There were a lot of things that I had to get used to when I moved to T3xas.
There is the 1300+ miles between me and my family and friends in M@ryland.
There is the heat that never seems to go away. It is hot from April until mid December. Then it is milder, with spurts of hot days that try to mask themselves in the winter months. Even when the sun goes down it can still be 90 degrees.
There are the jalapenos that people put on everything and the sweet tea they wash it down with at every meal.
There are the accents and the high population of Latin0s in our neighborhoods and the frustration of not being able to communicate with them. Especially when they are the new cashiers at Wally W0rld.
There are the geckos that claim space in your house including your shoes and your children's bookbags.
And there are the roaches. The huge, disgusting, fast, intrusive roaches that are the size of small children, having the speed of said children on a sugar high of elevated levels. First we'd see them only in the garage, but then they started showing up in the playroom which is right off of the garage. Then we'd see an occasional creature in the kitchen or livingroom, almost seeming lost. We have even had a couple show up in the bathrooms, looking for water. There was even one in Tink's water dish the other day.
And then we found one in the pantry.
Having a roach anywhere in your house is gross, but in your pantry is just wrong. And this roach would sit kingly atop the bag of marshmellows and mock me.
Oh, shut up, he was so mocking me.
I would try to squash him and he would skitter away, only to return the next time I opened the door.
He would sit and wiggle his antennae at me and I would lunge forward to end his reign and he would dash, only to mock me later.
Until today. I told RIck of the mocking roach and he opened the door, staring right in the face of the fowl insect. Then he threw the bag of marshmellows off the shelf and onto the floor. The roach went flying, trying to take off only to be smashed by R1ck's quick hand and the fly swatter.
As RIck scraped his remains off of the tile, he proclaimed, "Nobody mocks my wife! Nobody!"
Did I forget to mention T3xas chivalry?
I can get used to that.
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Laundry Overload - Tuesday, May. 16, 2006
In a Poopy Mood..... - Saturday, May. 13, 2006
Weekend Babble..... - Saturday, May. 13, 2006
I Should ALWAYS be Capitalized! - Thursday, May. 11, 2006
Too Vivid Much? - Wednesday, May. 10, 2006