Sometimes you see things you'd never expect to see. Jerry Jones realizing that owning a team is waaaay different than successfully managing one, supermodels at healthy weights, snow in he - er - South Texas.
To paraphrase Estelle from the Golden Girls, picture this: South Texas, December 24, 2004. It's a little colder than usual but it's winter, so .. By nightfall, the temperature drops rapidly. By 11:00pm, the outside animals are squeaking, squawking, and distracting the family from an unusual late night satellite fest. The family immedialtely suspects the coyote pack they'd heard not long before and rushes out with spot lights.
After the initial shock wore off, we all ran to do our best imitation of the Michelin man. (This being South Texas, no one had snow gear.) Next item on the agenda: grab the laptop, hook-up the digi cam and mic and run back out to the snow!
Early the next morning, everyone rushed out to investigate. CJ (with his ever present slice of bread), his girl Little Cat, my dog Molly, ... Well, you get the idea.
Due to the low quality of the camera, I failed miserably in my attempt to capture the amazing depth of the snow. Anywhere the sun hit, the image was totally washed out. There was actually a herd of cows attempting to dig up their food on the other side of the right fence.
At the time, we lived on a rented homestead further in the country (that paint color wasn't my thing LOL). Our young Silver Gray Dorkings acted more like puppies than chickens. Maybe it was just CJ's addiction to sliced bread and the Dorking's hopes for a few crumbs but whatever the reason, my boy was the Poultry Pied Piper.
Sure, we'd experienced snow before. Well, all except CJ anyway. What made these 6" different was the location. Deep South Texas isn't exactly known for being a snowman's paradise.
Wishing you much peace, happiness and success,
To paraphrase Estelle from the Golden Girls, picture this: South Texas, December 24, 2004. It's a little colder than usual but it's winter, so .. By nightfall, the temperature drops rapidly. By 11:00pm, the outside animals are squeaking, squawking, and distracting the family from an unusual late night satellite fest. The family immedialtely suspects the coyote pack they'd heard not long before and rushes out with spot lights.
After the initial shock wore off, we all ran to do our best imitation of the Michelin man. (This being South Texas, no one had snow gear.) Next item on the agenda: grab the laptop, hook-up the digi cam and mic and run back out to the snow!
NOTE: The video within this post was shot with my first digital camera: a 1mp affair with no audio. I had to record the audio separately and have it somewhere in my now 1tb worth of media stuff ...
Early the next morning, everyone rushed out to investigate. CJ (with his ever present slice of bread), his girl Little Cat, my dog Molly, ... Well, you get the idea.
Due to the low quality of the camera, I failed miserably in my attempt to capture the amazing depth of the snow. Anywhere the sun hit, the image was totally washed out. There was actually a herd of cows attempting to dig up their food on the other side of the right fence.
At the time, we lived on a rented homestead further in the country (that paint color wasn't my thing LOL). Our young Silver Gray Dorkings acted more like puppies than chickens. Maybe it was just CJ's addiction to sliced bread and the Dorking's hopes for a few crumbs but whatever the reason, my boy was the Poultry Pied Piper.
Sure, we'd experienced snow before. Well, all except CJ anyway. What made these 6" different was the location. Deep South Texas isn't exactly known for being a snowman's paradise.
Wishing you much peace, happiness and success,
