There are some mighty bizarre sights around the trailer 'hood at times. I struck gold last week but didn't have the camera along and was totally bummed. It was the sign at the local Walgreens. "1 Ltr Cock 99 cents". Tragical

I have now started packing the camera to capture the moments..


The Jesus Bus.
The rollin' gospel can be found parked up and down the highway while broadcasting the love of the Lord. I have never actually seen anyone driving it around but it is usually parked in a yard two streets over from the trailer park.


This is gem, aint it?
I guess the shower was clogged.. heh heh



It's the place to be
You too can now spend eternity with the Green Acres clan!

You might live in a trailer park if:
You've ever spray painted your girlfriend's name on an overpass.

Gov. Ann Richards
1933-2006


People often ask me what it is about Texas that is so intriguing and I can never answer this question entirely. We like our trucks and we talk with a twang. We also have a reputation of being passionate and opinionated on just about everything and also boast a most assorted cast of characters. We lost a helluva political character last week, Gov. Ann Richards.. People around these parts either loved her or hated her but she left her mark with her wit and humor. They called her "silver haired and silver tongued" with her big hair and bigger opinions. A classic old school, loud mouthed Texan "broad" taking on the Dubya and Daddy machine never batting an eye.

Ann Richards on How to Be a Good Republican:

1. You have to believe that the nation's current 8-year prosperity was due to the work of Ronald Reagan and George Bush, but yesterday's gasoline prices are all Clinton's fault.

2. You have to believe that those privileged from birth achieve success all on their own.

3. You have to be against all government programs, but expect Social Security checks on time.

4. You have to believe that AIDS victims deserve their disease, but smokers with lung cancer and overweight individuals with heart disease don't deserve theirs.

5. You have to believe...everything Rush Limbaugh says.

6. You have to believe God hates homosexuality, but loves the death penalty.

7. You have to believe in prayer in schools, as long as you don't pray to Allah or Buddha.

8. You have to believe that only your own teenagers are still virgins.

9. You love Jesus and Jesus loves you and, by the way, Jesus shares your hatred for AIDS victims, homosexuals, and President Clinton.

10. You have to believe a poor, minority student with a disciplinary history and failing grades will be admitted into an elite private school with a $1,000 voucher.

Ann, you were one hell of a ride and we will miss you.

You might live in a trailer park if:
You incite a diner riot after buying all the fried pies.

Lets see how many park fans I can piss off with this..

It's September 11th and I am on media overload.
We lived it five years ago in real time. We saw the planes and the destruction. We saw the missing posters and devastated families. We saw Vice President Bush with the bullhorn in the publicity shot.
Why do we need all these specials and made for TV movies?

"September 11th, The Day of Tragedy"
"September 11th, A Nation Remembers"
"September 11th, Then and Now"

The ABC movie wasn't even a documentary folks. It was a scripted "dramatization". Did we not have enough drama when we watched it five years ago? Do you think we might be rubbing salt in the wounds of the families affected?.. Kids watching planes flying into buildings and reminding them yet again that they are orphans? How about we have memorial services everywhere and show up if you want a seat? It was a moment of national devastation people, we don't need special presentations or Hallmark cards. Bogus.

So five years later here we sit Bin Laden-less and alienating half the world. Of course Vice President Bush is going to be hogging my TV tonight with chants of "war on terror". I got news for yall, the "war on terror" isn't going to be over for another 861 days.

Oh how we are a society that likes to run with scissors.

Okay I'm done for now. Don't need to make it any easier for the Secret Service to identify me when they break into my house in the middle of the night to take me to Guantanamo.

You might live in a trailer park if:
You have lost at least one tooth opening a beer bottle.

California Dreamin'

Scoob left for California tonight and I'm feeling pretty crappy about it.
Gonna miss my buddy around here folks.

What a bloggable night it has been. She was going Greyhound to California and was to pull out at 12:10am. We arrived about 11:30pm and got checked in etc. Midnight... smoke. 1am... smoke. 2am.... pissed. Now one thing that you need to know about Greyhound (that completely blew my mind) is that buying a ticket does not guarantee you a seat. These poor people trying to get to Dallas waited to board only to be told it was standing room only. Standing room only?? I'll be damned if I shell out money to stand in an aisle! A woman traveling with two heathens declined the standing room for obvious reasons and was pretty much stuck until 4am. Bogus.

But back to our original story...
2am and out comes a less than friendly ASSHOLE to talk to the little lady above. So I politely asked where the bus was and why it was 2 hours late. He went into this saga saying that the buses are somewhere between LA and El Paso and that he has no clue when they will arrive. El Paso is a long freakin way from Ft. Worth folks.. I inquired as to why they didn't fire up another bus to which he informed me it was only and hour behind because the departure time was 1am. NEGATIVE. He then decides the El Paso bus should arrive in about 2 hours. Point of interest for you out of towners - El Paso is a hell of a lot longer than 2 hours.
To recap the situation, I did a little math and threw it at him.. If the bus was to depart at 12:10 and its now 2am, plus that speedy two hours from El Paso.. They should show up sometime around 4am. 4 hours late?.. He cops and attitude and spills into the El Paso late gig again. Luckily the genius was wrong and the bus showed up around 2:30am. OH, and apparently they don't have radios or any form of communication with the drivers??

So Scoob is on her way west to her Lust Puppet. Gonna be lonely nights around here again especially since Bing is on 12 hour shifts now. Exciting.

I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm going to bed.

You might live in a trailer park if:
You go to a Tupperware party for a haircut.