Alicia and I were grabbing some coffee and taking a little walk around the new City Hall area in Sugarland. It's actually really nice (if you can ignore all the yuppies and cool people) There is an awesome statue/fountain of a cowboy riding his horse out of a creek and he is being jerked back by a horse behind him, caught up in the current and the cowboy strains on the rope that is the horses' only chance. It's pretty sweet. The water is flowing into the pool where the horse is struggling and bubbles and churns all around the horse.
We walked and enjoyed the Texas sun, I made a typical Jason comment and Alicia was quick to correct me and redirect me to being nice and sweet... that's when it hit me. I married Lisa Simpson. The Ever-Present Conscience of Springfield. Always bringing moral truth to bear on any and every situation. As is my standard operating procedure, I blurt it out without thinking and explain that it doesn't matter whether or not she has seen the Simpsons. She is Lisa. Lisa is her. Unusually though, I don't get in "trouble" for my comments. I think maybe because unconciously we know that we are a good fit. For those of you who know me, know that I threw my conscience in a burlap sack and beat it into submission years ago, so I think maybe God exchanged it with a really gorgeous red-head because He knew that she would have me wrapped around her little finger. (maybe the only way He could reign me in)
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i rather like lisa simpson. always did.
ryc: thankyou. i needed to hear something like that ...
so long as ya kicked it and threw it in the dumpster for good measure...
speaking of dumbster... flasback of sorts... remember having to kill a raccoon that had gotten caught in one of the big dumbsters at camp. you and i were given permission by jim (what was he thinking) to get a shot gun and kill the damn thing... all i remember saying to you is "hey lets get the fat kid" remember that day camper? i do believe you missed the racoon, too. but it was a hell of a good time running around with a gun and ammo, wasn't it?
LOL yeah i remember that raccoon. that thing was half dead and i think we tried to shoot it while it was in the dumpster but the ricochet almost got us, so we put a 2x4 in there for it to climb out and once again i missed the shot. i suck. maybe i would have had luck with a bigger target. i.e. the fat day camper.
man...what WAS jim thinking?
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