Michael and I babysat our one-year-old niece on Wed. night.  Here she is digging for the remote in the sofa cushions.


I love my little red Toyota pick-up truck – aka “The T.”  I never imagined how much this haulin’, dumpin’ machine would impact our day-to-day here in Dallas.  I knew from the moment we met in Greenville, Texas, that this vehicle would treat us right.


Sounds a bit dramatic, I agree.  But, anyone out there who’s had a personal flatbed vehicle probably knows what I’m talking about.  I can look in almost every area around the house, including the garage and back yard, and find multiple items to which I owe a ride in ol’ red.  It certainly feeds Erin’s estate sale habit.  Couches, tables, chairs, mattresses (new, for the record), appliances, etc.  Erin even hauled a load from Amarillo; I would have made us stop at a weight station for kicks. 


 Trucks also make getting rid of stuff so much easier, too.


Sadly, that’s the most notable non-work related activity I have to report of late.  Don’t be disappointed – haulin’ stuff is a slice of life here in Texas.

 I reported a few weeks ago that Lake K flooded, leaving a variety of debris scattered all over the yard once the water receded.  Biggest prizes: two paddle boats from across the way, yet to be reclaimed.  Mostly, we received a variety of logs and brush, which soon became a stagnant eye-sore along the house entrance.

The T to the rescue.  You see, Lake K is in the boonies, and there’s no brush and bulky trash service in these parts.  If it’s not bagged, it’s not considered trash.  And putting a 7-foot, 12-inch diameter log in a bag ain’t easy.

So I met my new favorite tool, the Alligator Lopper from Black & Decker. 


It’s part chain saw, part tree pruner.  And 100% awesomeness.  Took out those logs and tree branches in no time.  I filled up the truck, kissed my nieces good-bye and scheduled myself a trip to the dump back in Dallas.


You know how much I like the dump.

Simply pull in to the transfer station and wait your turn. 


Show the man your Texas drivers license, and pull up to the pile.


Strap on those work gloves, because the dump ain’t no child’s play. 

Throw, toss and heave that junk.  Style points for a shot-put.  Just don’t let the burly men see a pirouette follow-through.

 If you’re lucky, the daddy of all trucks will make an appearance to tame the ever growing pile.


Do they make a bulldozer attachment for a Toyota?

Still talking about the weather…

When it rains this much in Texas, it’s definitely worth talking about.

Another rainy weekend all over the state. Especially in north Texas, near the lake house. The lake and area are already saturated; add another 6 inches of rain in 12 hours, and the lake goes into flash flood mode:


Here’s the same lake view less than one year ago. Quite a difference one rainy spring makes. There was no water for the boat house back in 2006.


We were spending Father’s Day at this lake yesterday. My truck had to endure a 3/4-foot water crossing to get there. Apparently, that was just the beginning. Good thing we didn’t stay the night.

The lake house neighbor, maybe the greatest neighbor in the history of neighbors, trudged through the flooding waters to save the boat from certain destruction as the water level was exceeding the slack in the rope tied to the boat house. He tied it to the post instead, so it could freely float up as water levels increased. Luckily, the boat didn’t get crushed by the roof nor crush the resident baby birds and their mother, which make a home out of the rafters.

Silly Goat

Originally uploaded by espeedy123.

Texas Mike here. That’s the exclamation that made me turn around the car. Erin and I were in route to Lake K in North Texas for my family’s mother’s day celebration. Rolling past a farm at 60 mph, we caught a glimpse of a goat hanging by its head – feet off the ground, neck through the top of a wire fence. No doubt, it was going for that tempting green shrub just outside the property.

I’m ashamed to say, I was likely to keep driving. It didn’t look hurt to me. But Erin, my better moral half and surrogate mother to farm animals everywhere, came to the rescue. We turned around, and went door to door trying to find the farmers. (We didn’t have wire cutters). Erin found the right farmers and pointed out the goat in distress. Good to know even now that Erin is a big radio star, she’s still grounded. I’m proud of her, and I’m sure Jackie and Norman from the New Zealand farmstay are too. Happy mother’s day.


I ran across while reading blogs yesterday.  You use it to create a family tree.  I added just a few people last night and mine’s now up to 50 thanks to other family members’ input.  It’s addictive.

HWFL post to come soon!

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Picture 1034, originally uploaded by espeedy123.

This is our nephew Andrew. I could swear that yesterday he was doing an Aggie “whoop” with his arms. Not sure who taught him that.

 My brother Andrew, the bulldog Eunice.

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