Big balls in Cowtown

I couldn't take another Sunday like the last. Let's just say that I, along with a close circle of friends, were recipients of the stomach bug that's been going around. I've spent the last week recovering and trying to catch up on the work I missed.

So I woke up early this morning. Would you believe 8:00 A.M.? Yah, I know. I would never normally get up that early, and I had planned on sleeping the day away and maybe, just maybe, throwing in a load of laundry. But after doing some dishes, opening some windows, and seeing the pretty day that awaited, I made a phone call.

Lolo was game for anything. We ended up on the road to Ft. Worth.

Our first stop would be the infamous Joe T. Garcia's. Ever been? The food is good, but what people really go for is the atmosphere. It's awesome! When the weather is as perfect as it was today, you just have to go. Apparently the rest of the metroplex feels the same way because this is what we saw when we walked up:

We didn't care. Yes, we were starving. Yes, there were annoying people in front of us. Yes, there were a million other places we could go. But, NO, we didn't want to.

After waiting for almost an hour....

Sweet bliss! We were in. Now the picture just doesn't do it justice. But you should be made aware of the fact that just to the right of the blonde's head is a fountain that cascades water into a crystal clear pool with colorful flowers. Now picture that while imagining a margarita in your hand and hearing the sizzle of fajitas nearby. Perfect.

We had originally planned to follow Joe's with the Ft. Worth Zoo. But seeing as they closed at 4:00, and we were still sipping on our strawberry margaritas at 3:15, we made an executive decision to see the animals another day.

Upon leaving we decided to hit up Sundance Square. We'd both heard about it, but had never really explored, so we were off. We followed the signs and after only a few wrong turns, there we were. You know you've made it when you see cattle- like this:


and bumper stickers, like this:
After all, they don't call it Cowtown for nuthin.

Now the thing is, after sipping on margaritas and drinking lots of water while sitting in the beautiful sun, you get carried away and forget about things like going to the bathroom. So once we parked the car in a spot almost guaranteeing a ticket, we set off in hopes of finding a Ladies' Room. The flower shop was closed, the cute boutique had a rather large "RESTROOM NOT OPEN TO PUBLIC" sign posted on the only door in the place, and it just didn't seem right to walk into some random eatery and head straight to the head. And as if the gods themselves had cleared the path, there it was. Barnes and Noble. We made a beeline. Finding the restroom was a bit difficult as there were two floors, multiple nooks and crannies, and confusing signs leading into all sorts of odd corners. We got there. But only after running into this:
Yep. That's a horse's ass. That statue was two stories high! Again, only in Ft. Worth.

Anyway, we browsed, considered purchasing, but decided against it instead opting to head back to Big D and go plant shopping. She needed a cubicle pick-me-up for her desk at work, and I needed a replacement for Fred Junior Jr. That's TWO Jr's- no mistake. (Fred and Fred Jr. are both deceased, may they rest in peace.) I guess my new plant will be Fred Junior Junior Jr. So we tried a place, it was a no-go, and then settled on our staple- Home Depot. And when we pulled up- in typical Lolo and Lindsay fashion- there were cop cars everywhere! I believe our count was nine cars and one paddy wagon. You KNOW we pulled up within 30 feet of the action and sat in the car staring. We just HAD to find out the haps. Once the two arrestees were hauled off, we jumped out and asked the two employees watching the whole thing what had happened. Turns out there had been some sort of chase. These two guys had stolen an air conditioning unit and ran from the cops. The dummies pulled into the Home Depot parking lot which has only one way in and one way out. They may have had a gun, too. So exciting! We shopped, found our plants, and after emerging from the store found only this left:


Bummer. I sure wish I'd had the guts to take a pic when all nine cars were still there. Oh well. You get the idea.

The evening was winding down, Lo had dropped me off. I had potted my plants, and I thought I'd settle in and watch a show or two. My tele has been acting up quite a bit lately, and the hard kicks to the floor are no longer stopping the screen from jumping. Even worse, the image has been scrunching up to about half its usual size and running black lines across, sort of bar code looking. Patience usually takes care of the problem. Within a few minutes the screen is back to it's usual, slightly blurry, self. But not this time. The tv scrunched, bar codes ensued, and then...

nothing. At all. I tried turning the power on and off, on and off again, but- nothing. I can clearly hear the power trigger some electric buzz, but there's no screen, no sound, no visual reaction at all. It's gone guys. Just gone. This is it, your last chance to see this wondrous tv that may actually be older than Hannah Montana. Take a good, long look. This puppy will be gone soon, off to the heavens of televisions or the city dump. Whichever.

But the plants look good right?

And that's it. What could have been an incredibly boring, sleepy, bummer of a Sunday- seeing as it is the first Sunday with no football in about 5 months- ended up being quite entertaining and productive. There were cows! There were cops! There were plants! And then, as with the tv, the lights went out.