the talk!

christmas is a jolly time, and the one time a year that this anchor looks forward to. i'm afraid that has since changed with the passing time, and an incident that took place this week. let me back up for a moment and let my reader and a half in on some back story before i go forward and tell u the scary tale only fit to tell on the upcoming holiday that most people celebrate next week (since i am being politically correct i will refer to this holiday as fall break,samhain,fall festival... ok i can't do it... it's halloween).since the births of the mini anchors only 2 things have been able to bring true joy to this anchor, the first is sleep, and the second watching the mini anchors open gifts on x-mas. i can't describe how incredible i feel when i get to see them open up their presents on x-mas, and in a crazy fury thank santa for all the goodies (luckily they never check the trash x-mas morning to see the carrots discarded that where left for rudolph, but i digress). now keep that image in your head as i tell you this story. this year as the mini anchors are getting older (as i am afraid we all do) the question i longed hoped i would never hear from them (besides where do babies come from?), what is the truth of santa? are you guys santa? tell me who is really santa? or any other question related to that. then came the reunion of the anchors fam, and a cousin to the mini anchors floated the idea that mom and dad are santa. with that, the question about santa came up more and more.so now lets fast forward to this week and the incident that has since ruined x-mas for me FOREVER! as the saying goes "while the dogs are away, the mice will play" (i am not a cat person and refuse to put a cat quote on this blog). while at work mrs.anchor took it upon herself to let the dog out of the bag, and tell the oldest mini anchor the truth of santa. how did this anchor find out about this the person and half reader of this blog may ask themselves at this moment, via text message! that's right i got a text message advising me that the dog was now out of the bag with the older. knowing that it was only a matter of time before he tells the younger mini anchor, i cruised home to try to put a stop to the older anchor telling the younger anchor (the older anchor can keep a secret as well as a boat with holes can float .. it's only a matter of time before it sinks). i got home and lectured the older anchor about the need for secrecy (skull & bones society at yale style), but as i knew would be the case, a short time later after bringing up santa every 2 mins for no reason the younger one asked the question. luckily i was not in the room to hear either one of them get the talk. my poor heart couldn't handle it. now when the mini anchors open up presents and get a gift they don't like, i can no longer blame it on santa. they know now that those socks and underwear every year aren't bad gifts from a mythical person who brings joy to all the good girls and boys, but non other than yours truly. also won't be able to give them a bell this year when we do our yearly reading of the polar express, since the bell only rings for those who truly believe!

don't mess with.........

this anchor had the great pleasure of visiting his home land of texas recently, and was able to create a few new memories, and more importantly create a list of observations. the first observation is to always F L Y (obviously)! the last time i drove there, half of the trip was spent behind the wheel with nothing to show but a larger gut, a sore back, and a rock at the windshield. another observation i have is  is geared towards nolan ryan and the rangers, when i ask you to win, listen. i could go on here about baseball, but i can't fathom losing any more readers (last count showed i'm down to one and half readers these days). an observation for the lady in the porto potty at white rock lake, when your kids tell you there are people waiting, and to hurry up, it is not polite to say back from inside the porto potty (the only one at white rock lake) "tell them to go away" and " they're just going to have to wait" (especially when there is a young child who has to go to the potty very badly). karma will come and get cha (in the form of your son banging on the backside of the porto potty and scaring you (not sure after waiting almost 10 mins at the front of the line what was left to scare out of her). after spending some time with the biggest icon in dallas (i am not talking about jr ewing), but the one and only big tex. i now know what they mean in new orleans when after hurricane katrina, the motto became "we are going to rebuild". i am not sure if the one and half readers knows what tragedy that befell the icon a few days ago, but big tex had a texas size hot flash (joke stolen from fb) after 60 years at the tx fair. he caught fire and in a matter of minutes was engulfed in flames that can only call texas size. ironically one my favorite and oldest shirt (old blue) was what i am wearing when i took picture in front of big tex, and whom had a terrible fate that same day as the picture was taken. after almost 8 years and multiple holes i had to retire old blue to the trash receptacle to pass on. he will be missed for sure. now back to the observations. games are more fun when your not texting the whole time. i'm sorry but it has to be said that texting can't replace the fun of playing games and just spending time joking and telling stories. an observation for the youth of tomorrow (my latest niece, and two nephews), watching sports (especially football) is relaxing, and a wonderful thing to do while on vacation, there is nothing wrong with it (in case you are wondering). one last observation before this old anchor calls it a night, and that is whenever you need a belt for a trip make sure to pack the belt YOURSELF! i can't emphasize this enough. the poor airport workers good names where tarnished cause i did not pack my belt myself. tell next year texas, adios amigo.