding up the ski lift.  Nothing says Christmas like taking your bra off while riding a ski lift in the freezing ass cold weather and throwing it into the nearby tree, eh?  

I don't have three rugrats to write about so I depend on random spontaneous other things and people to pull for stories here when baseball is in the off-season.  Hi, my name is Donna and I'll be here throughout the year trying to catch up on writing.

Joyeaux Noel Louisiana Style

And so it is Christmas....Christmas is here.
To all my friends across the Nation...no not THAT Nation...the U.S. Nation and a few others who are spread out in the World (NZ, Canada, England, Philippines, etc), I want to wish you a Merry Christmas from my little piece of Cajun World. I know it's been a long going joke that I'm from Canada as I attempted to explain the whole "Cajun" thing...but it is my heritage that I'm just as proud of as being a Texan. You know what you get when you cross a Texan with a Cajun?

A good swift kick in the ass if you aren't nice to them. :)

So now, I'd like to provide some entertainment from Cajun land. Having trouble getting the video to load up so please click here to 'hear' and 'see' it on youtube.

*by "Trosclair", Pelican Publishing Co.‘Twas the night before Christmas
An’ all t’ru de house
Dey don’t a t’ing pass
Not even a mouse
De chirren been nezzle
Good snug on de flo’
An’ Mamm pass de pepper
T’ru de crack on de do’.

Den Mama in de fireplace
Done roas’ up de ham
Stir up de gumbo
An’ make bake de yam.
Den out on de by-you
Dey got such a clatter
Make soun’ link old Boudreau
Done fall off his ladder.

I run like a rabbit
To got to de do’
Trip over the dorg
An’ fall on de flo’.
As I look out de do’
In de light o’ de moon
I t’ink “Manh, you crazy
Or got ol’ too soon.”

Cuz dere on de by-you
W’en I stretch ma’ neck stiff
Dere’s eight alligator
A pullin’ de skiff.
An’ a little fat drover
Wit’ a long pole-ing stick
I know r’at away
Got to be ole St. Nick.

Mo’ fas’er and fas’er
De ‘gator dey came
He whistle an’ holler
An’ call dem by name:
“Ha Gaston!
Ha, Tiboy!
Ha, Pierre an’ Alcee’
Gee, Ninette!
Gee Suzette!
Celeste and Renee!”

“To de top o’ de porch
To de top o’ de wall
Make crawl, alligator
An’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”

Like Tante Flo’s cat
T’ru de treetop he fly
W’en de big ol’ houn’ dorg
Come a run hisse’f by
Like dat up de porch
Dem ole ‘gator clim!
Wit’ de skiff full o’ toy
An’ St. Nicklus behin’.
Den on top de porch roof
It soun’ like de hail
W’en all dem big ‘gator
Done sot down dey tail.

Den down de chimney
I yell with a bam
An’ St. Nicklus fall
An’ sit on de yam.
“Sacre!” he axclaim
“Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma’se’f
On dem red hot coal.”

He got on his foots
An’ jump like a card
Out to de flo’
Where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!

He was dress in musk-rat
From his head to his foot
An’ his clothes is all dirty
Wit’ ashes an’ soot.
A sack full o’ playt’ing
He t’row on his back
He look like a burglar
An’ dass fo’ a fack.

His eyes how dey shine
His dimple how merry!
Maybe he been drink
De wine from blackberry.
His cheek was like a rose
His nose like a cherry
On secon’ t’ought maybe
He lap up de sherry.

Wit’ snow-white chin whisker
An’ quiverin’ belly
He shook w’en he laugh
Like de stomberry jelly!
But a wink in his eye
An’ a shook o’ his head
Make my confi-dence dat
I don’ got to be scared.

He don’ do no talkin’
Gone straight to his work
Put playt’ing in sock
An’ den turn wit’ a jerk.

He put bot’ his han’
Dere on top o’ his head
Cas’ an eye on de chimney
An’ den he done said:
“Wit’ all o’ dat fire
An’ dem burnin’ hot flame
Me I ain’ goin’ back
By de way dat I came.”

So he run out de do’
An’ he clim’ to de roof
He ain’ no fool, him
For to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff
An’ crack his big whip.
De ‘gator move down
An’ don’ make one slip.

An’ I hear him shout loud
As a splashin’ he go
“Merry Christmas to all
‘Til I saw you some mo’!”

Hot Stove VEGAS Style

Hot Stove has been turned on all winter and nothing tastes good so far. Instead of the Sox are playing craps on the side of the Green Wall. I know I am not the General Manager and I don't have the knowledge to know what they are looking for in the future but just looking at what's going on in front of my face, I'm wondering if Management are just planning for 2011 or 2012 World Series and not this coming here. I'd like to throw some gris gris in their direction for good luck. Lowell going to Texas? Bay not going to sign? Boof is pitching. Marco is at SS and Fabio is modeling the new jersey the Sox are going to have next year. OK it's not really THAT Fabio. So can we just get Adrian Gonzalez so I can just yell "ADRIAN!!!"

I've really been so busy in my own personal life that I haven't kept up with specifics and particulars and rely on SG to keep up so I don't have to read all the articles.

Waiting between the season makes a true baseball fan more thankful for the long baseball season we enjoy. Meanwhile, here in Texas I have to contend with the UT wins and McCoy not getting the Heisman and waiting on either Burnt Orange exploding all over Austin again post-January 7th or the implosion of the UT team under a Crimson Red Tide. Wonder what the over-under is in Vegas???