Showing posts with label tcu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tcu. Show all posts

9.22.2008

Violent squirrels


I would like to know where they passivist squirrels are hiding out and how to get them to move into my neighborhood. I'm not home much, but when I do pull in I'm welcomed by a bombing of pecan shells from above. I don't believe they are simply falling, but coming down at such a force that something (like a feisty squirrel) must have propelled them. First, I am thrilled that a Pecan tree is going to drop its lovely bearings on my front steps and cannot wait for them to be ripe. However, getting from my truck to my front door has become a bit dangerous. I have wondered if they drop all the time and I'm imaging little vengeful squirrels stock piling shells all day then barraging me with them as I dash up the steps. There is a definite Disney Chip n' Dale episode that has given me the fuel to imagine scheming squirrels firing down rains of pecans on innocent me (or Donald Duck). So, today I'm home. I sit on my couch, typing away at the computer and looking out my window to the Pecan Tree and firing area in question. I am not hearing the patter of shells hitting the deck and vehicles below. Why are these squirrels so angry? What have I done? They have plenty of food in the boughs of the great pecan tree. TCU had squirrels like these too. I wonder if they're just equipped with a good shell pitching arm or if they train?

8.30.2008

1-0



It is a great way to start the season. My beloved Horned Frogs have taken down a conference opponent and the Championship bound Sooners are rolling over their opponent of the day as well. While so many things in life change, the sound of football remains constant. Every fall I leave the television on whether I'm in the room or not for as long as there is a game on. The sound of football is like the occasional hymn sing, the sound of carolers at Christmas, waves at the beach. Now with streaming coverage, I get to at least listen to glorious victories of TCU wherever I am. The sound of football floods back memories of home and growing up. We watched (and even apart from each other) continue to watch copious amounts of football. My favorite year was my brother's senior year when I could watch him play on Friday night, college all day Saturday and the Cowboys on Sunday. There is comfort to me in the crashing of helmets and pads, whistles blowing, crowds cheering, the endless drone of announcers.

5.08.2008

The road to fame

Oh the places a degree from TCU will take a person!