Sure Beats the Back Yard

Woof! Enjoyed seeing everyone last weekend. It was a beautiful day and Dad took me for a long walk at Comanche Lookout. I remember when we went there so long ago, Stephen. Lots of other dogs to look at and strange smells to sniff. Never needed the Mutt Mitt! -- Missy

Flat Tire

Well, those of you who read my facebook status on Sunday know that I had to buy new brakes for my car. Feeling keenly how tired I am of being ignorant of all things related to cars, I spent the time while I waited for my car walking across the street to Half -Price Books and purchasing a copy of Auto Repair For Dummies. Great book, written by a woman, full of useful information. I definitely recommend it to everyone.

I started to peruse the first chapter, which reviewed things every driver needs to know. How to pop your hood, pump gas, change a tire, etc. Little did I know.....

Tonight on the way home from bible study, I was cruising down George Bush. I heard a motorcycle passing by. I kinda looked in my mirrors and didn't see anything, so I assumed he was in my blind spot. The loud motorcycle engine continued. And then it hit me. 

That isn't a motorcycle.

That's me.

Uh-oh.

I pulled off the highway and managed to get to a little shopping center- well lit for 10:00 at night, and right off the highway. I get out of my car and low and behold- FLAT TIRE!!!!!! 

Grateful for the recent brush up on the finer points of tire changes, I emptied my trunk and got out my jack. I reach in for my spare tire. 

And, of course, it too is flat. 

By this time I realized that my innocent shopping center is actually home to an adult video store, biker bar, and a tattoo parlor. And I'm alone. In the lot. At night. With a flat tire and a flat spare.

Oh, and did I mention my cell phone was dead???

I look up and OH! Here comes a police officer. I'm saved! He can drive me to a nearby gas station! I wave him down, sending up a prayer of thanks.

The cop waved back. And kept driving.

Thank you Carrollton PD. I'm going to go ahead and assume that he was off to catch a rapist or murderer, and that's why he didn't stop to help me.

And so I jacked up my car, took off my tire, put it in my trunk, locked my car, and began walking to a nearby gas station. After the walk past the aforementioned adult video store, biker bar, and tattoo parlor (all the while reciting Psalm 91 over and over to myself) I arrived at 7 Eleven. I went inside, pockets full of $1 bills, dead cell phone, keys, and tire gauge, and hands full of spare tire. After waiting in line behind a man who was accused of stealing a child's bicycle, I got my quarters and walked out to the air machine thingy.

I began filling up my tire, checking the air pressure frequently. The tire said "DO NOT FILL PAST 60 PSI." For some reason I couldn't get the spare filled past 50. And then I realized that my tire gauge doesn't go past 50 psi. I still don't understand how that works. Someone explain that one to me. I managed to break my tire gauge in the process. But I just went ahead and assumed the tire was full. Probably over-full, but not much I could do about it at that point.

So I began my sojourn back to the car, past the tattoo parlor, biker bar, and adult video store, carrying my spare. I thought to myself "At least if I get attacked, I have a weapon with me." Visions of me taking a tire to the face of a would-be attacker danced in my head.

So eventually I got back to my car, finished changing my tire, and began my slow, 30 mph trip down the back roads. All the while I was praying my tire would stay on as I drove home, and saying to myself, "Someday I'll laugh about this, someday I'll laugh about this...."

My evening

Tonight Susie took us all to the Black Heritage Dinner, with special guest speaker.....

DRUM ROLL....

Olympic Gold Medalist Dominque Dawes, who was part of the Magnificant 7 in '96

Here is the picture.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it

Word on the street (from my many connections within Baylor athletics) is that next year's Baylor vs. Texas Tech, which whould normally by played in Waco, will be in the new Cowboy's Stadium.

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AWESOME!!!!

Aggies have no class

I know that I'm biased, but at the end of the game I had a bad angle and didn't realize how bad this was. 4 seconds left, C.J. slows down once he crosses half court....come on....seriously?

http://videos.utexasclan.com/view.php?id=7159

Get a haircut, donkey!

The Chia Donkey looks pretty scraggly -- I guess sort of like my hairdo would be naturally. The ears make it hard to pour in the water.

Waco Tomorrow

I love you guys! I can't wait to see you all tomorrow! =D

-Amy

ZTA Bar-B-Cupid

Here are a few pictures from this past weekend!

Spring Break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, one of the perks of Freddie's job is that sometimes the copier dealers or leasing companies will have competitions to encourage more business. Last fall Kyocera had a competition that whoever sold the most of their equipment would win a trip to Vegas. Well, my number one salesman won! Yay! But, since we went to Vegas twice last year, Freddie asked his boss if we could apply to trip amount to another destination.We wanted to take the trip during spring break, so we've spent the last few days looking up trips and deciding where to go.

Well, ironically, we found a great trip BACK to Cabo San Lucas where we spent our honeymoon! We're even staying at the same hotel! We are both very excited and I think we've been working hard and deserve this much-needed break! I'm officially counting down the days until we leave --38--!!!

Sun and surf, here we come!!!

Bob's been unpacking boxes from our move with your handwriting on them -- a reminder of when you were part of the crew. You KNOW things must be slow right now!