El Tigre

So, I got a phone call at about 1:30 in the morning a few weeks ago...Marcus was at work and rescued a kitty in the snow and wanted to bring him home...despite the fact that he's allergic and we aren't allowed to have kitties here...so now he lives outside. Our upstairs neighbors made him a little box with blankets, and we feed him and play with him, etc. A woman was supposed to come see him and take him home (I posted him on craigslist) but she stood me up the day she was supposed to come, so we decided to keep him...We were going to name him Cliff, but went with Tigre instead...


He's a little cross-eyed...






Don't worry Mom and Dad, we won't make y'all add him to your collection if we bring him to Texas ;)

Hot and Not-so-Hot Texas

On Monday the temp was 92F. That was a record high. The other was 91F in 1917. Wow! This morning it was 27F....so I worried that my hanging impatiens flowers would have frozen....we'd been so good at rescuing them when we expected a freeze. We forgot last night....but they look like they may be ok....sorta protected on the porch...we'll see. We have beautiful blue skies...it's so wonderful to go for walks/jobs in the neighbourhood :) No photos....that'd just be too much to expect (?)...

In case I don't get back to this blog soon (my visits to it seem to be fairly infrequent....need to fix that...)....anyway, I want to wish my favourite son a very happy 25th birthday on 9 March. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Gary!!!

More Baytown Pictures

So, I'm having some difficulty formatting the pictures and words on this post, apparently it requires a FULL college degree, not just an all but two classes one, to successfully post on our blog...anyway, I'm just going to put the pictures up and hopefully you can all figure them out without the words...

Baytown Reception

Since none of you wanted to go to the Baytown reception, I thought I would post some of the pictures from it...the photographer didn't have the best lighting, but some of them are cute...

Here's the food you missed...














And the dancing...








(I know you're all shocked that there is picture proof of Dad dancing not once, but TWICE at the reception)