Archive for August, 2006

Mathematical proof

Prove: Why Aug 29 can’t come soon enough (and why Becca will be rejoicing as soon as she lands in the beautiful state of Washington).

Problem (keep in mind that our heat index is usually 8-10 degrees above the temperature):
Pinehurst Weather

Solution:
Sequim Weather

Define: slaughter

slaugh-ter

noun 1. the act of killing, specifically : The 2006 Houston Astros season.

Example: The Cincinatti Reds slaughtered the Houston Astros with 12 runs by the 3rd inning.

What more can you say?

Besides, “D’OH!!”

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Addition to the Taylor family

Not of the human variety (sorry to disappoint you, Taylor Tot-to-be fans)! Meet Tex, a 6-week old male Laborador from Huntsville, Texas. This cute little button is now residing in Pinehurst with the Taylors. His feline brothers and sister are still deciding whether he’ll be accepted into the cadre, but on a positive note, there has been no swiping and only a few hisses. But a good time was had by all when Tex met his Cairn Terrier cousin, Duffy (a.k.a., The Duffmeister). Tex already has something in common with one feline brother, Rosco: they both snore as loudly as humans when they sleep!

Our new dog, Tex Tex, male Lab Tex is sleepy

P.S. Landscaping photos coming soon!

Latent Yankee gene rears its head

Last night we decided we didn’t feel like cooking, so I went to one of our favorite local BBQ joints called Rib Tickler. It’s too damn hot out to eat a big, heavy dinner, so I got a couple of beef sandwiches. The friendly Southern lady at the window asked if I wanted bread, onions, pickles, peppers, or sauce, and I said, “All of the above.” Hubby likes the works, I’m a just-the-sauce kinda gal.

I drive home, tortured the whole trip by the sumptuous smells of Rib Tickler BBQ, looking forward to my sandwich. My favorite part of unpacking a Rib Tickler order is getting to the pickles. I’m my father’s daughter–the first thing I grab are the pickles. As I’m unpacking, I see that some pickle juice leaked onto one of the containers, so I think, “Yummm! Pickle juice!” and promptly swipe the juice up with my finger and lick.

It only takes about 1/2 a second to realize that it was the jalapeno packet that had leaked, not the pickles. Jalapeno juice not so yummy, especially when you’re expecting pickles!

It reminded me of a TV commercial that was on a few years back. I can’t even remember what they were advertising, but you see this dorky man at dinner in Texas, and he exclaims, “Oooooooo! Pickles!” and bites into a jalapeno. And, of course, hilarity ensues. I always thought that was funny until I made a similar mistake…