Hello Houston!

I hope that y'all had a great Thanksgiving! Ours was great, but I have a confession to make. Yesterday, after posting my blog, Tony came inside the trailer and said, "Nance, let's go to Kerrville for a Thanksgiving dinner! We'll eat the tamales, later. Okay?"

On our way to Kerrville, we couldn't decide where to eat—Sandy and Jon's, Luby's or The Cracker Barrel. "Maribeth told me that The Cracker Barrel was much better than Luby's," I said.

Tony wanted to eat at Luby's, until we saw their packed parking lot! We decided to check out The Cracker Barrel's parking lot before choosing. As Buttermilk pulled into the turning lane, I said, "Look, Tony—it's a sign! There's a parking space open—by the front door! This is where we are meant to eat! How cool is that!"

Buttermilk turned into the parking lot, and filled the empty parking space! The place was crowded, with people sitting outside, rocking in the rocking chairs. Just before we entered the restaurant, I said, "Wouldn't it be funny if Maribeth was here!"

Tony then opened the door for me, and a familiar voice said, "Nancy! Tony!" It was Maribeth! "After you sign in, come outside and I will sit with you, while you wait for your table." Tony went inside, as Maribeth and I went outside.

"Maribeth, I can't believe this!" I said. "I literally had just said your name, and then there you were!" We had a fun visit with Maribeth, her daughter, Terry, and her granddaughter, Britney. Our turkey dinner—without the turkey, was fine. Then we came home. Tony watched football games and I watched reruns of Newhart.

Tomorrow, at 5:00, Kinky and Little Jewford will be at 'Murder By The Book' store, in Houston, signing our 2009 calendar! And, Sunday, they will be at the Barnes & Noble, Town & Country, at 2:00 to autograph our calendars!
I hope everyone goes to see them, and buys one or more of our calendars!

Tony just brought the mail in, and he is laughing out loud, "This is addressed to us, but it's definitely meant for you!" Then he starts laughing, again! I just opened it. "Tony," I said."It is our first 2008 Christmas card, wishing us Happy Holidays!" Then I opened the card and it said, 'that I was cordially invited...to have my hearing tested—for free, on Monday, December 8th! I am laughing, and I just took these pictures of it.


I'm not going to Houston tomorrow with Kinky and Little Jewford, and I'm not going to get my hearing tested either, because I know that I would flunk. Happy Hearing!

Shut Up, Nancy!

Guess what? Today has been another great day! It is now 6:24, I just turned on my salt lamp, and my iPod, to set the mood, and ‘Love Will Keep Us Alive’ by the Eagles has started playing—I love that song so much! I have just cranked it up a few more notches.

This morning, while I was over at Kinky’s discussing business, over some coffee—Sasha called the rescue ranch! Sasha, who was out here walking dogs with her three great friends, this past Saturday, has such great vibes, that on a scale of one to ten, ten being the greatest—she’s an eleven! I’m not kidding!

Anyway, Sasha and I played telephone tag today, but when we finally connected, twenty minutes ago—she had some great news! She is personally driving down here, from Austin, tomorrow morning, to deliver over thirty cases of donated, canned cat food, so we can deliver it to our friend, Nancy, down the road from us—to help her feed her many cats! Sasha will be coming around the mountain, about ten o’clock tomorrow morning, and Tony and I can’t wait to see her! Sasha definitely Rocks!

Today, I have been bombarded with hundreds of phone calls, messages and e-mails, begging me to come to Houston, for our calendar signings at Murder By The Book Store this Saturday, and the Barnes and Noble -Town and Country, on Sunday! In fact, today I received the sweetest and kindest handwritten letter, from a woman, Linda T., who I’ve never met. Linda lives in Harker Heights, up near the Belton and Killeen area. She is a former race car driver—and she has offered to drive me to Houston, and bring me back home safely! Linda’s letter touched my heart, as did all of the e’s and phone calls urging me to come to Houston this weekend.

Y’all, I can’t go to Houston this weekend, because I’m truly scared to death of big cities, and the fast-paced traffic. I can’t go because of health reasons. Seriously, big city traffic causes me so much stress, that I am afraid, it truly might cause me to have a heart attack. I didn’t use to be this way, but after living in the Texas Hill Country for over thirteen years, with no traffic anywhere, and now being fifty-seven years old, it is best that I stay home, with Tony, at the rescue ranch. I hope that y’all will understand, and I do appreciate all of the messages.

“Nance,” Kinky said, earlier this evening, while I was over there. “Mr. Magoo is fat! He has got to go on a diet!” Then Kinky reached into a box, and handed his dog, another dog biscuit! Then Kinky opened up a large can of dog food, and filled the paper plates scattered around the ‘big room.’ Gooie then went from plate to plate, as fast as he could, devouring all of the canned dog food! “What am I going to do?” Kinky asked, as Mr. Magoo raced past him—into the kitchen.

“Kinky quit feeding him so much,” I said. “You’re over feeding him, has made him the President of ‘The Friedman Fat Boy Club!’ Gooie just nudged my hand and said, ‘Shut up, Nancy! I’m working him!’” Kinky started laughing, and then he gave Goo-Man another dog treat!

Y’all have a great evening and take care!