vealpen x: "BlogThis"Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything. In progress
15 October 2005
Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything
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"BlogThis"Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything. in progress
"BlogThis"Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything. in progress
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