h is for home

Houston has welcomed me with open arms and a hurricane named Dean. If Dean does come I'm hoping to get off work. Two welcoming parties, mine and Dean's.

Today at Target while stocking up the apartment I saw an old man. His wife was in a one of those motorized carts, just to give you an idea of how old he was. Anyways, he was wearing a blue t-shirt with "I heart hot moms" printed in white. I tried to get my camera phone ready but he turned and casually walked away while keeping his eyes peeled for MILFs. Could've been a nice picture post.

The apartment is furnished and ready to be decorated. Thank goodness this place has an elevator. Thanks go to dad for his continuing back support when lifting couches, boxes, chairs, and beds. Mom held the door like a pro, thanks mom. The parking garage in here is nicer than Utility Al's college house. I'm never taking my car/SUV/truck out again.

Cable will not be hooked up till Wednesday. I'm going to loose myself in some books, maybe. Or better yet, try to impress the Texas girls in the resistance pool or gym. Whatever it takes to keep that school boy figure.

Tomorrow the new job starts. NASA has no idea what they're in for. I'm going to whip that place into shape. Or they might whip me into shape. I hope there's no whipping at all. Wonder if I should wear my new "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt. I am a Texan now and you don't want to mess with me.

Take that Dean. How many U.S. states border the Gulf of Mexico?

Last entry's answer was Whitney Houston.