Longhorns and Dead Presidents
The fact that I am allergic to longhorns should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. I am, after all, a Sooner and well, enough said. I’ve often told Chris I need to get some sort of degree from OU to justify my crazy love of all OU sports. He, however, feels his 2 degrees should be enough and while it is true that I like to think I played an important role in those degrees, the truth is he did all the work. I just funded the project.
Anyway, we took the family down to the stockyards on Saturday to see the cattle drive. I feel certain the cattle didn’t recognize me. Wouldn’t want them to think I enjoyed seeing them or anything. Regardless, I managed to spend about an hour roaming around the Stockyards which included the most expensive baby store in the history of western themed Fort Worth based baby stores and some phenomenally wonderful chocolate chocolate-chip ice cream before the longhorns made their grand appearance.
While I thought we would get pictures, I must report that the moment the cattle began meandering down the road was the precise moment I began having an allergy attack. I don’t get these very often which explains why I was completely unprepared for the sneezing, runny nose, watery eyes and itching throat. If I looked half as bad as I felt, I knew pictures were not an option.
On the way home, we stopped by a nearby CVS to pick up some much needed drugs. I took them as soon as I walked in the door only to realize an hour later as I dragged myself to the counter that they were not non-drowsy. I was a complete drugged wreck the rest of the night. I didn’t even cook dinner. I actually served my in-laws sandwiches and left-overs. Seriously. It’s unforgivable.
So the next day I felt much improved. I should have considering that despite the fact that I managed to stay on the couch in the living room until 9:00 pm on Saturday night I have no real memories of what went on there from 5:00 pm until then. Pretty sure I was zoned out entirely. Hopefully I didn’t say something I’ll regret.
Off we went to Dallas and the Sixth Floor Museum. This is my 3rd visit there but I’m anticipating the frequent visitor program will be initiated any day now and I can start receiving a discount. Again, I managed the walk around west end, barbecue lunch at a total dive which should mean it was really good but it wasn’t and a walk through the museum with no problem. However, once I stood on the grassy knoll contemplating how close JFK was to a clean get away from Dallas, the attack came. Same scenario as the day before only this time I’d gone through my mother-in-law’s stash of Kleenex leaving only my sister-in-law’s fancy, designer tissues. I felt guilty using those. She’s in college after all and probably needs those fancy tissues way more than I do. I just closed my eyes and held on until we got home.
And once again, no pictures to document the occasion.
Too bad. A whole weekend with the family and not one picture to show for it.
They were here. I swear.
The fact that I am allergic to longhorns should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. I am, after all, a Sooner and well, enough said. I’ve often told Chris I need to get some sort of degree from OU to justify my crazy love of all OU sports. He, however, feels his 2 degrees should be enough and while it is true that I like to think I played an important role in those degrees, the truth is he did all the work. I just funded the project.
Anyway, we took the family down to the stockyards on Saturday to see the cattle drive. I feel certain the cattle didn’t recognize me. Wouldn’t want them to think I enjoyed seeing them or anything. Regardless, I managed to spend about an hour roaming around the Stockyards which included the most expensive baby store in the history of western themed Fort Worth based baby stores and some phenomenally wonderful chocolate chocolate-chip ice cream before the longhorns made their grand appearance.
While I thought we would get pictures, I must report that the moment the cattle began meandering down the road was the precise moment I began having an allergy attack. I don’t get these very often which explains why I was completely unprepared for the sneezing, runny nose, watery eyes and itching throat. If I looked half as bad as I felt, I knew pictures were not an option.
On the way home, we stopped by a nearby CVS to pick up some much needed drugs. I took them as soon as I walked in the door only to realize an hour later as I dragged myself to the counter that they were not non-drowsy. I was a complete drugged wreck the rest of the night. I didn’t even cook dinner. I actually served my in-laws sandwiches and left-overs. Seriously. It’s unforgivable.
So the next day I felt much improved. I should have considering that despite the fact that I managed to stay on the couch in the living room until 9:00 pm on Saturday night I have no real memories of what went on there from 5:00 pm until then. Pretty sure I was zoned out entirely. Hopefully I didn’t say something I’ll regret.
Off we went to Dallas and the Sixth Floor Museum. This is my 3rd visit there but I’m anticipating the frequent visitor program will be initiated any day now and I can start receiving a discount. Again, I managed the walk around west end, barbecue lunch at a total dive which should mean it was really good but it wasn’t and a walk through the museum with no problem. However, once I stood on the grassy knoll contemplating how close JFK was to a clean get away from Dallas, the attack came. Same scenario as the day before only this time I’d gone through my mother-in-law’s stash of Kleenex leaving only my sister-in-law’s fancy, designer tissues. I felt guilty using those. She’s in college after all and probably needs those fancy tissues way more than I do. I just closed my eyes and held on until we got home.
And once again, no pictures to document the occasion.
Too bad. A whole weekend with the family and not one picture to show for it.
They were here. I swear.
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