We’ve been gone for a few days. We were chased out of Oklahoma by the weather and the helicopters.
Sweetie and I dropped the kid off at Nana’s, the world’s greatest MIL and boogied down to Texas for an industry convention.
This guy was there, Eric Cantor an up and coming whippersnapper congressman for Virginia.. For $5000 you could have a private meet and greet. If you are an oilie you could wax on about deducting Intangible Drilling Costs and that the Depletion Allowance is in the Bible somewhere and he would give you empathetic nods. For $1500 you just get a photograph with him, a shake of the hands, and shove in the back. I’m giving you a photograph for free. Go get your own depletion allowance!
This guy,Mick Fleetwood, was also staying where we were staying. He was at the pool, right behind where Sweetie and I were sitting. I thought and thought about a way to take a picture of him without him knowing it. Couldn’t do it. I have a feeling that he would have given me a handshake for a lot less than $1500.
We played blackjack with play money. Loads and loads of fun.
Dallas needs us Okies descending on them for our conventions. It gives Dallasites a chance to check out the latest fashions.
See what I mean?
We had room service breakfast one morning. What a treat.
This is the spa, Sweetie tells me that there are all sorts of naked women on the other side of this window.
No need to sneak in the women’s room to see naked women. There were plenty of practically naked women out by the pool. This is the only picture I took the whole two days we sat by the pool. I didn’t hardly even take my camera out. I felt like a creep even thinking about it. Seriously ladies, cover up a little bit!! I can’t believe that I’m saying it.
We had fun playing shuffleboard. Turns out Sweetie is a cuthroat player. I’m not going to say she cheats or anything, you understand.
Oh yes, and had to stop and get stocked up on Fat Tire beer. The people who run Oklahoma are not going to let us be exposed to the evils of Fat Tire beer. Am I breaking a law transporting it across state lines? No wonder the helicopters were after us.
Our big old fat cat Chrissy was glad to see us. She spit up a hairball just for the occasion.
Speedy, my trail running buddy came by and wanted me to go run with him. I was too tired. One of these days I’m going to beat him. He breaks away too fast at the start for me to catch him.
So, what have you been up to?
How did you like the title of my post? I’m taking a cue from Michelle Bachman on making outrageous word combinations for fun and profit.
Nighttime on the River Walk in San Antonio last week showing the Hemisfair Tower in the background.
Sweetie and I have been traveling down to north Texas a bunch lately. We passed the house below four times in Stoneburg, Texas, on the fifth time I told her that I was taking a photo of it on our way back. Stoneburg is so small that even if you don’t blink you might miss it.
It is an old stone building and I think it is beautiful.Surely there should be something on the world wide web about it, right? That is why Al Gore invented the internet, to satisfy our curiosity without actually having to do much work, right?
Well, it is on the web alright, but just photos. No information about what it was although one source says it was a gas station. May be, I don’t know. It is made out of melted glass, old bricks, stones, and locally sourced petrified wood. All of which is cool.
So I didn’t find out much about the building. I think it is great all the same.
It turns out though that Stoneburg, Texas has made the news for other reasons. Most recently it was burned over in a horrific wild fire of 25,000 acres back in 2009. The other reason that Stoneburg made the news is the notorious serial killer Henry Wayne Lucas. He lived for a while at a religious commune near Stoneburg. He confessed and later recanted to killing thousands of people. It was enough of a mess that the then Governor of Texas George W. Bush commuted Lucas’s death sentence to life. He is dead now. If you lived in Texas back in the 80’s as I did you should remember the name. I remember that he confessed to a murder committed near where I lived in Conroe, Texas just north of Houston.
Nope, its not a sunset, it was before 10 am. But it is Sunset, Texas where SuperPizzaBoy will be spending a week at summer camp next week. Don’t tell SPB but Sweetie and I will be having our own summer camp in his absence!
I know this picture is a mess. The horizon is all whopperjawed (yes that is a word in Oklahoma, but I wouldn’t use it in Scrabble or WWF) and the and the poles are all akimbo but I love the blue sky and the ranch wicket gate, and the big ole trees. (If you have a ranch in Texas, even if it is just an acre, you have to have a wicket gate, or you are just a poser.)
SPB went to a short session summer camp, Camp Grey Squirrel, in Oklahoma last year and just loved it. This year it is a whole week. When I was a young Yogi, way back when the earth’s crust was still cooling off, I went to a bunch of summer camps in the mountains of northern and central Utah, northern Arizona, and New Mexico. I loved them. We’re hoping SPB will have a good experience also, despite the total and complete week long ban on anything electronic.
When was the last time you went to Summer Camp? Was it Fun?!
Wednesday morning in San Antonio. I had a great time but it was time to head home.