Market Meltdown!

****This blog entry contains obscene language. Continue at your own risk!

Holy crap! We are definitely up shit creek without a paddle!!



I don't get it! Granted, I don't know much about the stock market, that's why I have a broker named Fred! (Sorry again for threatening to choke you last week, Fred! You know I didn't mean it!) I'm still trying to wrap my little brain around all of this. This is how I understand the situation...please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!

So, a bunch of moron mother fuckers decided to let poor people buy houses. That's problem #1. Why on earth would you do that??? If you can't afford a freakin' house, you don't need one!! Hello McFly?! Then, the greedy jack asses thought they should bundle up these "poor people" mortgages and then sell them to investors around the world. That's problem #2. When the adjustable interest rates on these mortgages went sky high, the poor people couldn't continue to pay on something that they couldn't afford in the first place. As a result, the houses were foreclosed upon. Then, these mortgages were worth nothing. Again, I don't know how all of this works. But, even to me, a simple midget mexican momma with an English degree, this just sounds stupid. Why would you buy and sell a group of mortgages from poor people like they were commodities?? I don't get it?! That's like trying to buy and sell an I.O.U from a 5th grader. This whole idea/plan was a mistake from the beginning. Why didn't anyone run this by an intelligent person before they attempted to implement it??? Oh, wait, they did!! And, the supposed Ivy League Business geniuses thought it was a good idea! What a bunch of greedy stupid useless mother fuckers! How and why did our government let this happen in the first place?? Oh, wait, that's right...Bush prefers that politics and government stay out of big business. Well, you see where that has gotten us!



Okay, then after a few years, banks and a few brokerage firms realized they royally fucked up. So, they did what rich greedy bastards do best...they cooked the books and started borrowing money from themselves. Okay, problem #3. How in the Hell do you borrow money from yourself??? And, how come the geniuses at the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) didn't realize what has happening?? It's like ENRON all over again but with the stock market! I don't understand how these brilliant people let the situation get so out of hand?? Does no one care??? Does no one out there have any ethics?? I just don't get it. Now, that the banks and brokerage firms can't hide their debt anymore, and their dirty little secrets have been found out, they need help. Well, duh! I would need help, too. So, "W" has asked Congress to come up with a plan to bail out these failing entities so that the whole freakin' stock market doesn't come crashing down. And, today the bickering fuckers in Washington couldn't get their act in gear to agree on a plan. What the hell?! You know if you don't do something quick, we are all going to get screwed. And, yet these bickering bitches can't agree? Seriously, get on the same fucking planet as me and make a decision before millions, possibly billions of people all over the world are affected and loose their life savings or retirement. WHAT THE FUCK!





I just don't understand how all this could happen. The people at the top who let this happen should be persecuted. DEATH BY PUNTA for all of them.



If I understand this incorrectly, please let me know. I would like to know in detail how America fell from grace. Thanks!

Sunday Sushi, the ritual!

Here are some pictures from Sunday Sushi. We pigged out as usual!

Batman to the rescue!

YaYa sent Jude a Batman costume for Halloween. He finally tried it on. It is a little bit big, but he likes it. Last year he was a spooky skeleton for Halloween. Last year I bought his costume too early, and the kid had a growth spurt right before Halloween. When it was time for him to wear the costume, it was too small. It gave him a giant wedgie. So, we are happy that this costume is a little roomy. Thanks YaYa!

Sick kid!

Sorry for the silence. I've been dealing with a sick kiddo. Jude had the snotties really bad yesterday. He even had a slight fever, so I kept him home from school. When the kid is sick, he's really needy. So, I didn't have any time to write. But, the kid is feeling better after a day of rest. I sent him off to school this morning. He seemed to be feeling better today and was in good spirits. So, again accept my apologies for the silence.

We are screwed!

So, the other day Husband mentioned that he saw something on the Internet about "Trash Island." Supposedly it's a place in the Pacific Ocean where trash debris has created an island of trash the size of Texas. Well, we looked it up and found a website called http://www.vbs.tv/. On this website, a group of young people and scientists sail out into the Pacific Ocean in search of Toxic Garbage Island. They video taped their journey to Hawaii, and there are 12 episodes you can watch on their site. Here is the link:


http://www.vbs.tv/video.php?id=1485308505


The video clips are armature, but what you see on them is shocking. We watched them, and we were completely disturbed by what we saw. It is unbelievable how bad humans have fucked mother Earth.

So, please, for Jude, do what you can to take care of our planet. Change a few things a day, and you can make a difference.

For example, don't get plastic grocery bags from the store. Instead, bring your own cloth bags and reuse them. Recycle, recycle, recycle! Please recycle plastics, card boards, papers, metals, and glass. Please kill your giant SUV or bubba truck! Instead, drive a small, economical car. Don't buy bottled water! Instead, buy a Thermos or water bottle and reuse it. Ride your bike instead of driving. Or, walk instead of driving, if possible. Set your lights to timers. That way, if you leave the room and forget to turn off the light, it will turn off for you. And, change your light bulbs to energy efficient ones. Look, if global warming isn't enough to scare you, then maybe seeing a floating trash island in the middle of the Pacific will make you want to change.

Please, for Jude and my future grandchildren!

Bubble Guts!

So, I've been suffering from gastrointestinal distress the last few days. On Sunday, we had Indian curry for dinner, and it was really, really spicy! It tore me up all night! The next night I had hot wings for dinner. I know, I know, it's like I'm on a suicide mission. Then, last night I made some garlic cheddar biscuits (like the kind they have at Red Lobster), and it gave me gas all freakin' night long! As you know, I'm lactose intolerant, so the cheese biscuits added injury to insult. So, now I'm sitting hunched over bloated and in pain. I vow to never eat again! Or, at least until lunch. Once, I tried to be anorexic, but I only made it 4 hours without food. I know, I'm such a failure! (Hee-Hee) I hate having bubbly guts! And, now I need Chapstick for my ass hole! (Sorry for that visual!)

I felt another one!

On Saturday, there was a small 4.3 earthquake that hit the Tokyo area. I didn't actually feel my building sway, but I did hear Jude's closet door squeak, the glass cabinet rattle, and I saw the light swinging above the dining room table. It only lasted a few seconds, but enough to worry me and send my heart racing. As you know, I am terrified of earthquakes. They scare the crap out of me. I'm so paranoid that the big one will hit while I'm in Japan. I'm so scared that I already have my emergency rations packed and by our emergency exit. And, I check the JMA (Japanese Meteorological Agency) website on a daily basis...sometimes hourly. Husband thinks I'm overly paranoid, and he's probably right. But, I feel it's better to be prepared, just in case. In fact, I want to run drills to see how long it would take us to run down the stairs carrying our emergency gear and Jude. Husband said if the big one hit, we should just stay put and try to protect ourselves in our apartment. I, on the other hand, think we should get the hell out of here as fast as we can. After all, we live on the 5th floor of a 9 story apartment building. I don't want to take any chances of getting buried alive if the big one were to hit. I would rather try to run out. Some nights, before bed, I put my shoes close by...just in case I have to run out in the night. I know, I'm overly paranoid, but I can't help it. Remember, I'm from Texas...where you know the ground under you is never going to shake, rattle or roll!

Movin' on up!

Yesterday, Jude had swim lessons after school. After the lesson, his swim teacher came and talked to me. She told me Jude has been doing a great job. She almost has him swimming! Can you believe that??!! I couldn't believe it!! The kid has only been taking swim lessons for a couple weeks! I already signed him up for the next month, and I put him back in the Level 1 class. I figured there was no way the kid would progress in one month! After all, he is my kid, and he prefers to play instead of focusing on the task at hand. But, his teacher thinks that he might be ready to move up. I was in utter shock at the news! I told him I was so proud of him! He rushed home to tell his daddy the exciting news.

Good job Jude! I'm so proud!

Running in Circles!

So, yesterday I ran about 4 miles on the track with my running buddies. They worked on speed, and I just ran around on the track...in circles. It wasn't very exciting. But, the weather was nice and cool. It was probably about 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I even ran with a jacket on for about 10 minutes. So, I'm proud to say that I still got my runnin' legs!

I plan to run again tomorrow at 5 AM.

Sports day...saying goodbye

Once the day's activities were complete, it was time for me to go home. Sports day was from 10 AM to noon. Here are a few additional pictures I took before I said goodbye.


(Once I told Jude that I was leaving, the poor kid started to cry. His teacher took these pictures for me.)
(What a momma's boy!)

Sports Day!

Yesterday was sports day at Jude's school. Here are some pictures from the event. Enjoy!

(Here is Jude walking next to his girlfriend and his teacher. His teacher is from California. She is really sweet to him. You can tell that Jude used the potty earlier in the morning because his shirt is tucked into his undies. Classic!)
(Here is Jude and his classmates crossing a busy street on their way to the park. They put their hands in the air to make themselves look bigger so that cars can see them. They are too cute!)
(Here is Jude's class playing tug-of-war. They lost to the girls.)
(Here is Jude running his part of a race. He started running through the cones, so one of the other teachers helped him along.)

(Here is Jude hiding behind a pole. He was really dirty yesterday. He had a bit of a runny nose, too. And, every time he wiped his boogers with his dirty hands, his face got covered in muddy boogers. Mmmm!)

Let the marathon training begin!

Actually, let the torture begin! So, yesterday Husband and I threw our name into the pot to be selected to run the Tokyo Marathon 2009. In fact, we already booked our hotel stay for the night before and the night after the marathon. Since the Tokyo Marathon is such a grand event, you have to get a spot by being selected by a lottery system. So, we hope we get in. If not, I'm going to run it as a bandit (a bandit is someone that runs a race without paying). I mean, I want to pay for it and get the t-shirt and all that jazz, so I hope Husband and I are selected.

So, with that said, I will spend countless hours of my life running in circles. Why, you ask?? Why not???

So, off I go...

So he married a Clogger!

So, when I put on my clogs, I feel the need to dance a little jig. I hop, kick, and "Riverdance" around the kitchen in my clogs. I dance like my feet are on fire. Husband and Jude simply laugh. They used to be really amused. Now, they just wait for the epileptic fit to stop before they attempt to talk to me. Then, it's business as usual.

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Losing my religion...

There have only been a couple times in my life where I lost my religion. I've never really denounced my religion or stopped believing, but my religious beliefs kinda just got pushed to the side or forgotten about. I know I probably shouldn't admit this in writing, but what the hell.

So, the first time in my life when my religious beliefs were tested occurred when a friend of mine had an abortion. She came to me as a friend in need. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I was saddened by her choice. I was saddened by the whole situation--so much that I didn't know what to do or say. She had once been a good Catholic, so I encouraged her to talk to a priest about her decision. She refused and then told me that a good, just God wouldn't have let this happen to her. I was shocked by her comment. I was simply shocked by the entire situation. I had never had a friend involve me in such a matter. So, after that I had a hard time going to church. I told my friend that she had made the right decision, and that she wasn't a bad person for the choice she had made. But, deep down I did believe it was a horrible choice. If she had told me about the pregnancy in the beginning, I would have offered to adopt the baby. I would have helped her. But, at that moment, in her hours of distress, there was no way I could have told her that. I just sat and listened to her cry, and I listened to her pain. But, after that I really did feel very guilty for not telling her the truth. I couldn't go to church or pray for a long time after that. I'm still haunted by those moments. Sometimes I wonder how old the child would have been by now. I wonder if she thinks about him.

The second time I lost my religion occurred when I got caught up in myself. I got busy with work and a very busy social life. There just wasn't enough time in my life for church. But, all of that ended on September 11, 2001. On that day, I found my religion again, and it's never been challenged again. That day changed me as it changed most people. Prior to 9/11, in my world, things were just and good. Bad things only happened to bad people. I had a social contract that I was following. I would do everything I was supposed to do--work hard, pay taxes, behave decently...and in return, I would be rewarded. Everything was going as it should. I believed that bad things couldn't happen to good people. I believed that if bad things happened to you, it was because you deserved it--I believed the universe responded to your bad behavior by causing you hell. But, on September 11, 2001, my thoughts changed. On that horrible day, good honorable people burned to death or plummeted 80 stories so that they would not be burned alive. America was assaulted on September 11th, and I just couldn't believe that was possible. So, the Sunday after September 11th, I stepped into a church again--St. Anne's Catholic Church in Houston. It was a beautiful church filled with saddened people on that Sunday. I prayed during that week like I had never prayed before. I was sad, mad, pissed off, and confused. I found solace in prayer and in attending church service. I was comforted by the hymns we sang. I remembered them from childhood, and they soothed my soul with their melodies.

And, now living in Japan, attending English Catholic mass makes me feel at home. We sing the same hymns I sang as a child. We read the same scriptures and listen to the same homilies. It's like being back at St. Anne's Catholic church. It's like being home.

Back in time...

The other day I was in the car and listening to FM 97.1 on the radio. It's Tokyo's pop music station that plays pop music from around the world. Most of the DJs speak English.

Anywho, as I was driving, the song "Ode to My Family" by The Cranberries came on the radio. I was instantly taken back in time to 1994. I began to think about everything that happened that year. I remembered people I hadn't thought about in years. I remembered being a senior in high school. I remembered singing that very same song in my very first clunker of a car driving with my high school sweetheart (by the way, that person is not Husband). I remembered every thing so clearly. I even remembered the smell of my old high school cafeteria. It smelled like yeast, Pine Sol cleaning solution, and fried foods. I could even remember the smell and look of my old high school band hall where I used to practice my clarinet. (That's right folks, I was a high school band nerd! And, a good one! I'm proud of it...thank you very much!) I remembered all my high school buddies and the fun we used to have. I remembered it all. That song brought it all back. It's amazing how a song can bring back so many old memories! And, surprisingly, I remembered all the lyrics to the song, too. Keep in mind, I haven't heard the song in about 12 years. How is it possible to remember every word to a song I hadn't heard in years when I can't even remember the name of someone I just met yesterday?? How is that??

Well, when the song was over, I kept humming "to tooodoo tooo, to toodoo tooo, to toodoo tooo" for the rest of the day. Later that day, I told Husband about my time warp. He thought it was very interesting. And, when I hummed the song that caused the time warp, he knew it. In fact, he knew the name of it and who sang it. I was very impressed with him....I guess that's why I married him!

Spiderman VS. Superman!

Yesterday we went to Running Babe's house after our Sunday Sushi lunch. Jude and Bean (Running Babe's son) got dressed up as super heroes and ran around the house chasing one another. They were so funny! They were like the reject special Olympic version of the super heroes. It was hilarious! Thank God for silly boys!

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Baby Shower for Georgia Peach!

On Saturday, we went to my friend's baby shower. She is expecting a baby girl in November. She already has a son and is very excited to have a new baby girl soon. Here are some pictures from the shower.
(Here is a picture of Jude eating cake with his buddies! There is something so cute about little boys eating cake together!)
(Here is a picture of the diaper cake. It was too cute!)

It seems that every woman I know is either pregnant or just had a baby. It's crazy! I guess we are now going through the baby stage. About 5-7 years ago, it was the wedding stage. So, I guess this is the natural progression of things. All I know is that I'm so happy to see cute pictures of the new babies. And, since I have a stinky little boy, I love shopping for my friends who have or will have girls. Girl clothes are so much cuter than boy clothes.

So, congrats Georgia Peach! I can't wait to meet your new baby girl!

The Next Michael Phelps???

Okay, so Jude loves to "swim," especially in the bath tub. So, we thought he was ready for big boy swim lessons without me. We have taken a Mommy & Me swim lesson together every summer since the kid was born. But, when we got to Japan, we stopped taking lessons. So, Jude expressed interest in learning to swim again. I thought it would be a good idea to enroll him in swim lessons at our local indoor pool. He took half-ass swim lessons at school this summer. But, they are very lenient at school. If the kids didn't want to get into the pool, they didn't have to. Needless to say, our kid went swimming at every opportunity, but he didn't really learn much. So, we enrolled him this month.



(Here is Jude "practicing" in the bath tub. Don't you just love the goggles!)
(He went under water several times, but I don't want to post naked pictures of my kid on the Internet....I think there are child porn laws regarding that. Anywho, he can go completely underwater, kick, and move his arms like he's really swimming. He makes a complete mess in the bathroom, though. Water goes every where, but we don't discourage him. I can remember when I used to "swim" in the bathtub, too. )
(Here is Jude at his first "Big Boy" swim lesson. He absolutely loved it! He has a hard time understanding his Japanese teacher, but he just follows the other kids.)

Jude loves swimming so much! The other day we got to swim lessons a bit early, and the kid cried because he just couldn't wait to get into the pool. He was so excited to go swimming. Every day he asks me if he has swimming lessons or not. (He goes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.) If it's not a swimming day, he gets bummed out. If it were up to him, he would go to swimming lessons every day.

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Let's bounce!

So, at Play City they had inflatable bouncy horses that you could bounce on. Jude loved it. The kid bounced for an hour! He had a blast. Enjoy the pictures!




(Look how high he got!! The kid was like a Mexican jumping bean!)

Play Date!

Last Monday was a Japanese Holiday, and Jude was off from school. So, a bunch of us got together and took our kiddos to an indoor play area called Play City. Here are some pictures from the day.

(It's good to be small! I was able to climb into this tube and help out my friend's kid. It's good to be pocket sized!)
(Here I am with Jude in the ball pit.)
(Another picture of me in the ball pit with Jude.)

(Jude having fun with his friends.)

We had a great time playing. It was a yucky rainy day, so I'm glad we went to Play City.

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Arrrr!

So, according to these guys pictured above, September 19 is the official "talk like a pirate day." So, Arrrrrr! (It's already Friday here. We are a day ahead.)

Going Gray!

So, I'm going gray, white actually. I have about 50 or so gray/white hairs in a patch on the left side of my head. Crazy, huh??!! How is it possible to have acne and gray hair? What the freak? This is SO not fair! YaYa has gray hair, but she won't admit it. She dyes her hair on a regular basis. Sorry YaYa for exposing your secret! And, I can remember YaYa dying her hair in the kitchen while wearing rubber gloves when I was little, I mean younger. So, I guess I got it from her. Damn it! Sister doesn't have any gray hair, yet. But, she inherited PoPo's curly black locks. However, Sister does believe that her hair is thinning a bit as she gets older. So, I guess I should be lucky to have gray hair, right?! They say older men look distinguished with gray hair. I mean, just look at Sean Connery. He's super hot for an old guy with gray hair. I'd let him spank me anytime. (Hee-Hee)

But, I'm still not sure about gray hair on me. I'm too young for it! After all, some people still think I'm a teenager. They gasp when I tell them my real age or Husband's age. I haven't decided what to do about it yet. Do I want to be tied to color number 104 from Nice N' Easy for the rest of my existence on the planet?? Or, should I just accept the gray hairs??? I told husband jokingly that I was just going to go gray and then try to model for AARP. But, now that is starting to sound like a good idea. But, at the same time, I still want to be a MILF (a mom I'd like to f*ck). I know this sounds silly, but I want Jude to grown up with a "hot mom." I don't want to let myself go like some moms out there. I want to be cute for as long as I can, damn it! So, maybe I should color my hair. Hmmmm....decisions, decisions.

Any thoughts out there??

Houstonians getting help

So, yesterday I was watching the news on the Internet. I saw several stories about Houstonians helping one another.

It made my heart smile to see fellow Houstonians helping one another in a time of crisis. I saw a fraternity from TSU passing out food and water to people in need. I saw volunteers making food for the Red Cross. I saw neighbors helping each other to clear debris. I saw people with little resources coming together to help others. I saw H.E.B Grocery stores opening to help feed the local community. I saw Starbucks opening to offer coffee and air conditioning to Houstonians without power. I saw kindness beyond belief. It made me proud to be a fellow Houstonian. I knew we were better than the rest, and these acts of kindness only prove it!


Texas has been devastated by Ike, but somehow the people of the great state have managed to come together to help each other. The world has seen the kindness of Texans in Houston, Galveston, Austin, San Antonio and Dallas. We watched the Japanese news the other night and heard about the kindness of Texans. We have seen volunteers at various convention centers in Texas trying to help the displaced families from the Houston/Galveston area. We have seen Texans doing their best to help out in any way. I am proud to be a Texan, but now even more!


I am truly saddened by the devastation my beloved city has endured in the past week. But, I am proud beyond belief to see people coming together to help each other in a time of need.

Thanks Texans! Thanks for making me proud!

Remember, I am Texan first...then American!

Forgive me!

Okay, okay! Please accept my apology for some of my poorly edited blog entries. When I go back and read some of them, I am embarrassed to find grammatical errors or deleted words. I am embarrassed that I failed to edit them properly. So, please forgive me! This is unacceptable for an ENGLISH TEACHER. Oh gosh, I'm now embarrassed to admit that I teach English. Oh damn!

However, in my defense....ummm.....well....okay......I.....well...sometimes when I write, I have a 3 year old wiggly boy sitting in my lap. Or, I'm trying to multitask...like cook dinner and write at the same time while trying to listen to Jude tell me a story about boogers. So, sometimes I'm distracted. And, other times I'm trying to write quickly because I've got a million other things I need to do...like grocery shopping, going to the posts office, picking up Jude, meeting friends for lunch, working out, going to school functions, preparing my lesson plan to teach...well, you get the picture. I'm pretty busy for a half ass stay-at-home mom. So, all I can do is ask that you please forgive me and my sloppy work. I usually run spell check and try to edit quickly. But, as you can see, sometimes things get by.

And, since we've been in Japan, I think my English speaking and writing skills have gone down the tubes! It's like I'm a retard now! I have to speak very slowly and use small words when I teach so some of my beginner students can understand. As a result, I'm loosing vocabulary. And, I'm getting older and my brain sometimes simply stops functioning. So, again...please accept my apology for the crap writing. But, this is MY useless blog. And, I should be able to do what I want, right??? But, I guess poor editing and poor grammar is unacceptable, at least for me...considering I have a freaking useless degree in ENGLISH!! And, I must admit...I do cringe when I stumble across other blogs or websites that have crap writing. All I want to do is take out a red pen and edit the crap out. I know I shouldn't be that way especially since I'm not perfect, but I can't help that I'm anal retentive and obsessive compulsive. I just wish I was that way about my own writing!


And, I must admit that all this damn texting crap is really starting to piss me off, too! I can't stand it when I e-mail someone, and they reply back with a bunch of capital letters that I don't understand. What happened to using real words and sentences?? I find it an insult that someone can't spend the time to send me an e-mail message or text message using real, whole words. Am I not worth real words??? Come on now! And, I'm older now....I deserve the respect of real worlds! So, if you text me or e-mail me using half-ass made up words with capital letters that I don't understand, please know that I am cursing you under my breath. Okay, that's a lie....I'm cursing you, and I'm doing it very loudly!

Another reason why I love Japan!

In Japan, it is against the law to drive and talk on the phone. If you are caught, you will have to pay a hefty fine. Gosh, I love this country!! Things like this make it hard for us to come back!!

Chicken today...feathers tomorrow!

So, the stock market sucks big fat donkey...you-know-whats. What the freak??? Okay, what dumb ass out there in the land of the decision makers thought it would be a good idea to let people buy houses that they couldn't effing afford?? What genius thought that would be a good idea?? We need to find those fuckers who thought that was a brilliant plan, and beat them in a public forum, and then make them eat their own testicles (I'm sure it was a group of rich old stupid greedy men....women are too smart to be this stupid...I digress...sorry). This mortgage crisis is affecting the whole freaking planet--especially the stock market and investment firms all over the world! Believe me, I know!! My Japanese peeps over here are feeling the effects of the mortgage crisis, too!


Who ever allowed this to happen is the biggest fucking moron ever!! People are scared! YaYa and PoPo worked their whole lives to save and invest for their retirement. Now, they are watching their money slip away because of a bunch of moron mother fuckers! Sorry for the harsh language, but I'm pissed off!


So, we've been enjoying a bountiful harvest these last few years (in regards to the stock market), now it seems that the harvest is over. So, chicken today....feathers tomorrow!



By the way, if you are brave enough and have testicles of steel, I think now would be a good time to buy (while stocks are cheap). But, it is risky, so call your broker...if they are alive, and you haven't choked him/her in the last 48 hours! Sorry Fred! (Hee-Hee)

Worried wart!

Sorry I haven't been blogging as much as usual. I've been busy watching news coverage on the computer. I want to hear more about Houston and the hurricane, but CNN only wants to talk about the election and the horrible economy. So, I've resorted to watching TV on the computer. All I have to say is...thank God for modern technology and streaming video! I feel better when I can log onto the local Houston news websites and watch local news coverage. But, I must admit...I've been quite the worry wart! I'm concerned about all my friends and family members. I know everyone is okay, but I'm worried how they are managing without water and electricity. Some of my friends and family members probably weren't prepared to be without electricity for so long.

Still no power in Houston...

So, I found this picture on the Internet, and it made me laugh. I just had to share.

So, Lola and Lito (Husband's parents) are still without power. But, luckily my red-neck sister-in-law had a generator that Lola and Lito could barrow. My Red-neck sister-in-law lives near College Station and has power. So, she was kind enough to loan it to her parents. But, there's still no electricity to run the gas pumps to get the gas that is necessary to run the generator. So, they had to get that from a friend who lives in Cypress, north of Houston. But, other than that my in-laws seemed high spirited, considering the situation down there in Houston.

I've tried to call all my other Houston peeps, but I haven't had any luck. Most of my peeps don't have land lines--they only have cell phones. So, with the power out, there is no place to recharge their phones. And, I think that's why I can't get a hold of them.

I'm starting to get worried. So, if you live in Houston, shoot me a quick e-mail or respond to this blog entry so I know you are okay.

Thanks!