Showing posts with label Goober Twins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goober Twins. Show all posts
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Remembering A Twin Bluff In Utah With The Goobers
The photo you see here showed up in my Microsoft OneDrive Memories of the Day, today.
I know what I am seeing in this photo, and who I am seeing, and when this photo memory happened.
In October. Not July. And, I think the year was 1998.
Booking ending Wanda, in the middle, are the entities known as the Goober Twins, Big Ed on the left, Wally on the right.
Wally is Wanda's first husband.
The trio is standing in the town of Bluff, in Utah, known for the twin pillars you see behind the Goober Twins.
I have not been in Utah for a couple decades. The last time, I think, was whilst driving back to Washington in early August of 2001. During the last decade of the last century, I was finding myself in Utah once a year, usually.
It is a tad odd this photo of the Goober Twins showed up today. Yesterday was the twin's birthday.
Happy birthday, Goober Twins...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Happy Birthday To The Goober Twins From Another HOT Sunday In Texas
As you can see, looking out my primary viewing portal on the outdoor world, I am up early this next to last Sunday of July.
July 24 is the Goober Twin's birthday. Big Ed and Wally are at least 39 years old today. Maybe older.
Yesterday I saw disturbing evidence that something unwanted is moving into my neighborhood. Later this morning I will go get some photographic evidence of the incoming intruder.
This morning we are already heated to 83.7, heading to a scheduled high of 103. I do not know how many days in a row over 100 we've been burned with, currently, here in North Texas. Or how close we are to breaking the record for number of 100 degree days in a row.
The sun has now completed its daily morning illumination task. Which means it is now time to go swimming.
July 24 is the Goober Twin's birthday. Big Ed and Wally are at least 39 years old today. Maybe older.
Yesterday I saw disturbing evidence that something unwanted is moving into my neighborhood. Later this morning I will go get some photographic evidence of the incoming intruder.
This morning we are already heated to 83.7, heading to a scheduled high of 103. I do not know how many days in a row over 100 we've been burned with, currently, here in North Texas. Or how close we are to breaking the record for number of 100 degree days in a row.
The sun has now completed its daily morning illumination task. Which means it is now time to go swimming.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Celebrating Goober Twin Birthdays While Thinking About Saloon Hopping With Elsie Hotpepper While Cicada Mate

It being July 24 it is the Happy Birthday of the Goober Twins, Big Ed and Wally. Big Ed is 47, while Wally turns 67 today. Due to some sort of complicated genetic difference the twins aged at different rates, starting from the time they were birthed, decades ago.
I thought about going saloon hopping with Elsie Hotpepper Friday night, doing the hopping in her Bartmobile. But, I was too tired for a long night of Hotpepper saloon hopping.
Maybe I'll be more energetic tonight.
I was not the only one in my D/FW Metroplex zone of Texas to make note of yesterday's storm causing a quick 20 degree temperature drop that was quite refreshing. Steve A was pedalling his bike in the Alliance/Gateway zone when the temperature drop hit him.
Steve A's bike speedometer/odometer has a thermometer. I did not know that was an available option. It's like me and cell phones. I've fallen way behind the times.
It is only 78 out there right now at about half past 6. Something has gotten my herd of cicadas all riled up. I've seldom heard them in such a mating frenzy. The Angelina Jolie/Marilyn Monroe/Elizabeth Taylor (in her prime) cicada equivalent, must be being busy flirting in the Magnolia trees that surround my pool.
The cicadas have now gone dead silent, replaced by birds tweeting. A bug must have gotten lucky with Jolie/Marilyn/Elizabeth.
The sun has now almost totally lit up the place. Time to go swimming for an hour or two.
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