Popsicle Sticks in the Rain/Sandcastles in the Sun

Barry and I just got through watching the Belmont horse races. We were so inspired, we ran out in the rain and raced our popsicle sticks. Blanco won by a longshot, orange came in a close second, and a newcomer, Spilt, came in third. Then Barry had to pee real bad, so we ran across the neighbors big yard acting like their children act when they run across our yard. It was a welcomed break from reality.

Earlier we went to Galveston and watched as many people were busy building elaborate sandcastles for a prize. There were many excellect entries, such as Homer Simpson, "Lord of the Rings," (donuts); Martha Stewart, "Extreme Makeover," (half of her face was normal and the other half beatup and smoking a cigarette); San Antonio missions,and Clifford the Big Red Dog. There were a lot of dogs out there, too. Real ones of all shapes and sizes. I got overheated and had to go to the pavillion for some shade and a hotdog. There we got to watch people attempt to ride a mechanical bull. A drunk fat woman tried her luck and began screaming before it started. I got a good laugh out of that. She reminded me of Alice Jean. She finally fell off with a thump (after it started).

We met up with Ronnie and Judy and the kids. Judy's brother was involved with Clifford's sandcastle. They looked hot. Judy found the free beer, so they both had one. Judy began dancing and acting silly. I told them she had one too many. They are still there. I hope they make it home o.k.

More later.