July 2005 Archives

On May 25th of this year, I moved to Laredo, Texas. Why? It was the nearest place I could find upon leaving Nuevo Laredo, Mexico!

I'm currently living with a friend, whose address should probably remain unknown except to the very Wise. But it will be a moot point rather soon, at least I'm hoping, because I plan to move into a new place by the end of the month, God willing.

This got me thinking. In the unlikely event that anyone would want to send me anything via postal mail, they would probably already know my address, right? And if not, they would probably know my phone number or email address in order to ask me.

In any case, I can still receive mail at the P.O. Box. If you don't know the P.O. Box address, email me!

I never would have believed it, but I now own a complete set of colored pants--Wrangler jeans, to be more accurate. I've got black, red, grey, cream, and two pairs of green. We're talking denim, here. I took my old blue jeans to a friend, whose aunt is a professional seamstress, to be mended. My jeans had two holes, one of which was in a rather unfortunate location, that were getting larger at an alarming rate. My friend conveniently forgot, however, to bring my jeans to her aunt; she gave me the colored pants, instead, which had been donated to her brother, but which were the wrong size for him. Fortunately for me, though, they only needed to be shortened a few inches.

The moral of the story? The holier you are, the more colorful you can become!