Give Me Snow, Lotsa Snow, Underneath the Skies Above, Don't Heat Me Up

I have decided I have a heat allergy.

I can’t take it anymore.

I don’t know if I’m getting older (duh) and less tolerant (more duh) but it seems like it’s been over 100 degrees for about 90 days.  It could be hormonal (super duh), it doesn’t matter, it’s the heat that gets to me.

And I’m so freakin' done with it.

When we returned from the cool of Alaska, we took our CHL class.  It was 108 degrees.  We were in a caliche pit.  And guess what?

I suffered from heat exhaustion, and almost didn’t finish my class. For days after, I lay prone on the bed.  Trying to rehydrate.  Trying to get rid of a super-hangover style headache.  Finally, I decided to live again.

This last Friday, we shot at the Dallas Gun Club.  In 107 degree weather.  And I felt like I was just minutes from having a relapse.  I stayed hydrated all day, but Thank GOD ThatManILove was with me.  He started recognizing the signs (I didn't hit a clay for 2 stations), and from somewhere, got an iced towel and made me put it around my neck.  This started cooling me off.

So, now, I’ve made a difficult decision.  I’m not going to shoot or do anything in high temperature weather.  I’ve lost weight, I’m getting more fit by the day, but somehow, my tolerance for high temperatures is waning.  I've been living at the snow cone stand all summer.  

Friday, we have our “Bustin’ Clays For United Way” shoot.  This is a shoot that is near and dear to my heart, as I was one of the founding mothers of this baby.  And I’ve shot in it every year since it’s inception.

But this year, I will be inside, helping at registration.

I just can’t do it anymore.

So, I have one thing to say:  Anyone up for a winter sporting clay competition?  I’m in - because right now, baby, I'd welcome snow.

Not The Talk...Anything But The Talk

(Another repost from 2010 - bear with me, peeps.  I'm only transferring the funny stuff.)


This week, Little Brother Geoffrey and his real little brother are staying with me while their mom attends a teacher conference in Fort Worth.  So far, so good. 

I say that because kiddos in your house, especially those that aren’t yours, are a different animal entirely.  Your own kids are raised and on their own and are out and about.  The empty nest syndrome is really, after all, a relief.  And then all of a sudden, you have an 11 year old and a 14 year old for the week.  And you can't give them back to their mom when she's 5 hours away all week long.

This afternoon brought it all home for me, via a simple text message.  I’m heading to pick Geoffrey up from his summer gifted/talented program.

Geoffrey:  Guess who got a girlfriend.  BTW, the bus is about to leave ( from Odessa).

Me:  You better be on it, and aloooonnnnnneeeee.

Geoffrey:  Ohno I missed it......(then this long drill down of multiple spaces)....JK.

Geoffrey:  She lives in Odessa.  Yeah, and I don’t think they would allow that.

Then, a pause.

Geoffrey:  Are you almost here?

Me:  On the way.

Geoffrey:  Am I gonna get "the talk"?

Oh, Lordy, I lost it.

Me, to him: Not on your best day, son.  Not even on your best day.  Mebbe so.

He cracks me up.