As I write this I am sitting on my in-laws deck watching Deuce and Ripken run around in the backyard. They are glad its not 4 a.m. and that we are finally out of the car.
At about 8 p.m. last night they called for a full evacuation of Brazoria County, which initially irked the shit out of us because we are literally 500 yards from the Harris County line. After much debate, we decided to not throw caution to hurricane force winds and boarded up the house and headed out to Round Rock at about 1 a.m.
So in the Trailblazer we had Deuce (who refuses to sit in the back), Ripken (who doesn't make nary a peep the entire way), Sonny (who would protest his not sitting in my lap, but kept falling asleep) and Gertrude (who is riding in Deuce's stinky dog carrier.) Now this, my friends, is what you call a perfect storm. Sonny hates Gert. Gert hates Sonny and Deuce. Deuce is an asshole and Ripken hides, and that is pretty much all you need to know about our family dynamic. Basically our traveling as a family unit is akin to trying to diplomatically assign seating at Elizabeth Taylor's wedding reception.
Overall, it was one of our more successful trips -- no one shit themselves (Sonny, anytime he's in the car), or ripped upholstry down from the roof (Ripken attempted this during the Christmas travels of '06) or jumped out the window at a toll booth and tried kill the poor toll worker (Deuce about a month ago).
So Momma Pug North American Headquarters will remail fully operational even in exhile. I plan on spending the day glued to the Weather Channel and hoping our house doesn't get blown off. Normally, I wouldn't be worried, but just before we left Jim Cantore was reporting live from Galveston and that can only mean one thing: We are fucked. Where ever Cantore goes, so does the eye of the storm. Thanks, Jim.
For now I'm going to go drag the dogs inside for a bit and begin my obessive television/weather watching. Good luck to those in Ike's path. We'll be praying for yalls safety and homes too.
At about 8 p.m. last night they called for a full evacuation of Brazoria County, which initially irked the shit out of us because we are literally 500 yards from the Harris County line. After much debate, we decided to not throw caution to hurricane force winds and boarded up the house and headed out to Round Rock at about 1 a.m.
So in the Trailblazer we had Deuce (who refuses to sit in the back), Ripken (who doesn't make nary a peep the entire way), Sonny (who would protest his not sitting in my lap, but kept falling asleep) and Gertrude (who is riding in Deuce's stinky dog carrier.) Now this, my friends, is what you call a perfect storm. Sonny hates Gert. Gert hates Sonny and Deuce. Deuce is an asshole and Ripken hides, and that is pretty much all you need to know about our family dynamic. Basically our traveling as a family unit is akin to trying to diplomatically assign seating at Elizabeth Taylor's wedding reception.
Overall, it was one of our more successful trips -- no one shit themselves (Sonny, anytime he's in the car), or ripped upholstry down from the roof (Ripken attempted this during the Christmas travels of '06) or jumped out the window at a toll booth and tried kill the poor toll worker (Deuce about a month ago).
So Momma Pug North American Headquarters will remail fully operational even in exhile. I plan on spending the day glued to the Weather Channel and hoping our house doesn't get blown off. Normally, I wouldn't be worried, but just before we left Jim Cantore was reporting live from Galveston and that can only mean one thing: We are fucked. Where ever Cantore goes, so does the eye of the storm. Thanks, Jim.
For now I'm going to go drag the dogs inside for a bit and begin my obessive television/weather watching. Good luck to those in Ike's path. We'll be praying for yalls safety and homes too.
3 comments:
I guess we are staying. Richard is being difficult about staying, and I want to get the heck out of Dodge (or Humble as it may be).
Madgette has her box of her most important items packed, and Julie is doing the same thiing. We will try to keep you guys updated.
Hey Girl, we're thinking about y'all. ***hugs***
I can't believe the dog jumped out at a toll booth...only in your family :)
I'm praying for you guys.
jennie
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