I've been conspicuously absent the last couple of months, and I thought I should tell you what's been going on. My eyesight has gotten to the point that I have a big blurry blank spot in the middle and being online and reading the screen gives me a migraine. When I type, I do it blind, eyes closed, by touch and muscle memory. Thank God for Spell check. But it's still exhausting and a little disturbing.
A few years ago, during an eye exam, I was told I have very tiny cataracts in both eyes. Probably due to working outside in the bright Texas sun without shades. I hate anything you have to use with glasses, clip-ons or those big clunky things that slide over your glasses. The doctor told me they would get worse, and the less protection I had the faster they would deteriorate. Flash forward three years. Yeah I know, I should have my eyes examined every year, but who has the time? This morning, after the doctor smacked me upside the head, he told me my cataracts are seriously "occluding my near and distant vision." I'm so nearsighted, I focus on the cataract and nothing beyond it. Well, fuck. Bad news, I shouldn't be driving. Shouldn't, but we all know that's not going to stop me. Good news, it's serious enough that the eye surgeon will probably repair my myopia when he removes the little fuckers. My appointment is set for June 28. Until then, online is limited.
Teen Queen has always been fascinated with Paris and the "Awful" Tower, she's always wanted to go there on vacation. When she was twelve, we took a family vacation to Paris, Texas. They have a mini Awful Tower with a big red cowboy hat hanging off the top.
That held her for a while, but this summer she's back to Paris France Vacation please! Which means we're probably headed for Vegas and Paris Las Vegas Hotel and Casino. I'll go to Sin City, but I'll never take my baby to Shariaville.
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Did I mention I have a beautiful custom Valkerie? That I adore? That I may be buried with because I don't love anyone enough to bequeath it to them? Seriously, if you're going to spend money on a gift for dad, get him something he'll cherish. Not another tie or bottle of English Leather. C'mon, a man can only wear so many ties and stink so much. And if you're going to spend money on a holster, don't waste it on something that's going to need replacing or will end up in the back of the closet because it doesn't work. Buy from Dennis, get quality. You won't regret it.
I was very anti-Greek in college. For one thing, I was poor. Not barely scraping by poor, but $14 for food for a month poor. Definitely NOT sorority material. For another thing, I was a free thinker. More importantly, I was a thinker.
In the late 80s-early 90s, college girl hairdos ran to the permed, big bangs, and fabric bows. The bigger the bow, the more important you were. It was a bowochracy. The two sororities at WTAMU were the Chi Omegas (Chi-O, Chi-O, it's off to bed we go, with whips and chains and kinky things, Chi-O! Chi-o, chi-o, chi-o....) and the Delta Zetas (Sleazy DZies). I was a Gamma Delta Iota (goddamned independent) and for a while a Rho Omega Tau Chi (ROTC). Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, sorority girls and bowheads. You could tell the popular guys on campus, the tradition was to nail a bowhead and take her bow as a trophy. The guys would hang them on bolo ties from their truck's rearview mirrors. Nothing pisses off a sorority girl like getting in her guy's truck and seeing a sorority sister's bow hanging from his bolo. Or worse, seeing a rival sorority's bow hanging there.
Sorority girls in Texas grow up to be Junior Leaguers. If you don't know what those are, look it up, Skippy. One of the great joys of life is telling Junior Leaguer jokes.
What's the difference between a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, and a Junior Leaguer?
After sex, the prostitute says, "That's it." They nymphomaniac says, "That's it?!" and the Junior Leaguer says, "That's it! I'll paint the ceiling peach!"
What's the difference between a Junior Leaguer and Jello? Jello moves when you eat it.
Why don't Junior Leaguers like orgies? They hate writing all those thank you notes.
When you warn people over and over about danger, but then they go ahead and dive head-first into it, what can you do when they get hurt? The world has been warned about radical Islam, but there are those who welcome it into their lives anyway. And they pay the price. England, and indeed most of Europe except for Poland (anyone have any Polack jokes? No?), has chosen her fate and I'm too tired of it all to care. I do weep for the kids who had no choice, but I hope they're paying attention and strengthening their resolve to fight.
Teen Queen's High School graduation was last night, and even though she didn't walk across the stage (too hot, too crowded, too long), she has her cap and gown hanging on her door like a wreath:
FYI, that creeps the hell out of me at night when I'm up wandering the halls. It's a wonder I haven't blown holes in it yet. She also received her official Panhandle High School Diploma:
Things are changing around here, new challenges, new adventures. I, as a rule, don't like change, but as a parent, I have had to embrace it. This has been rough on me. When I picked them up from school yesterday, it hit me hard. This was the last time we were going to do this; no more ARD meetings, no more football games, no more proms. I feel like my job is being phased out.