First and foremost, this post will be written in under 10 minutes, against the clock or a growling stomach and the Lunar Module racing to make me dinner. Also, Charlie Parker is playing a dizzying jazz solo—this is gonna be fast.
Oh, and welcome to Lindsey and Mike Sneed, the newest readers of the Daily Rice.
In the early 1970’s Jim Croce sang about troubles of prison, soggy shoes, and longed for a cigar in his poignant ballad, “Working at the Car Wash Blues.” All I know is he wasn’t washing cars in Texas because if he was he’d be singing about one thing and one thing only: the heat.
I’ve felt the heat of my old Florida front yard. I’ve played soccer under a Venizulean summer sky. I’ve frolicked on the shores of Mexican beaches. I’ve even done a 25 mile road march with a 75 pound pack on during boot camp in the midst of a Missouri summer. But Texas, oh Texas, why must you be so unkind?
Searing, scalding, sweltering, and torrid are adjectives that don’t quite raise the mercury high enough on the scale to describe the Texas summer heat. It’s best put this way: I drank over 5 full Nalgene’s of water, at 32 oz. a piece, and after 160 oz. of hydration I went to the restroom once in six hours.
In fact the Suz put it best when she pointed out the absurdity of such a question… “Yes, why would you do it yourself? Why clean your house? Why mow your own yard? And why you’re at all the frivolous delegation of personal responsibility, why even raise your own kids? Surely there’s someone you can pay to do that as well.” Oh man, I love my mom. And just for the record, you will NEVER find a harder worker.
And also for the record, while I’m up here on my soapbox, soggy shoes and all, there is nothing better than the smell of an amazing roommate making you breakfast tacos for dinner after wallowing in the car wash blues all day.
7 comments:
The Suz is the best... I see where you get your sense of humor :)
Dear Michael,
Thanks for the welcome. But you and I both know I'm not really a new reader, I just kind of recently admitted to secretly reading your blog for months. What can i say, it's famous. But i'm glad we've had 1 or 2 awkward encounters on campus, church, and so on, because now we're friends and I feel totally comfortable coming out and letting the world know i read the blog and leaving comments every now and then.
Is Nikki really coming for the 4th of july?!?!?!?!
Ok, ok. First: Lindsey--
There have been other people who finally admitted they read the blog after reading it for a few months--That makes NO sense to me! Don't they know if they would just tell me then we could have a totally awkward conversation about it... **OMG X 19** Lindsey just called lunar and I while I was typing this--oh boy!!
And Marisa,
I immediately called and left you a message I was SO EXCITED! I bet things up there are awesome and we are praying for you and Grace face and miss you both :)
M-Rice
oh, and Lunar thinks your name is spelled Merisa. YES!!!! I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!
Oh, and ahem, my mom IS the best! Ask anyone who has ever met her!!
I am SO holding you to that C! I'll be waiting for the email with the pic :)
John is going to wisk you out of the facebook if you're not careful!
You are one lucky girl Corrie.
texas heat is brutal heat. it's the beach without the water; it's the west, with humidity, and without mountains. why am i staying for another four years? the summer i moved here it was 30 days in a row over 100.
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