Tuesday, October 31

Happy Halloween! 

For the third year in a row, my costume will be a stressed law student.

Quick question: what's the appropriate number of goodies to hand out tonight? A hand full of candies, three pieces, let the 'lil buggers reach into the bowl and get their own, a beer for each??


Saturday, October 28

Heart Attack 

So yeah, I had five heart attacks tonight. I'll take it, though.


Friday, October 27

Hey, is anyone still here? 

Like Han Solo, I was on the receiving end of a deep freezing.

But now I'm thawed...

So, what's new in y'all's world?

ps- anyone know how I can fix my comment stuff?


Tuesday, April 4

back in the saddle again 

Well, we're back in town--finally.

Getting back the Republic was a mess: mechanical problems on the original plane, nasty weather, crowded airports, etc. We eventually had to be switched over to another airline to get home. And guess what--our luggage was not lost by the airlines.


Thursday, March 30

Remember me? 

Sorry for the lack of posting. Been pretty busy with school stuff (ha!).

Mrs. Coob and I are heading out town manana. If y'all need to reach me, I can be found here on Saturday, here on Sunday, and here on Monday. We'll return to The Republic Monday night. Maybe posting will resume on regular basis at that time.

In the meantime, scheduling begins for the Fall on Monday. Here's a list of classes. What do y'all recommend I take? I'm thinking Admiralty, Oil & Gas, Wills & Estates, Mediation, and a one or two hour class. I expect full participation.


Thursday, March 23

Still hangin' 'round 

Yeah, I'm still around...just in another blogger funk--not much to say or contribute.

Spring Break was fine. Didn't do much other than play golf, watch tv, and read non school stuff.

That's about it.


Tuesday, March 14


Well, I checked in earlier to write about some stuff, but Blogger was acting like a little bitch. So now I'll just write about snakes.

While playing golf yesterday, Astrosfan and I came upon a snake as we search for my, er, his ball. What kind? A Titleist. Oh, the snake. It was a rattle/asp/anaconda/boa hybrid. It was huge. And fast. And it made me soil my britches.

Seeing that snake got me to thinking about two things: one was the Rattlesnake Round-up held every year in Sweetwater, Texas, and the other was the time my brother got bit by a rattlesnake and had to be flown by LifeFlight from Laredo to San Antonio.

The Round-up
The Rattlesnake Round-up is much fun and I highly recommend it. I base this on the time I attended the festivities when I was about twelve years old. We lived just down the interstate (IH-20) back then, and one year we made the trip to Sweetwater. We saw the huge pens with all the rattlers in them. We ate rattlesnake. And then we went home.

Stupid Brother Coob
A few years ago my brother and his crew were driving to a work site "out in the country" in South Texas. After running over a rattlesnake, my brother decided he wanted to keep the rattler as a souvenir. So he put the truck in Reverse and backed over the snake. His thinking was that this second drive-over would surely kill the thing. So, he gets out of the truck, walks over to the immobile body of the snake, and reaches down to claim his prize (the rattle). Little did he know that the snake was still alive and not yet willing to part ways with its rattler. Predictably it struck him, hitting him on his hand. The venom quickly began to affect him and he was rushed to the ER at a hospital in Laredo. They didn't have the proper antidote and couldn't wait for someone to drive it down from San Antonio, so they called for the helicopter. He got the antidote, fixed his hand, and all was well.

That Christmas I gave my brother a shirt. I folded it nicely and put it in one of those clothes boxes that are tailor made (no pun intended) for articles of clothing and gift giving. Anyhow, I neatly folded the tissue paper to cover the shirt with one flap which was then covered by the other flap of tissue paper. Now, in between the flaps of tissue paper I placed a rubber snake and covered it with the outer most flap of tissue paper, so that it (the snake) could not be seen until the flap was unfolded. He screamed and jumped like a little girl when he opened that flap. It was great.

And on his next birthday I placed a baby's rattle in a box and wrapped the box. When he shook the box he heard the sound of the rattle and dropped the box (and screamed). Classic. Good times.


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