If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:
P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.
Please include three dollars for return postage, or two bags of BBQ Fritos.
Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com
Please be advised that if I think your questions or comments are worth sharing with the rest of the class, I may post it.
Scout's Honor Rescue is an all-breed, no-kill, Not-For-Profit 501(c)(3) animal rescue organization committed to bringing courage, character and compassion to Houston's homeless pet population and making a positive difference in the lives of these stray and abandoned animals and the Houston community as a whole. 100% of every dollar donated goes directly to saving the life of a homeless animal.
Nathan Burgoine: pages from the bookstore
Becky Cochrane: an aries knows (everything)
Joel Derfner: the search for love in manhattan
Brent Hartinger: brent's brain
Greg Herren: queer and loathing in america
Brandon M. Long: random thoughts and rants
Jeffrey Ricker's virtual scratch pad
Lawrence Schimel: breakfast in bed
Sandra Scoppettone's Writing Thoughts
I scrawled my nephew's and nieces' names on the envelopes and stuffed them inside a mailer for my parents to dole out to them on Christmas Day. I hurriedly addressed the envelope and dropped the pen as I snatched up my jacket and scarf and raced outside into the cold and damp (I'm so over this miserable weather!), but not before I patted Pixie and Rex on the head and told them I'd be back as soon as possible, so would they please, please not get into any trouble if I left them uncrated?
'Tis the season for long lines at the Post Office, bank and grocery store, so an hour later I returned home and two joyous dogs tried to trip me and claim the eggs, packages and deposit receipts I carried as their own. Unfortunately for them, I managed to step around them. Unfortunately for the pen I was using before I left, Pixie decided it was to blame for me leaving and my pen was now broken into many tiny pieces and scattered about the apartment.
During my lunch hour I took The Big H shopping today. We went to Borders, Whole Foods, and Target. H was a model citizen the entire time, earning extra smiles and attention from checkout persons at every stop. She's like that girl with the curl in that poem; when she's good everyone remarks on how adorable she is, and I have to agree. She's pretty damn cute. However, I've stopped correcting people when they assume she's my child. They say, "You must have your father wrapped around your sweet little finger!" Then they look at me with expectant eyes, so I simply say, "Yes!" Because it's true. From what I can tell, yes, her father does seem quite enamored and willing to do anything for her, which is as it should be. But that's not my job. When she acts all sweet and innocent, I remind myself how she nearly took out my left eyeball with The Little Red Hen just this morning. Sweetness and light...riiiiiight.
Once again, I don't have a decent photo of Rex for today. Puddles the puppy, aka Pixie's favorite toy, returned to Hanley Inc today, so someone whose name starts with Pixie is extremely bored and, as you can see by the photo above, requires extra attention.
I don't have a decent photo of Rex for today, so here's a picture of Puddles the puppy about to be eaten by Lloyd the pit bull. Enjoy!
Last Friday it snowed all day, which is odd for Houston. At least, that hasn't happened all that much since I moved here. I was at Hanley Inc., because heaven forbid The Boss Lady give us a snow day. Actually, I don't think she knows what a snow day is. Actually, I think this was her first snow experience ever. I was holding her while I took the above photo and when snow landed on her head she shrieked, laughed, and tried to shake it from her hair. It was pretty sweet.
It was the first snow for Puddles the puppy, too. Puddles had a seizure in the middle of the night while she was staying with me Thanksgiving weekend and I had to rush her to the emergency vet. She came out of it okay and her blood sugar levels were fine, so we're not sure why it happened, but she's been fine ever since. It was nice to see her running about chasing snowflakes and having the time of her precious life.
Above is a photo of me holding Pixie at the Saturday With Scout's Honor adoption event the day after Houston's big snow day. It was a bright, sunny day, but it was still cold outside, so I wore knit leggings under my jeans and three layers of shirts. I'm from New England. We don't play around when we layer.
Photo Friday, Number 38. Theme: Homemade.
Ornament hand crafted by my friend Shirley from Maine that my mother gave to me years ago for Christmas. It reminds me of the homeland. It currently hangs year round on my front door.