Something else...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

It's just lotion

I'm setting in bed, reading and have just applied lotion. No big deal...but then I recall that night as a college student. I was ready for bed, and reading a magazine, when our R.A. came to the door and had all of us report to the Dorm Mothers apartment. I stood in line and waited as each girl was ask to put their hands under a black light. How annoying, I thought, but waited my turn, so I could return to our room. Not paying much attention, I let them see my hands and was ready to leave, but they wanted a second look. Yep! There was some writing on my freshly clean & lotioned hands. At 1st, I was just as surprised as they were, for they were looking for the theft that had stolen planted money. They thought they had caught her or me. After the shock of be a suspect, I realized that lotion, magazines and black lights are a bad combination in that situation. But I was able to give more evidence of the magazine print being on my lotioned legs.
Not one of those fun college experiences, although it was funny. When enquiring friends wanted to know, I would say , "It's just lotioned hands thumbing thru a magazine."

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A. D.D. pictures

I really miss the real games at
Minute Maid Park...

but in spring training, by the 7th inning,
players run/walk
the outfield while the game is still going.

A family nearby had a long
discussions about this bird...eagle
or what??? There were 4 huge nest,
on the light poles.

This looked like a good idea, around
the 8th inning.

just plain pretty!

something else...
Norris is an Astro pitcher, and I noticed
that as he approached the pitchers mound,
he wrote something in the dirt with his finger
and then said a prayer... just curious what he wrote.

Playing on the Roof

At the end of the day, Marcus decided to
clean the roof. My job is to watch, so he
doesn't fall.

The roof isn't much of a challenge...

but the screen cover is a mess...so

just get the pool broom, and walk the
frame work.

I kept all my fussy thought to myself,
but Marc claimed that he hear them
loud and clear. He did not!
I tried using the pool net to get the
floating pollen junk out of the pool.
But Marc found that an old window
screen did the trick much faster.
He's hired as my pool boy!