Bend The Bracket
I have been traveling away from Houston so much that I've procrastinated going to the market. There is virtually nothing to eat that doesn't require MacGyver type ingenuity to craft into a finished product left in the cupboard. Last night, quite spontaneously, I ordered pizza. When I first discovered I was "running low", I planned to go out, but the sheer number of miles I'd been on the road of recent deterred me from putting key to ignition. Ordering pizza online was just a click away. Around 3:30 this morning, a stray tomcat decided to bring his itch to my front windowsill. It woke the dogs, which woke me and my unexpected acid indigestion. Getting old sucks. I took some OTC relief and drank some water while writing a quick email that I needed to send before heading back to bed. While so briefly at the computer, I realized I forgot to mention why the last post was entitled as such. The quoted phrase in the title is a line from a Chevelle tune. Daddy likes Chevelle as far as Gen-Y rock goes and they played the Toyota Center in Houston this weekend while I was out of town. /sigh I am sure that was a great show. The Burden Brothers are allegedly fronting an act at Scout this weekend, but I haven't seen anything published to confirm that show. Those guys define Texas rock and if you've never seen them, I highly recommend you attend. Be prepared. Fronted by a rocker I have nothing but respect for, Vaden Lewis, they are a feast to be experienced in this world of airwaves so quick to play the same poppy crap over and over. Ironically, once you see them live, they are nearly ruined when received any other way. You knew the risks. Well, the chillins' are fed and I'm dragging my feet getting ready for work. I need some motivation and some serious caffeine. In light of my sister, whom I rarely see for more than a moment or two a few times a year, having consecutive days off work that envelope my forthcoming wedding anniversary, my mother and her are planning to drive up for a visit this evening. It will be nice to have someone besides me in this quiet house. I think they are more worried about me than I am worried about me at this point. I've long since thrown my hands in the air. In the air they will stay until further notice from the management.
 darkness falls |
Ok little brother, don’t talk to me about getting old. I get my AARP card tomorrow. Wanna meet me at Luby’s? We can get the Salisbury Steak Seniors Meal with peas and carrots and mashed potatoes - and let’s not forget the Jello (not shots silly) for desert. Damn, did you say acid indigestion?
I hope you have a wonderful visit with your family! That is probably just the ticket!
Joe - do the cut up the steak for you? :-)
My friend saw Chevelle. Me = jealous. He said it was great. My other friend had an extra ticket to Rob Zombie, but I didn’t get the message until Monday morning. Sound familiar? ((cries))
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