Laura was a sneaky bitch

Texas weather brought to you by...Schizophrenia

I really wish it would just pick a damn season and stick with it. Just for a week, not that big a commitment. Just long enough to see if we like it or not...

They're just playing Hungry, Hungry Ho's

Evil Angel wants to do this

The wirecutter line at Hallmark Cards

My prayer for y'all

Many of you have found it, more of you are searching. 

My prayer is that we all find it while there's still time.

Branjelina Must. Be. Stopped.

I dance, therefore I am in ER

Alright, alright, alright

I caught exactly 10 minutes of the Oscars last night, which was probably 6 minutes more than necessary. I saw what I wanted to see, Texas boy Matthew McConaughey pick up the gold for his performance in Texas Buyer's Club. His acceptance speech hit all the right tones, was humble and grateful and just a bit whimsical, totally Matthew, bless his little stoned bongo playing heart.

The fun part was when he gave thanks, true thanks, to God. Crickets. Well, no that's not entirely accurate, even the Hollywood crickets sat in uncomfortable silence. You would have thought he farted on stage or something. Again, that's probably stretching it, Hollywood would have howled with raucous laughter at that.

So, just in case you missed it, Mr. McConaughey's acceptance speech.

Oh wait, you can't because the Academy has copyrighted all the acceptance speeches

and blocked it from Youtube.

But where there's a will, there's a way...

And now, the catchphrase and a bit of sage wisdom...

Looks like a prepper bracelet

For some reason, I'm really attracted

to the little hand grenade...

For every parent I know

Well, the Cute Chicks are well and truly teens; and believe it or not, I do sometimes miss the toddler years. A lot. About 15 years ago, Teen Queen was 3 1/2 and Baby Queen was about a year, and both were emerging autistic. Part of autism is hyperactivity and insomnia, aka lots and lots of sleepless nights. I swear they could run for days on a 30 minute nap. I, however, could not. It's a wonder I didn't have a psychotic break back then. Anywhoo, browsing my Facebook timeline, I came across this gem, Samuel L. Jackson narrating "Go the Fuck to Sleep". I warn you, it's not safe for work or kids unless you want them to start talking like wirecutter. But it's funny as hell, and every one of you who has ever tried to get a small child to go to sleep will laugh. And cry. Enjoy.

178 years ago

It was 178 years ago, March 2, 1836, that elected delegates gathered inside an unfinished frame building in Washington-on-the-Brazos to formally establish the Republic of Texas by signing the Declaration of Texas Independence. As these men, many of whom had been in Texas for less than a year, gathered to sign their names, somewhere around 200 Texans were under siege at the Alamo. Like the men who fell to Santa Ana's troops, the signers knew that failure would mean their deaths; they were essentially signing their own personal death warrants should the Revolution fail. With that one step, they married their personal fates with the fate of the new Republic.

There was no turning back. Failure was not an option.

We're already there

~thnort~

Technically, he's not sitting