Monthly Archives: December 2017
Foggy Hockey . . .
Jan and I were out the door about 12:15 this afternoon heading up to the Sugarland Ice Rink to watch Landon’s last hockey for this season.
‘Watch’ however is not really the operative word here since it was so foggy in the rink that it was hard to make out anyone.
I guess due to the recent heavy rains the humidity in the rink area was sky-high making fog over the ice, and further obscuring the plexiglas windows surrounding the rink.
It also didn’t help things that the rink was in the low 50’s instead of the usual low 60’s. cold enough that you could see your breath. Plus there were some comments make about how cold the toilet seats were. Brrrrr!
But our next stop made up for everything, our usual after-hockey dinner at Floyd’s Cajun Seafood right down the road.
And a meal of Chicken Fried Chicken, Crab Bisque, Shrimp Gumbo, Boudin, and Fried Okra warmed us right up. We spent most of the time talking over our upcoming Christmas Eve and Christmas Day plans.
Looks like Brandi and Lowell will be hosting a total of about 15 people this holiday, including a number from out of town.
In addition it looks like we’re on for our long-time family tradition of having Christmas Eve dinner at King Food. In the last 25 years or so we’ve only missed it a couple of times. Our most memorable time was the Christmas Eve in 2004 when it started snowing while we were having dinner. By the time we headed home there was a couple of inches on the ground with parts of Brazoria County getting almost 13 inches of the white stuff.
Jan and I plan to have lunch there on Tuesday and let the owner know how many we’ll have coming.
The Headline of the Day:: Grieving daughter to sprinkle mother’s ashes — on Christmas dinner!
Thought for the Day:
I’d Kill For a Nobel Peace Prize!
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HoneyBaked and Whipped Creamed . . .
I had thought I would install the new awning this morning/afternoon, but it was still in the 40’s, very overcast, and spitting rain a little so I put that on hold.
We were supposed to meet our friend’s Debi and Ed Hurlburt up at the Rudy’s BBQ in the Woodlands this afternoon, but they both came down with a bug of some sort so our get-together got cancelled. Unfortunately this was probably our last chance to meet up before they leave for Florida on Tuesday.
Jan and I headed out about 1pm up to the Clear Lake area, first to have lunch at one of our long-time favorites, Barcenas Mexican Restaurant, right outside the subdivision where our house is located.
We’ve been eating here since it was built back in the 80’s we think. A long time ago, anyway. And in 2007, as we were getting ready to start RV’ing, we moved into an apartment right across the street while we were remodeling our house to sell.
So we could just walk across the street for a great meal, (well, more like run really, since it was a busy road).
Then our next stop was at our son Chris’ to pick our mail and say hi. He was out in the driveway working on his new bike, welding on a new seat bracket to raise it higher above the rear fender.
Leaving Chris’ we drove over to the HoneyBaked Ham store to pick one up for Christmas dinner next week. By not waiting until next week, I avoided the long lines that happen as the holidays get closer. We’ll take it up to Brandi’s tomorrow when we go up to Landon’s hockey practice.
When we got home I decided to take a few minutes out in the wet, cold weather to at least slide the new awing into the rails to be sure the size is correct.
And it looks like a perfect fit.
I’ll call Sundowner Canvas on Monday to tell them it’s OK to do the next, and hopefully I’ll get a chance to complete the installation later in the week.
After our early lunch, we didn’t want much supper so we just split the Tres Leches that we got to go from La Brisa Mexican Restaurant last night.
With a little added whipped cream it was delicious.‘
Wrapping up, for you “A Christmas Story” fans, FOX is doing a 3hr Live version of it tomorrow night starting at 6pm CST. So set your DVR’s now.
The Word of the Day is: Apopemptic
Thought for the Day:
Everybody brings joy into a room. Some when they enter. And others when they leave.
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