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Thanks for the Good times Galveston....part 2 Published in The Galveston Wizard

Mold, Migraines and Waves?

           By the time Sunday came around we had already moved twice in the timeshare complex. We had to move from the first townhouse because the ceiling in the downstairs bathroom was dripping water on your head every time you used the crapper. Drip…..Drip…..Drip…… That does get old after awhile, not to mention the mold covering the ceiling. It was all puffy like moldy cottage cheese. The second and last townhouse was better, at least you could see the gulf from the patio. It was also very loud and every night you had a beautiful display of traffic lights flashing on your walls. I decided to call those lights “mood enhancers” But they are newly refurbished! Most of the furniture was chrome, with glass tables. The couches were so well loved you just sank into them. I was getting ready to go to the beach when my babysitter comes running up the stairs and tells me that a cockroach was crawling along the side of the couch. Of course she was too f…

Thanks for the Good times Galveston.... part 1 As published in The Galveston Wizard

I thought I would start off my blogging career by posting my first article (mostly unedited content) for the Galveston Wizard...Today, I think I will post alot of ramblings.....


This trip back to Galveston has been a long time coming. The last time I was on Texas soil was almost 12 years ago and I’ve been dreaming of coming back ever since. Seriously, I’ve been have dreams about Galveston 3 or 4 times a year. Most of the time they were more like nightmares, obviously I needed to come back!
I flew into Houston with (1) 2 yr old, (1) 4 yr old and (1) agoraphobic babysitter! Why, you ask? Because I was desperate!!! We stayed the first night @ Homer G. house. Homer is what I would call a gentle giant. My kids loved the crap out of him. He should have a whole passel of kids! He was that good with them. I could get them to listen just by telling them we were going to see Homer! (He’s one of my boys and manager at YAGA’S) You could say that my “Boy‘s” ar…