HOT In The Hood

Today was a busy day around here. Busy means getting up, have some coffee, checking emails and a couple of blogs, get some more coffee make my bed, check some more blogs. Water the weeds seeded dirt out back, then polish off the rest of the coffee while I read some more blogs.

After showing and getting dressed, I drive up to the leasing office for the coffee, pastry and fruit that they have every morning.

By noon, I'm well on my way, running errands, getting my car washed then visiting JJ. When my busy afternoon starts winding down, I look at the outside temp in my car....




Over 100 degrees! I'm just getting used to the fact that the high temperature of the day is yet to be......


See what I mean? There isn't much cooling off until after nine at night. Right now it's 11:30 p.m., and 91 degrees.

Not to change the subject, but I received this picture from Phillip Johnny Bob and his East Coast Mother.....

nothing like rubbing it in! Dude! Don't forget your sunscreen!

All you peeps who are ultra green around the gills....look away. That's right, don't read what I'm gonna say....cover your eyes and no peeking.

For those still reading....I keep my thermostat at 72. I can't help it, I love cool. The good thing is? I have never turned the heat on in the two years I've been in Texas. Where do you keep your thermostat?

BUSTED

When Grandma J moved to Texas, she figured she'd get a life of her own, complete with new people in her life who mirror some that she left behind in California.

Of course, her middle daughter and family would be her core...and of course their paths would cross throughout the village.

You know what I mean, the butcher will know Grandma J wants her rump roasted, and her Middle Daughter wants hers ground.

The truant officer school will call Grandma J when the grandkids are in lock down sick, blah, blah, blah.

And of course, Grandma J goes to the same nail salon as her Middle Daughter. Remember Michelle #4? The Nail Specialist who does the best pedicures in the world? Well, evidently a whole lot of girl talk goes on between Middle Daughter and Michelle #4.



Yesterday Grandma J decided to get a pedicure...so she calls ahead because she likes "the works" and the works is named after Michelle #4....it's called "The Number Four". The Number Four involves hot rocks and hot towel wraps along with deep tissue massage and secret sauce.

During the exfoliating process Michelle starts asking Grandma J about noodles.....and she asks why Phillip Johnny Bob never comes to the salon. Yep...busted blogger. Then she laughs about the whole brouhaha on Grandma J's blog about her fat feet. Evidently Michelle took three days off work the time to read Grandma J's whole blog....all 442 entries, and twelve comments.


Then she decides to take a picture of Grandma J's feet to dispel any terminal fat foot disease worries...because according to Michelle, it's all about the angle that you take the picture from.....Ummm isn't this supposed to be a picture of my feet?

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WHEN YOUR AC GOES ON THE FRITZ......
....Mother Nature thumbs her nose

It's been brutally hot lately. No surprise really. Every October it gets like this, and people mumble about how unusual it is, and how the earth is heating up faster than Al Gore can write books. But it's true, no matter what's going on with the environment, Mother Nature has blessed Southern California with at least one heat wave every September and October. With two of my kids and two of my grandkids celebrating birthdays this month, it's been the same since 1963. Before that, maybe people froze there buns off. I can't really say...

But, this isn't a rant about the environment....nope, it's about the timing of the AC taking a dive....and getting a new one, that someone has to install, so someone else carted it up to the attic, but the other someone, who is the expert installer, has too many people demanding installation of new AC's.



That is why Grandma J drinks this much water in a day. I wish I could show you the number of fruit shushes and margaritas I polished off too.

Central Texas is starting to look really good to me.....did I just say that?