The Rain and Pain Causes Flooding in Texas. Shit! That Don't Rhyme.

It's been raining like crazy down here in Texas. Almost all of East Texas is under water and it shows no sign of receding. The Brazos river is flooding most of East Texas and it's set to still rise some more today. The Guadalupe river that runs near us was high but not over flowing. In fact it's receding.

I took some pictures (too lazy to post them) of the Guadalupe river that runs by the golf course near our place. The river looks far away because they have the area near the river blocked off. It's not safe because of snakes and they might let more water out of Canyon Lake at any time. Canyon feeds the Guadalupe river that passes through Seguin. So far we've been extremely lucky, flood wise. We are high and dry here in Seguin, but who knows what's next with all the rain.

Speaking of rain, it's been reeking havoc with my back. We have a Low right now over us and it's moving kind of slow. That means lots of humidity plus more rain and back pain. I love this rain because we really need it here in Texas. But DAYUM! Not all at once! Maybe two days out of the week would be nice not six out of seven.

Yesterday I made a Tamale Casserole from a recipe I found. David is crazy about it because it has cornbread, ground beef, enchilada sauce and cheese in it. All four of his favorite food groups. It's so fucking easy to make and above all, it's comfort food. So those are two good things going for it.

Using a fork, you mix a store bought cornbread mix using only 1/3 cup of milk and an egg. Then add in a 14 oz. can of creamed corn and mix that in nicely. Pour the mixture into a greased deep casserole dish, I use a 6x6 inch glass casserole dish that has a glass lid for this size recipe. Bake the cornbread mixture at 400 degrees for 20 to 25 minutes or until done in the center. I use a little knife that I stick in the center. If it comes out clean, it's done.

While the cornbread is baking, brown a pound of ground beef with finely diced onions (if you like) in a pan. Season with salt and pepper to taste and one teaspoon of ground Comino. (comino is basically ground cumin) Drain off any fat and let sit until cornbread is done. When the cornbread is done, poke holes in it with a knife or fork. Layer the beef on top of the cornbread. Pour 2/3 of a 15 oz. can of mild enchilada sauce over the beef. The sauce will seep into the corn bread. Then sprinkle shredded Mexican brand cheese over the top of the beef. Sprinkle as much cheese as you personally like. I usually sprinkle a little salt on top of the cheese because the cheese is very bland. lower the oven temperature from 400 to 350 degrees and bake until cheese melts and the sauce bubbles. Take the casserole out and let it sit and cool for 5 minutes before serving. 

It's Friday

Yesterday I had to cut my blog short because of a violent thunderstorm that we had out here at around noon time. It really was bad. Our neighbors house got hit and so did a poll next to ours. When I cut off my computer we lost electricity in the neighborhood and then the puppies dun fucking lost their fuzzy little minds. I don't know why but when we lose power they know about it. Spunky started to howl and it was unnerving to say the least. It made the hairs on my neck stand up. Lucy and Pebbles both were huddling under my chair trying to see who could get the closest to me. My chair was vibrating because the puppies were shaking. Scared little dogs howling and hiding.

This morning at 07:00 we had a spritzer of rain for four seconds. David had none at work. It's still misting and the sun is trying to shine through the clouds. Parts west of Houston are getting rain right now. We should be getting some rain again later today, but I won't hold my breath on that one.

Tomorrow, I have some more tree limbs that are hanging for David to cut. They are brushing the roof and I really don't feel like hearing him bitch later about having to replace the roof after only a few years. He needs to get off his duff and take care of this problem now. He also owes me a car detailing and wash. Ever since he started using my Honda more often to run errands and stuff on the weekends, he has been messing up the interior, and the exterior looks like he drove it through the La Brea tar pits. I have tar splashes on the trunk lid. How in the fuck did he get that on there!

Yesterday I found chocolate candy smears on my drivers side upholstery and the central panel between the front seats had cola splatters. Like WTF!!! Also, the passenger side window has puppy nose prints all over and dog hair on the seats. I really wish he'd take the dogs out in his truck instead of my car. Shit dude! Mess your own vehicle up, not mine.

I'm sorry, I'm venting. But it bothers me when someone borrows my things and messes them up. Anywho, I did vent to my doctor about not feeling good and being depressed and all. He wants me to see my neurologist again. Something may be wrong and he want's to be sure. I REALY don't want to see another doctor until the year ends, if I can help it. I am so tired of everything right now I could cry.

I just started the second load of laundry. I still have to clean house. I also have to go through David's closet and get stuff ready for the Salvation Army tomorrow. There is so much clutter in this house. I need to declutter like nobody's biz around here. It's a mess. I also need to put the puppy toys in the washer with some bleach and soak them overnight. That's just EEWWW!  Nasty!

Well, these things won't be getting done by themselves. I will be blogging on Monday. Have a magickal weekend y'all.

I'm Back, My Minions

Yeppers, a one and a half week hiatus does wonders for the fucked up crazy minded like me. I had a great time just lounging around and then my Bro and his wife K and my niece J came out to see us and we went out to eat and kill some time and I wanted to kill David the whole time but that's slated for tomorrow's blog entry. Sure to be a pleaser for all you husband haters out there.

The reason why I'm on my blog today instead of on Monday next week is because David got word from one of his best buds /old grade school  let's get into more fucking trouble than we can legally get out of  mates on the phone on Tuesday. Rick, his bestest friend in the whole world, whom they shared divorces together and said neither one would ever get married again, and to which they both met the right women, one being me, and they both got married again, asked David if he could go fishing this Thursday thru Saturday. David said it was up to the wife (me) and that he would have to come and ask, sorry, BEG my permission.

So Richie Rich came over to the house and got down on his knees, I should have taken a picture of this scene or even video would have been better so I could show it to his wife Beth. Anywho, he begs me in a whiny little boy's voice - yes, really he did - if David could come fishing with him and the guys. To which I replied Hell no, not without a fucking note. But he knew I was playing as usual, called me a bitch and hugged me. I'm easy, what can I say. Besides, I get some me time for two days.

So now David is packing and unpacking and packing again. I'm repacking his bag, taking out the pink ball gown and tiara and the negligee and black bras putting all the right stuff for the fishing trip, and all the while David is playing with his reel and winding new fishing line on it over and over again each time and I'm thinking to myself that the first time he casts that sucker it'll get into a tangled mess. Yes, I'm a morbid bitch and I fucking like it.

David is all a giddy cause it's his first fishing trip of the year in like two years. Only TS Don is coming along for the fun too. Yeppers, The boys are watching to see if Don doesn't just go South to Mexico and let them have their fun. And all the while I'm praying to the Goddess for a whopper of a rain storm that the Texas farmers need so very badly. Last check was Don in a drunken wobble to Mexico. Crap on toast! I never get a break.

The Crazy Witch's Daybook

My current mood today is:  again. I'm just waiting for Friday cause I get to see the doc about my back surgery follow-up. Lately my legs are giving my ass a whole fucking lot of trouble. They feel like someone it sending a charge of electricity from my back to my toes and then back up again. It's really starting to piss me off.

My Diet : is failing my fat fluffy ass so I took the ticker off my blog. I have decided to go with the flow. Last time I did that I lost 85 lbs. in 7 months along with my gallbladder. That was a fine fucking how do you do. My mother, the bitch, and I say that not in a respectable tone showed her true colors that night. But I digress and that will be a Mushroom Print post like very fucking soon I can guarantee that.

What's going on at Casa de Loco:  Let's see ... well four days ago, David almost lopped off another finger while playing with the new bird feeder he bought online. He's such an online-buy-every-fucking-thing-that-we-talk-about-whore. Well he bought this thing that has a weighted perch for the birds that will close if a squirrel lands on it and it closes the feed access with a quick bang. He was playing with the counter weight and it popped his fingers. Needless to say I said I was gonna let him bleed to death this time for putting his fingers where they don't belong. Ewww! That sounds fucking disgusting. What did I get on the Clean Meter(TM) so far?

Oh yeah, Pebbles had a run in with a cat yesterday morning. Told David about it when he came home from work for lunch. Well, story goes that I let the two girls, Pebbles and Lucy, outside to go to the potty and all of a sudden I heard a scream. I went to the doorway to the courtyard to see what all the bitching was all about. Pebbles had the back leg of a little grey cat in her mouth and she wasn't letting go any fucking time soon. For some reason either the cat was retarded or Pebbles had it just so that it couldn't turn around to scratch her in the face. So I yelled for Pebs to let it go and she did. The cat really was fucking retarded cause it ran into the chain link fence twice before climbing it to get away. All I could do was stand there laughing my fucking ass off cause of the stupid cat and what I was thinking was Pebs nearly had pussy for breakfast. I almost fell down from laughing so hard. I couldn't see the steps to the back door of the kitchen. Haven't seen the cat since either.


The weather here in Texas:  FUCKING HOT!! OKAY?!  

Yes it's like a fucking furnace out here. So far we are under Stage 1 Water Restriction. That means water your shit to cool it the fuck off before 10 am in the morning and after 8pm at night. Poor San Antonio is begging for the wet shit. They are under Stage 3 Water Restriction. Which means tough fucking shit. Y'all should live near a real river, you retarded dumb fucks.

Things are melting

It's so fucking hot even the dogs don't want to go outside. We really need some rain bad. I think it's time for some witchy intervention. Last time I did it we got rain for three days. It was so nice.

What's for din din: BBQ Chicken, it tastes like cat. It's a running joke with David and me. The puppies love when I make chicken cause I always give them some of mine. I always tell them we're having cat for dinner. It really fucks them up. Probably why Pebbles caught that cat.
"Here momma, skin it and fry it up yummmm!"
Sooo sorry all you cat lovers out there. BWAAHAHAHAAhahahahaahahaaa! Maybe not!

The Storm Hit

David always gets up in the morning at 3:30. Why? I have no clue. He goes into the media room to check the emails and weather, watches some TV and the walks the treadmill for one hour. He then showers shaves and goes to work at 6:30.

Yesterday I asked David to bring in my bougainvilleas and other plants and the chairs from the front porch. He said that the storm wasn't going to hit until around 9am. I said humor me. I'm a witch, I know these things. So he brought them all in and made fun of me as he did. Grumbling about my being a witch and because "I know so." (whiny voice)

This morning a roaring tiger of a storm of high winds and cold rain came through about 3:30 just as he got up. He looked at me and said, "Don't you dare say it." I didn't, even though I was smiling from ear to ear. I know he was glad he listened to me cause the temperature dropped from 67 to 35 in less than 5 minutes. The wind howled and rain poured but we didn't get any snow or freezing rain. We won't be getting that until Thursday or Friday night.

I'm going to curl up with a book and keep Little Hal on my FB page to see if anyone screams at me. I love this weather.

It's Another Great Day In The Neighborhood

I guess you all have noticed I changed how you can get into my blog to read. YES! I changed the content part. Too bad, so sad, I know. But I don't want some bitch coming in and saying I need to be censored. If you don't like it, sorry. I'm just playing by the rules.

Yesterday it was totally gloomy as hell. Last night it rained and today is the same as yesterday. I fucking love it when the weather is like this! Makes me want to curl up and relax with a good book and the puppies on the couch. Weather guy said it would clear up but stay cloudy most of the day. I think I could love living in Seattle. But this place is fine where I am. Why I never go all Emo on anybody's ass I'll never know.

Last night I had a bit of a problem sleeping. We have these neighbors across the street of Mexican descent. They love their soccer and then they love to BBQ and drink in their front yard. One other thing they love and that is loud music. Now wait a minute... this is not the fucking BOOM BOOM BOOM shit from gangster rap. These guys play Mexican old time love songs. LOUD and they get all fuck faced drunk and sing even LOUDER.

Last night they were confined to the garage, playing pool and singing. This went on until almost about 2:30 this morning. I couldn't sleep with all the caterwalling going on so I decided to come into the living room and read some blogs and then read a book.

I was debating on calling the police on em. But someone beat me to the punch. They got quiet for a brief while and closed the door to the garage. Then I heard trucks and cars leaving. Then they came back ... with beer and more munchies. Yep, they made a food and beer run. Then the party continued in the back yard. It turned into a BBQ at 4:00 this morning.

It's now a bit after 10 this morning. I got a little sleep. I noticed the trucks and cars are still there this morning and there are no signs of life yet. I suppose they will fire up the grill again and start the singing about 9 tonight as usual.