I will be using rodeo and/or Texas expressions throughout this post. Why? Because it is rodeo season here in Texas or should I say southeast Texas. This state is so danged big it has to sit down in shifts. Another reason for what may be a post rampant with rodeo/Texas euphemisms is because my friend of 33 years, Sally and her husband can down to the Houston Rodeo to see Sally's favorite country star, someone by the name of Brad Paisley. She says that she refrained from making a cake of herself. I'm not sure I believe her. I'm pretty sure she was as crazy as a peach orchard sow when Brad stepped off the stage and into the crowd. Anyway, they were in town for the weekend so JR and I took them on a whirlwind tour around the area.
First up:
John (Sally's husband) eats a steak the size of his head. With a bone that looks like it would boom-a-rang back to you. We kept waiting for the table to tip over just like Fred Flintstone's car.
Then we took them to a local place that makes beignets.
And, while the beignets at Crescent City are no where near the tasty fried dough and powder sugared goodness of Cafe du Monde's in New Orleans these are nothing to sneeze at. Or they are when you snort up a load of powder sugar. We cowboyed up to eat 2 orders of them lickity split.
Then we took them to the Johnson Space Center. Where the trams where named after planets (or space missions, I not sure which). I tweeted that I was hoping to get on the Uranus tram only to have my hopes dashed when we boarded the Neptune tram. Truly disappointing but as they say, If you can't handle the ride, don't climb into the chute.
Then they went to their concert. While they were there Nessa must have felt left out of the fun. In a fit of pique she gutted one of her toys (called babies in the Dog's Life household). Some days she is all horns and rattles.
Actually, gutting babies is a past time that she enjoys. As she does it on a fairly regular basis.
The wildflowers have started to bloom
I decided to get in while the gate's still open to grab some photos for ya'll.
Next, we drove down to Galveston. While waiting an interminably long time for our breakfast this showed up:
It was so ugly it looks like the dogs have been keepin’ it under the porch. Yes, that is purple carpet covering that thang.
Then we left the restaurant to go to Moody Gardens.
We were in tall cotton at the Aquarium.
I was as happy as a gopher in soft dirt that Sally and John came down to Texas to visit. After ferrying them around for the weekend I think they plan to come back real soon. We will have to discourage them from coming in the summer because is it so hot the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs then. October and November are good months though.
Well, ya'll come back now, real soon.
Love,
M
