Monday, June 25, 2007

Check it out

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I saw this car in the HEB parking lot, the other day

I have to show you the back now

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I can’t even begin to understand this.

Maybe that rear end is just temporary.

Maybe the owner is going to paint the front white, or the rear maroon…eventually.

Maybe the owner is going for that “monster car” look.

Perhaps he is going for that “Ugly ass car” look.

The world may never know.

In other news;

Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah” is one of those songs that I have to listen to from beginning to end. It’s a perfect piece of music.

I am really sick of this rain. Where are all of my pool days? I WANT TO BE AT THE POOL!

The Wolfmother show was AMAZING. Unless I see the White Stripes, I can tell you that this is the show of the year. Talk about talent! Talk about stage presence! Wow!!!

I want to go see “knocked up”, this week.

My friend Jessica, whom also happens to be Rachel’s sister, has a blog now.

Check it out. It’s really good.

I don’t know if I used “whom” correctly. I liked using it in that sentence. It made it fancy. Kind of like when you wear those long gloves with a prom dress. I never did that, but I always wanted to.

The End.

Friday, June 22, 2007

11 people in the back of a truck

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You can only see 10, I know. Trust me, there are 11. This was taken on a road a Buffalo Springs Lake in Lubbock. Thankfully, this crew was only driving a short distance. Still, there are some major safety issues going on here. 10 of the 11 people are kids. The other person is a dumb ass adult.

You do not have to be going very fast to fall out of a truck and obtain a head injury. I know this because I had a client that suffered traumatic brain injury by falling out of the back of a truck that was not going very fast.

What can you do?

Thursday, June 21, 2007


During a recent trip to Lubbock, my husband and I visited an interesting bar. And when I say “interesting”, I mean “soscaryIthoughtIwasgoingtoberaped”.

Lee is the reason why we ended up in such a place. During a phone conversation, he suggested that we meet up at this bar called “Crossroads”.

Husband and I have never been there, so we did not know what to expect. We trusted Lee, so off we went to the bar. Tra-la-la.

I went in first, as husband was lollygagging outside (probably on the phone).

Big mistake.

I walked into this joint only to be greeted with whistles and stares by the bar flies that appeared to have been there since the night before. These guys were rough and dirty. The only other female in the joint was the bartender, and she looked pretty tough. Everyone else looked like they might have been on meth. No teeth, rough skin, visible sores….

Dale comes in and we walk as far away as possible from the crowd. Lee is not yet there. I tell Dale “Does Lee want me to get raped? Why did he suggest this place?” Dale replies with “Don’t worry, babe, I can take most of theses guys….except that one”.

He then points out the roughest rough neck looking meth head I have ever seen.

Chills went up my spine.

Then Lee walks in (nonchalantly—like he owns the place), buys a pitcher, and joins us at our table.

Then, we see some old guy hobbling to the bathroom. The guy barely had a nose. It was eaten away by cancer, or something. His face was covered in sores. It was like I was in a Stephen King story. I did not take any pics of the bar interior, as I thought they guys inside would kill me since most of them were probably wanted by the law. Plus, it was really dark in there. The flash from the camera might have revealed sights that were best kept unseen.

We drank that pitcher fast and got the hell outta there. I berated Lee for suggesting the place. He did not understand my discomfort. Friggen Lee.

Here is a pic of the sign posted on the front door:

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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Tory thinks he knows

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Yup, that’s Tory

The following is a message I received in my myspace inbox. Tory, age 29 from Austin, says the following:

I am new to myspace and these are my first thoughts of your profile displayed “Interesting but ODD Sexy” “eyes alluring” “princess with obvious style” “when guys see you they think in their head HELLO!! but they are scared to approach you I do not know WHY?” “People see you and they think you will give them something that is missing in them which is scary uh??” “Bratty girlee girl that everyone wants to be, so how do you handle the POWER? Do you condescend or do you connect and lead?” “Elegance in your own way” “Free from society’s sexual repression, that’s powerful” “you throw tantrums a spanking applied when deemed necessary” “first impression of you; womanhood done very very well BUT most pretty faces can NOT back it up with substance in their thoughts where it counts, I’ll bet your different” Drop me a note sometime sweet delicious…..


Wow, Tory, you really know me. How did you do that?

HAHAHA! I wonder if he took some class on how to pick up ladies. Do you think this works on some gals? What Tory did not seem to get from my “profile displayed” was this little bit of information:

Who I'd like to meet:
”I am not here to flirt. I am married, and love my husband.”

Honestly, it kinda cracks me up when I get these messages. The internet has brought forth a new way for people to hit on each other. Pick up lines are now pick up paragraphs. I never reply to these things. Instead, I just put them up here for you all to see. You can thank me later.

Your friend, “ODD Sexy”

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Little head lady

What made Rachel’s head shrink?

Did they put a magic potion in her drink?

What happened, do you think?

Should she have washed it delicately, in the bathroom sink?

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Sunday, June 17, 2007


Meet my biological grandfather

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Orbon and his third wife, not my mother’s bio mom, traveled to San Antonio last week so that he could meet my mother.

When my mom first spoke with him, on the phone, he did not think that she was his child. Then, his gears started turning and he came to realize that she most likely was.

His wife said that he could not eat or sleep until he met my mother. It turns out that he did not know about her, but all of the dates and information we have found match up. I think he might have known, or at least he had an inkling about her. But that is all in the past.

the mother and father reunion

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This is a photo of Orbon and Mary, my mom’s biological mother, taken some time before 1950. Mary has since passed away.

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That baby is not my mother.

I wish I had that T-shirt ol’ Orbon is wearing.

I guess I know where I got my height, now.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Debra Kay Dalton

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back in the day

That is my mother’s birth name, "Debra Kay Dalton". My whole life, I have known her as Nancy Lee Richard. Her maiden name was Hammonds.

My mom has always been open with her children about the fact that she was adopted as an infant. She had little detail as to what happened. Her adoptive mom told her that her birth mother abandoned her at a day care center. She also let my mom know that she was covered in sores and dirty when she (the adoptive mom) found her, thus saving her from a life of filth and depravity.

It turns out, that the family that ran the day care center that my mom was “abandoned” at has been looking for her for fifty something years.

They found her the other day, thanks to the internet.

They told her that she was a beautiful, clean, sore free, happy baby.

They also informed her of her birth name, as well as the names of her bio parents.

Their last name is Dalton. I think that is Irish.

The hunt is now on! My family and I have been searching the internet for the bio parents or any siblings that my mom may have. I have a few leads, and it looks like we may have found them. It could be a fluke, but with a name like “Orbon” (her bio dad’s name) the needle in the haystack is not as small. It’s more like a butter knife.

Oh and when my mom’s bio mom dropped her off at daycare, where she would remain for a month before my adoptive grandmother came into the picture, the last thing she told the day care workers was my mom’s birthday.

My mom never knew her real birthday, as there were no records of her birth.

It’s September 7th.