I'd like to introduce you to...

The newest member of my family.

This, my internet buddies, is Rogen. Isn't he just about the cutest thing you've ever seen? I adopted him from The City of Baytown Animal Shelter and he came home with me last night.

I will tell you how Rogen and I met...

The Friday after Christmas, I was at Terra & Lyndon's house and mentioned that I was thinking of getting a dog, and I would only get one from a shelter. Lyndon told me they adopted several dogs from the Baytown shelter and never had any problems with any of them. After about 30 minutes of persuading, I agreed to let them drive me out to that shelter to just LOOK at the dogs.

We arrived there around 2:30 and as soon as we walked into the room with the kennels all the dogs started barking, Lyndon told me to come look at this one dog that was just standing there quietly, wagging his tail...Rogen.

As soon as we opened the door to let him out of his kennel he walked straight over to me, so I bent down and he rested his head on my leg. That was it, I was in love. Lyndon went to talk to the officers and found out that Rogen was a pick up and not a surrender, so I would have to wait until Tuesday to get him.

Since I had to work yesterday, Lyndon got to the shelter at 10am (the shelter opens at noon, but it's first come, first serve.) and it was a good thing he got there so early...one lady showed up at 11am and another couple showed up at 11:30am, and they all wanted the same dog.

Once I got off work, I went and picked Rogen up, went to Petsmart for a collar, leash, food, toys, etc...

So, now I am a proud dog owner. Oh, and here are a couple more pictures of my new pooch...

Until next time...

Mandy

and yes, he is named after Seth Rogen. Look at him, he has a lot of curly hair and seriously has the temperament of a stoner.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!

On December 23, 2008, my friend Jennifer gave birth to TRIPLETS!!!

She and Bronson have waited so long to become parents that the word congratulations doesn't seem to be enough, but I can't think of another word that would convey my happiness for them.

Up to this point, she and the babies are doing well. Jennifer is home, but the doctors are predicting that the babies will be in the hospital until her original due date...February.

If you would like to read about Mollie, Elise and Preston, go check out Jennifer's blog.

So, please say a prayer for this new family. And for those of you who don't pray, I'm sure a happy thought and mental hug will work nicely also.

Until next time...

Mandy

WTF!?!?!?!?!?

OK, I was reading Dlisted a few minutes ago and Michael K posted this...



All I can say is...WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

Is it some lady who has lost her mind or is it her form of a political statement OR is it some sort of avant-garde, performance art? I can't figure it out.

I don't get it, but maybe it's just not for me to get.

Until next time...

Mandy

What Would You Do For a Bargain?

Since the holidays are here, it seems like every time I turn on the television or radio people keep saying...Only one week left until Christmas! Luckily, I only have two or three more purchases, then I will be DONE! With all this talk of holiday shopping, it makes me think back to a certain "Black Friday" several years ago...

Every Thanksgiving, The Mother and I get the sales papers out of the paper and look through them three or four times while Thanksgiving dinner is cooking and eating our traditional Thanksgiving breakfast...pumpkin pie with cool whip. After dinner, we pull out the sales papers again and start making our PLAN OF ATTACK!

This particular Thanksgiving, I saw in the Foley's sales paper that they were going to have down comforters and down mattress toppers on sale for $39.99.

Mandy: Oh my God, look at the price of these comforters!
Mom: Ooooo, and the mattress toppers!
Mandy: OK, so we agree, we're starting at Foley's.
Mom: Yep.
Mandy: Is it bad that the first place we want to go is to buy items for ourselves?
Mom: Well, look at it this way...we are actually saving money on those things, so we'll have more money to spend on everyone else.
Mandy: Makes sense to me!

Friday morning - We get up, drink coffee, pull out the sales papers of the stores we are going to, get dressed and are standing in line at the Foley's at Baybrook Mall by 5am.

Mandy: OK, how are we going to do this?
Mom: OK, the bedding is upstairs. Since you walk faster than I do, you go ahead of me and I'll meet up with you.
Mandy: OK, sounds good.

The doors open...people start running...

Once I reach the bedding department, I notice that there is a line in front of the comforters...I started to panic. So, I got in line and inched forward...luckily, the mattress toppers were on the wall next to where the comforters were. So, I had mom's topper IN HAND!!! I was the next person in line and...

Two ladies in front of me: Oh no, I guess they are out...Oh wait, there are some on the top shelf of the wall. How are we supposed to reach those.

(The comforters were lined up on the shelves that are built into the wall. There was a shelf at my feet, my hips, my shoulders, my head, and above my head)

As I'm looking at the top shelf, a plan starts to form in my head...

Mandy: If you make sure I get a queen size comforter and don't let me fall, I'll climb up there and get us each a comforter.
TLIFOM: OK...be careful.
Mandy: Here, hold my purse.

I started climbing the shelves and ended up standing on the shelf that was right at my head. Once I was up there, women were yelling at me..."Is there a King?" and "What about a twin?" My mom walks into the bedding department and finds her daughter hanging from a wall, almost 6 feet in the air, with five different hands on my butt to make sure I don't fall...THROWING comforters at people.

After all the comforters had been thrown off the shelf, I climbed down and started shaking.

Mom: Why are you shaking?
Mandy: I just realised how high up I was, I could have really hurt myself.
Mom: Yep.
Mandy: My bed is going to look so pretty!

Come on, a DOWN comforter for $39.99...You would have done the same thing!

Until next time...

Mandy

You Know What Warms My Black Heart...

My black Christmas tree!!!

This is the first time in two years that I have even attempted to put up a tree. After the ex (not phillip) and I broke up, I had ZERO Christmas spirit. And, I don't have much this year. But, I saw this tree and thought, "The holidays are depressing enough, why not get a black tree!"

Then I found the pink and silver ornaments and thought, "Who says Christmas has to be all red, gold and green?"

So, once I had my tree up, I decided that to put red and green wrapping paper under this tree would look TACKY. So, I bought all the silver paper I could find...and even found some with black on it, and used hot pink curly ribbon on every package.

So what do you think...festive or funk?

Until next time...

Mandy

For some reason, blogger is not acknowledging that I have paragraphs. If you know how to remedy this problem, please let me know.

SNOW IN HOUSTON!!!

Well, Seabrook, to be exact. Actually, all of Houston had what I like to call...A TEXAS BLIZZARD. That's right, we got enough snow to cover the grass, it was awesome! Here are some pictures I took at my apartment...

This is when the snow first started falling.

Snow on the ground...the grass is almost covered.

My car looks like it went driving through A Winter Wonderland.

Not something you see everyday, a palm tree covered in snow.

The inside of the palm tree...I thought it looked pretty and interesting.

Those are my footprints going down the stairs of my apartment.

Pretty much covered.

Another shot of snow falling.

The next morning...I thought this snowman was funny - I'll let you decide what you think it looks like.

This is the traffic on Hwy 146 at 10:15 am the day after the blizzard. I could not get to work. The Fred Hartmen Bridge, Hwy 225 and the Toll Bridge were all shut down due to icy conditions. You know people up north were laughing at us.

I hope all of you got a chance to play in the snow, who knows when it will come again.

Until next time...

Mandy

Another Icon is Gone.

I heard on the news this morning that Bettie Page passed away at the age of 85. As some of you might know, she was my favorite of all the pinups from the 50's. Very rarely does a celebrity's death effect me, but when I heard the news this morning, it felt like I had just heard that someone I knew was gone.

Bettie Page was a cult icon...you either loved her and thought she was beautiful or you had no idea who she was. (When I told my boss, he said, "Who?") I assume the Bettie Page fans have different reasons for their adoration of her. Mine is because she made cute look sexy, she wasn't afraid to use her sexuality in a time when women where supposed to be very prim and proper, and THE BANGS!!!

So, I thought I would post some pictures of Ms. Page for your viewing pleasure...


















R.I.P. Bettie Page.

Until next time...

Mandy

Hail Alma Mater...

Well, it seems like Channelview is in the news every couple of years. It's either, tornadoes, pom pom moms, kids making hit lists, police officers doing naughty things with underage girls in their squad cars and now...

this.

Channelview assistant coach suspended after pot charge
By BRIAN ROGERSCopyright 2008 Houston Chronicle

An assistant football coach at Channelview High School was suspended Thursday after being arrested on a charge that he was growing marijuana at his home.

Brandon Jennings, 30, was suspended from coaching and teaching physical education pending the outcome of the police investigation, said Stephanie Schraeder, a school district spokeswoman.
A Texas A&M standout, Jennings played cornerback for the Oakland Raiders from 2000 to 2003.

Prosecutor Kristin Guiney said Harris County sheriff's deputies were searching for a robbery suspect in Jennings' neighborhood, when they noticed potted marijuana plants near his house.
Jennings consented to a search, where more plants were found, Guiney said.
Jennings is accused of the state jail felony of possession of marijuana of more than four ounces and less than five pounds. Jennings also is accused of tampering with evidence, a third-degree felony, because authorities say he tried to flush some of the marijuana down the toilet, according to court documents.

Free on $7,000 bond, Jennings is expected to be in state District Judge Jim Wallace's court Friday.

My boss called me in his office this morning and started laughing and read this story to me. To top it all off...

THIS IS THE ATHLETIC DIRECTOR'S SON!!!

I knew this guy in high school and I remember him being a really nice guy. But, I guess it could be worse...I assume growing the ganja is better than doing the things that police officer I mentioned at the beginning of this post did. I went to school with him too and his dad was a member of the school board.

My hometown makes me SOOOO proud.

Until next time...

Mandy

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Do you ever get songs stuck in your head? This happens to me ALL the time, and I end up singing all day long. And, you know what, it wouldn't bother me so much if I knew all the words to the songs that get stuck in my cranium. Sadly, all I can ever remember is the damn chorus. It reminds me of my friend, Laura, when we were in high school she had On the Road Again stuck in her head all four years. We would be sitting at my house and she would look at one of us and she would sing, "On the road again." The she would say, "Why won't that song get out of my head?" And I totally feel the pain that she was going through. And, the songs that get stuck in my head are not normal songs. The one that gets stuck the most is Cabaret. And all I end up singing is, "Life is a cabaret, old chum. Come to the cabaret!" because those are the only words I know. Well, today, I woke up with Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue by Crystal Gale going through my head. But all I know is...

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes...BLUE

And then I hear the piano.

I have no idea why this song is stuck up there, but it's driving me nuts. And, I want all of you to go insane also...

Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue - Crystal Gayle

Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye

I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do

And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Until next time...

Mandy

Why does my hair fight me?

I have extremely thick and curly hair. Thank God someone invented the Chi iron! Last night I took a shower and decided that it would be OK to go to sleep with my hair wet...REALLY BAD DECISION. When I woke up this morning I looked like the Wild Woman from Borneo. (Total Nannyism.) Seriously, the right side of my bangs were standing straight up and the rest of my hair was LARGE! I thought to my self, "Oh well, I flat iron it and all will be good again." And all was good again, except for one piece of hair...

I ran the flat iron over this one strand of hair at least 10 times. I finally got sick of messing with it, so I just tucked it under another piece of hair. If you have any suggestions on how to fix this in the future, please send them my way!

Until next time...

Mandy

And to top it all off, I have total man hands in this picture.

Sending a Big Happy Birthday to...

The Sister!!!

Yes, this will make Laura feel especially old.

My dear, sweet, baby sister is turning the BIG 2 9 today. I think she has decided to go backwards with her birthdays after this one.

Megan,

Hope you have an awesome day!

Love ya,

Mandy

A Story for Diana

Back in my early 20's, I was a pretty heavy drinker. (I know, shocking isn't it?) Well, one night my friend Terry and I were on the phone and decided we wanted to go out. But where to go? We decided that we were going to go to the gay bars over off of Montrose. So I got up, got ready and headed over to Terry's house. Once I get there, we decided to make a plan of attack. We were going to start with The Mining Company then head over to JR's then end the night with dancing at Heaven. (For those of you who live in Houston, the mention of the club Heaven should tell you how long ago this was...pre-fire.)

So, we get down there and park on a side street and start walking toward the bars. I have to take a minute to explain the outfit I had on. It was a long, lime green dress with big flowers on it and I wore these platform shoes that have about a 4 inch heel on them. (I am 5'8" barefoot, add 4" to that and that makes me about 6'2".) As we were walking down the residential street, a guy said something to me (I can't remember what he said) but Terry and I both looked at each other and started laughing, apparently the guy thought I was a DRAG QUEEN. I know, awesome, right! So, we get to The Mining Company and have a drink, I was on a massive dirty martini kick back then...I still love them, I just don't drink them as much. We decided there wasn't much going on over there, so we headed over to JR's, I think I drank like 7 or 8 martinis in a very short time frame and I think we did a couple of shots between the drinks. By this time I'm feeling pretty good. Then we decide we are ready to go dancing! Then Terry looks at me and asks, "Have you ever been to Riches?" And I slurred, "No, why?" He then told me that he thought we would have more fun over there. So, off we go to Riches.

Now, while we are driving, I really start to feel the effects of all the vodka I had consumed. I made mention of this to Terry and all we did was laugh. We were on a mission, get drunk and dance into the wee hours of the night. We were well on our way to accomplishing the first half of this mission. (Me more so than him, he told me he would take it easy since he was driving.)

We get to Riches and we walk in the front door and all I can see is the strobe light. I looked at Terry and said, "I've got to get out of here, the strobe light is making me sick." He told me to shut my eyes and he took me by the hand and rushed me through the throngs of people to the outside patio. Once we were out there I opened my eyes, but I still felt sick. I told Terry I needed some water. So he picked me up and sat me in the large planter behind me. He looked around and found this little guy and asked him to watch me while he went to get me some water. The little guy was very sweet. He opened up to me like I was Oprah. He started telling me how he was bisexual and that he hadn't told his girlfriend yet and how she was going to freak out, blah, blah blah. In my drunken stupor, I just looked at him and told him he should tell her, she might take it better than he thinks, and in the end she would be glad that he was honest with her. By this time, Terry is back with a bottle of water. I take a couple of sips and look at him and ask, "Do you think they would be mad if I puked in their planter?" Terry got me out of the planter and walked me to the ladies room, there was one problem...the line for the ladies room was wrapped around the bar. So, Terry assessed the situation and came to the conclusion that we were going to have to go in the men's room. So Terry takes me into a stall, and I assume the throw up position. Picture this, if you will, I am in a dress, on my hands and knees, in a men's room, at a gay bar, puking my guts up...it was not one of my finer moments. Luckily Terry was there holding my hair back. After all the evil was out, I stood up, smoothed my dress out, rinsed my mouth out with the water Terry had bought, wiped the tears and mascara out from under my eyes, looked at Terry and said, "OK, let's go dance!"

The rest of the night, we danced our asses off. And, it's a story we always laugh about when we get together.

Until next time...

Mandy

Wish Me Luck

I am going to call on a customer on Van Road. I should be OK since the Goat Man and the Satanists only come out at night.

Until next time...

Mandy

*Just so you all know, I'm back at my office and there was not one sighing of the half man/half goat and there were no pentagrams to speak of.

Happy Veterans Day!

Go hug a veteran today!

Until next time...

Mandy

I have a question...

Now that we are two days past the election, I've calmed down quite a bit. Looking back, Obama's victory was an ENORMOUS milestone for this country. Believe me, I get it. This is one of those times in history when children will ask you, "What were you doing when you found out that Obama was elected President?" Laura commented on my last post that everything will be okay, and I hope she's right. She also made the comment that He seems to actually want to do things to help the country. But, isn't that why someone runs for President? I mean, when George W. Bush was elected, I don't think he moved his clothes into the White House closet and looked at Laura Bush and said, "You know what, I think I'm going to start a couple of wars and hopefully start another depression." There are several blogs that I read and the majority of them are very far left. And you know what bothers me the most is the fact that if you are anything but liberal, they basically think that you're stupid. That only people that are racist, uneducated, and fanatical Christians would vote for a Republican. I will say that Laura (my friend not Bush) and and I are on totally opposite ends of the spectrum on our political views, but never once have I said that she was wrong or stupid for what she believes...and to my knowledge she has never said anything like that about me. So, to those of you who are democrats out there, Congratulations! I am happy for y'all, but watch out in 2010!!! ;)

So, on to my question. For the last two days all I have heard and read is how historical Obama's win was on Tuesday, and I agree, but if McCain had won it would have been just as historical because it would have been the first time a woman would have held the office of Vice President. My question is, would everyone be as celebratory over the accomplishment for women? Think about it, it's been less than 100 years since we were granted the right to vote and we would have had a woman Vice President. Would the feminists be out hugging everyone, jumping up and down and celebrating?

Here's another question, what if the first black President would have been a republican? What if, instead of Obama, the President Elect was Alan Keyes or Colin Powell? Would it still be viewed as uniting the country and breaking down racial barriers?

This is not me being angry Mandy or sore loser Mandy, I really want to know. So, please delurk and let me know what you think.

Until next time...

Mandy

P.S. Last political post for a while.

"Hope" & "Change"

I'm sure those of you who know me personally know that I'm not the happy, chipper Mandy I normally am.

I went into this election knowing that Obama would most likely be our next president, but I still held on to the hope that McCain would win. I thought I had prepared myself for the obvious outcome, but as I flipped from Fox News to ABC News to CNN I realized I hadn't prepared enough. When I watched John McCain give his concession speech, I sat on my couch and cried. I went to bed before Obama spoke, I couldn't watch it. This has been a long and emotional election and I am glad that it is finally over, even though I am not happy with the outcome. I can't say that I'm not a little worried, a Democrat President, Senate and Congress, but hopefully things will work out. President Elect Obama has promised a lot of "hope" and change" to the American public, we will see if he will make good on his promises or if it will be another "Read my lips, no new taxes" scenario. (I don't make anywhere near $250,000, we shall see if my taxes go down.)

To the Republicans...we have got to get our shit together. I'm not sure when the face of the Republican party turned into a shirtless, overall wearing, one tooth in his head, quit school in the 5th grade Jim Bob, but apparently this is how we are viewed. Let's take the next two years and regroup and hopefully 2010 will be a repeat of 1994.

Until next time...

Mandy

Happy Voter Day!!!

I love Voter Day! (That's what I call it.) I go around all day telling people, "HAPPY VOTER DAY!" I am usually giddy all day.

Please go and vote. I don't care if it's for McCain or Obama, just go and vote!

Until next time...

Mandy

It's Unhealthy I Tell Ya!

I have developed an unhealthy celebrity crush. You probably won't believe it when I reveal who it is. Mainly, because most women are all ga ga over Brad Pitt or David Beckham or George Clooney etc...

I've mentioned that I have never really been attracted to the "pretty boy," I tend to fall for the lovable goof that can make me laugh. With that being said, I have had a celebrity crush on this guy since I saw The 40 Year Old Virgin...

Seth Rogen!!!

I think he is just about the CUTEST thing I have ever seen. And I really believe it's turning unhealthy. A week ago, I watched Knocked Up two days in a row and now I'm on a mission to purchase every DVD I can find with him in it. Whenever I see an article that he is mentioned in, I have to read it. The other day, Mom was at my house and she was looking through the magazines I keep on the bottom level of my coffee table and asked me why I had a GQ. I just looked at her and said, "Hello, Seth Rogen is on the cover." I actually felt sadness when I read that he had a girlfriend...you know, because I would SOOOO have a chance.

So, Seth Rogen, if you are out there reading your daily fix of Mainly Mandy...Call me!

Until next time...

Mandy

Happy Halloween

When I was little, Halloween meant pulling out last years dance costumes and figuring out what I wanted to be. In my first dance recital, I did a tap dance to Disco Duck (does that tell you how old I am???) so that Halloween I was a duck sans the disco. One year I was a bird, one year I was the March Hare, I was even a girl from the 50's. But, I wasn't the only one who got to recycle the old dance costumes, my friend Jeanah borrowed one of my old ballet costumes and was a milk maid. But, there were a couple of years I didn't have to rewear those old costumes. For some reason, I had a strange fondness for Casper the friendly ghost and Witchie Poo. So, my awesome mom bought those costumes that felt like plastic with the plastic mask and the elastic string on the back. Am I the only one that always tried to stick my tongue through the little hole in the mask mouth???

I also looked forward to the Halloween specials. Like, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and I remember a Scooby Doo special. But, my favorite was The Worst Witch. Do y'all remember that movie? They always showed it the ENTIRE month of October on HBO. I LOVED IT!!! I think I watched it all the way through my teenage years...and not just once, EVERY TIME IT CAME ON! I was thinking about that movie earlier this month, and then today I was reading Dlisted and saw that Michael K had posted something about it. So, I hope you enjoy a scene from one of my favorite childhood Halloween movies. (And the special effects are awesome! You can totally tell this movie was made in 1986.)



Is it strange that I find Tim Curry EXTREMELY hot???

Happy Halloween y'all!

Until next time...

Mandy

My Visual DNA

Well, there ya go.

Until next time...

Mandy

A Word of Advice

If you are an outside salesperson, please check that your zipper is up before you walk into a potential customer.

We just had a gentleman walk in here, shake mine and Mark's hand, and hand us his business card all the while his fly was gaping open.

When he left, Mark hollered from his office..."Shut up Amanda."

Until next time...

Mandy

Halloween Party & Horrorpops

Have you ever had a weekend where all you did was drink and sleep. Well, that was what last weekend was for me.

Friday after work, I sprinted home to get ready for the Halloween party I attended. Here are some pictures

Me as Rosie the Riveter

Lyndon and Me (He was white trash, notice the mullet.)

This is Adrian and Jeff. (Adrian was a zombie and Jeff was originally going to be Michael Meyers, but decided to be a Michael Jackson victim. As sick as that is, it made me laugh.)

Lyndon got hot, so he took the mullet and the jacket off.

My two best friends...Terra & Lyndon.

Terra, Mindy and Me. (Terra had to work a fall festival that night, so she didn't dress up. Mindy was Wednesday Addams.)

So Saturday I slept until about 4pm, then I got up and got ready for the Horrorpops show. There were three bands playing and they were all really good. The lineup was 7 Shot Screamers, Beat Union, and Horrorpops.

This is my friend Jeremy, he always goes to live shows with me. We have lots of fun, because we both talk about the freaks that are around us. It's kind of mean, but it's our thing.

This is the singer from Beat Union. They are from England and he was VERY HOT! He would talk between songs and I would look at Jeremy and ask, "What the hell is he saying?" to which Jeremy would reply, "Does it matter?" And I would look at the stage then look back at Jeremy and say, "Not really."

This is Patricia Day, and I LOVE HER!!! I think she is gorgeous and I love the fact that she plays the stand up bass. Sadly, I was on the right-hand side of the stage, so all I could get was the back of the bass and her arm.

This is a pretty decent picture of the stage. The gentleman playing the guitar is Patricia's husband, Nekroman. (They are from Denmark, originally.) He also fronts another band, The Nekromantix.

This was during the encore. They come out playing each other's instruments.

Patricia singing.

The whole group of them.

Talking to the audience.

The last song of the night.

Would you like to know what I did Sunday??? I laid on my couch all day, drifting in and out of consciousness. I'm getting too old for two days straight of drunken stupors. You would think I would know better. But other than the hangovers, the weekend was pretty fan-damn-tastic!!!

Until next time...

Mandy

P.S. I know some of the pictures are kind of dark, if you would like to see them better just click on them.

More Proof that I am a Dork.

A friend of mine is going to a Halloween party tomorroew night...a themed Halloween party. The hosts would like all of their guests to come dressed as some sort of rock star. He told me who he was going to dress up as, and it totally unimaginative. (that's a word, right?) He said he was going to dress up like Elvis. I told him he should dress like Madonna, complete with gold, cone boobs. He said his chest was too hairy to pull that off, I told him that the hairy chest would make it that much better. As I was thinking about his party, I had four ideas come to me and I think they are GENIUS...let me know what you think.

1. Put on fairy wings and go as...WINGER!

2. Dress as George Jefferson and attach airplane wings to your back...JEFFERSON AIRPLANE!

3. Wear a shirt with a skull and crossbones on it...POISON!

4. Wear some antennas and carry a baby around...PAPA ROACH!!!

(I can do this all day long!)

I think they're funny, he told me I'm not right. Although, I think he's going to use the Papa Roach idea.

Until next time...

Mandy

Horrorpops Tomorrow Night!!!

Two years ago, I went to a Reverend Horton Heat show and the opening act was Horrorpops. I had never heard of them and before they came on the stage I just wanted them to hurry up and get done so I could see the Rev. When they started to play, I fell in love with them. I actually enjoyed their set more than the Rev's. The next day, I went to Best Buy and was surprised that they had their CDs, I bought Hell Yeah and listened to it for 3 days straight. Then I went and bought Bring it On and listened to it for another three days. Tomorrow night will be the third time I've seen them live and I CAN'T WAIT!!!

This was the opening song the first time I ever saw them, after that I was hooked!




Until next time...

Mandy

Ike was a MoFo part 3

I know it's been over a month, but I just remembered to buy batteries for my camera. So, here is the evacuation and aftermath of Ike in pictures from Seabrook, TX.

This was the first hotel we went to...The LaQuinta!!!

Hurricane evacuations are not complete without the industrial sized box of Pop Tarts.

I grabbed as many photo albums as I could carry from my house, just in case it wasn't there when I got back.

This is what I came out to after the hurricane. I wish I could find the douche bag with the bb gun.

Can you explain to me why this window cost $150 more than the back window...

That's my sister's car next to mine.

This is the second hotel we went to, this is the transformer that the owner was telling us about.

My nephews and I before bed. It's a lovely picture of me, as you can see I have no make up on and I am sporting my 4 year old spectacles.

This is my apartment complex, I was standing on my patio.

This was the tree next to my apartment.

If you look closely, at the bottom of this picture you wil see a sidewalk and on either side you will see buildings. We got really lucky that the trees didn't fall on any of the apartments.

The weird thing is, Clear Lake is in front of the property, you would think the trees would have been blown the other way.

This is about a mile from where I live - Nasa Road 1

Still on Nasa Road 1

I don't think these boats made it.

This is a boat restoration place on Nasa Road 1.
(If you look in the background, you can see some condos. They have been deemed uninhabitable...there was a sailboat stuck in the walls.)

This is the carpet that had to be pulled out of my mother's house because of flooding.

More stuff that was ruined at Mom's.

My mom's neighborhood.

One of Mom's neighbors.

Mom's neighborhood.

Driving through Mom's neighborhood.

Driving through the neighborhood.

Some people lost everything.

Still driving.

It's true...City of Seabrook ROCKS!!!

Again, sorry it's taken so long to post these. When I look at these pictures, it breaks my heart. But, you would not believe the progress the city has made cleaning things up. Sadly, there are still people living in travel trailers in their driveways because sheetrock got wet and now there are some mold problems. Luckily, mom just needs new flooring. All in all, our family was very lucky.

Until next time...

Mandy