Today on the light rail, I met Mister Rogers.

This little old man sat down next to me a few stops after mine. I was sitting in one of the handicapped seats so it’s no wonder he chose the seat next to me. He looked like an older version of Mister Rogers, if that’s even possible.

MisterRogers: “Thats a nice phone you got there, is it one of them eye screen phones?”
Me: I smile. “No it’s not an iPhone, this is a palm pre.”
MisterRogers: “I seen a commercial bout that one where the lady is walkin and she swipes the thing to the side.”
I’m incredibly impressed with this man’s knowledge of technology..he has to be like 85…
Me: “Yep that’s it.”
He pulls out his phone to show me..it’s a flip phone, just like Matt Johnson uses.
MisterRogers: “My kids gave me this phone. It doesn’t do anything cool, but I get to talk to my grandkids so I guess that’s pretty cool.”
Damn you old man for reminding me I need to call my grandma….
Me: “Yeah that’s pretty neat.”
MisterRogers: “Well this is my stop. I’m going to the museum today. Have a nice day and keep that pretty smile of yours.”

How sweet. An old man made my day. I kind of wanted to get off and go to the museum with him, maybe he’s secretly really smart like Mister Rogers.

Moral of the story: Old people are cute, so you should donate to my blondes vs. brunettes game benefiting Alzheimer’s.

Welcome to the new website, still some bugs I have to work out and pages to complete but I hope you like. Special thanks to Chris for making this design..I recommend him for all of your website designing needs.

Today on the light rail, I saw Sidd Sinha’s twin.

If you don’t know Sidd, you probably want to stop reading this because you won’t think this is funny.  And you’re probably wondering why I don’t have a picture of this kid…well I couldn’t get a good angle, but he’s a picture of Sidd and I swear the guy looks exactly like him:

The guy even had the same goofy drawstring backpack Sidd used to carry around.

Today on the light rail, it is super crowded.

Yes I’m blogging from the light rail so excuse the grammar mistakes.

First of all, I waited 10 minutes for the train to come.  You can imagine all the restless people waiting with me.  Then when I’m finally on, the stupid driver is all like “you know dis train aint gunna move till you all clear tha do way”.  Then we sit at the stop for 5 minutes when she finally opens the door and a man by me says “f this, I’ll go for the next one.” and gets off.

That’s ok and all, but the next train will be just as full.

Moral of the Story: Not my fault if I infect all these Houstonians with influenza…Metro should have more double car trains.

Today on the light rail, I wanted to sit down.

As soon as I stepped on the light rail this morning, my mission was to find an empty seat.  I’m not feeling well today and the last thing I wanted to do was stand and hold on to a pole with my sickly hands.  There was a seat open next to this woman, but she had her feet propped up and her jar of red seeds sitting in the seat next to her.  Her shoes were off.  Gross. I don’t care that she had socks on. Still. Gross.

Now timeout for a second, I know Austin just opened a new metrorail that takes an hour to get from Leander to Downtown, but in Houston the longest amount of time you can possibly be on the lightrail is 30 minutes end to end.  With that being said, is it really necessary for you to pull out your bird seeds and chomp on them with your shoes off, taking up two seats???  I didn’t think so.

I was standing up trying to take a picture of this woman but didn’t get one until the next stop when a man got on the train and asked the lady to move so he could sit down.  He was clearly annoyed.

Today on the light rail, I encountered some cowboys.

Yeah I thought it was a little early in the morning for the Rodeo, too, but I think they were heading out to reliant to chill with their livestock. You know, maybe weigh their cows or something.

There were open seats available in my favorite area of the train but people were blocking it, so I was stuck standing next to these men, probably in their 50s..maybe younger…I have no concept of age. Of course they were wearing giant belt buckles, tight jeans, boots, and cowboy hats..oh and some jackets that had their team name on it, I suppose. But like I always say, this guy is the only man that looks good in tight jeans. I guess I missed out on that gene every other girl in Texas has..you know the “cowboy butts drive me nuts” gene. I think I’m homozygous dominate for preferring a Northeastern attitude mixed with a Texas soul. (yeah I realize that makes no sense to you, but it makes sense in my head)

Nonetheless, I talked to these fellers…and by talked, I mean I made one comment until I realized I didn’t feel like talking to people that don’t speak correct English.

Cowboy1: (insert incredibly hick accent here) “I tell you wut…dem bullriders this year be really good.”
Cowboy2: “Mmmmmhhhmmmm.”
Yes, I invited myself into this conversation.
Me: “I like mutton bustin’. Cracks me up.”
Cowboy1: “HAHAHAHA. Thas a gOOd one too. Those there are some tough kids, I tell you what.”
I laugh.

The cowboys continue talking about random rodeo stuff. They were probably talking about how much beef they get to eat once they buy all the steer. It was too early in the morning for me to be paying attention.

Moral of the story: Wake up in the mornin feelin like Garth Brooks….

yes, I’ve been listening to too much Ke$ha this morning.