GO’s Sand Bucket, by Georgia Osten

GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.

Happy Mardi Gras

GO's Sand Bucket-Happy Mardi GrasBy Georgia Osten
Another year, I’ve lost count. I vaguely remember one year, we sat on the side of the road, it was just as cold and just as miserable as it was Saturday, but we had a grand time then, and we had a grand time Saturday. For the past 5 or 6 years, we’ve been driving two golf carts. We always have the Crab Fest cart, the one being raffled on

Bamboozled

GO's Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
Hustled, Yep, I think that about sums it up. And she did it with such finesse, I didn’t see it coming, and I didn’t realize I’d been hustled until I got home. We spent a quiet dinner with some friends at Ocean Grille the other night, having our favorite – Fish Tacos! The conversation went round and round, finally stopping on the subject of

Old Friends

By Georgia Osten
I know we’re over 4 months away from the Crab Festival, but I always get excited when all my past Crab Vendors begin contacting me wanting to come back. It’s like family I haven’t seen for a year or so. I guess this is probably going to be my 4th or 5th year, I can’t remember. I begin preparing before the end of the year, concentrating on the food vendors,

Okay, did I learn my lesson?

GO's Sand Bucket 012318By Georgia Osten
You better Hong Kong Believe it Sweetheart!
Every time I cruise down I-45 toward town or coming back from town, I will think about the 305 minutes I will never get back. I just spent the better part of yesterday, first thing this morning and this afternoon upon returning from work on my Defensive Driving Safety Exam. Yep, 305 minutes out

Rally Round

Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
Any crisis, any family milestone, MY family really steps up to the plate. Thank God we don’t have too many, but when we do, we sure know we can depend on one another. Our youngest recently flew into town from North Carolina and was picked up by our daughter-in-law. After visiting with the Littles, she was joined by our oldest daughter, and on they

Tis the (Other) Season

Family Hunt - GrantBy Georgia Osten
My husband came down with “the crud” on the day we returned from our Christmas trip to North Carolina. It took me a whole week later to get it, he was recovering by then. The guys’ annual hunting trip took place last weekend along with my Girls’ Weekend. Seventeen guys took off to the Bandera area, we couldn’t wait to see the pics of who got the

Christmases Past

Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
There’s not a Christmas that goes by that I don’t remember that Christmas of 2001. The family was stationed in San Antonio, so that was our destination, Santa’s sleigh was weighed down with goodies. The kids were very young, only one of our children was married. We had two grandchildren by then. Our son-in-law was deployed,

Our Annual Christmas Journey

GO's Sand Bucket-Our Annual Christmas JourneyBy Georgia Osten
Yes, that’s what it’s turned into. For the last three years, we’ve left home for Christmas to spend the holiday with some of the younger generation. It was California in 2015 and North Carolina in 2016 & 2017. The trips to NC have been by car. We turn it into a 2-day trip, drive 12-13 hours the first day, stay in a La Quinta Dog Friendly Hotel, and the next

Gifts of time and love

Sand Bucket by Georgia OstenBy Georgia Osten
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly Merry Christmas.
Did you ever wonder what’s the difference between baking powder and baking soda? I recently questioned this when I realized I had made 3 loaves of Christmas bread to give as gifts and I had forgotten to add one

The Big Chase

Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
There we were, me and Maezy, Day 1 of our 4-day weekend, just the two of us. Ah, we were looking forward to whatever would come our way. It was a beautiful day, mellow temps, so I had the front door open like I usually do. One of the back windows was open to get a nice cross draft going. I, sitting at my computer, Maezy sleeping under my chair, when all

Time to Come Clean

Time to Come CleanBy Georgia Osten
We all have faults, some we hate to admit, but there comes a time when you just have to come clean with it. One of my major faults is a lead foot! I take a weekly trip into town usually on a Thursday. My trip takes me to Southeast Houston because that’s where I’m most comfortable these days, I know my way around town. Not to mention,

A grand Thanksgiving for ALL

A grand Thanksgiving for ALLBy Georgia Osten
After so many decades of preparing Thanksgiving dinner, I think it’s getting easier. Well, let’s say it’s not as mind-blowing and frazzling. We had a good crowd, minus 5 of some of the top players, but they were with us in thoughts and prayers. Everything seemed to be ready at the same time, which is a miracle in itself. No matter how scheduled, there’s always

I Call

By Georgia Osten
Yes, the house was rolling the other night. Hunting the next morning, so the boys were in town. Happy Hour began when Bill pulled into the driveway – Thanks Bill! Joe shows up with his baby lab – male and un-neutered, Matthew shows up with his two female dogs, who, along with Maezy, drove Cody crazy. He was overly amorous and quite confused

The Nutcracker Market

By Georgia Osten
A time-honored tradition – The Nutcracker Market! In November of each year, we look forward to abusing our bodies, feet, minds and souls. It’s more fun than a gaggle of geese, more fun than a marathon! OPEN THOSE DOORS! At 10 am, we’ve waited in line for approximately 30 minutes even though we pre-bought those $25 tickets for a

Social Butterfly

By Georgia Osten
Am I becoming my mother? I remember my mother talking to everyone, anyone, even complete strangers in the grocery store. “Mom, where do you know them from?” I found myself in The Big Store the other day, I went there to shop for mulch. I went back later to shop for bananas. I wonder why I can’t go once and get everything I need? Who knew The

Bon Appetit Y’all

By Georgia Osten
As I venture out of town every Thursday to do my shopping and carrying on, I’m always in the market for a lunch out, or maybe breakfast. One of my favorites is Jack in the Box tacos, even for breakfast. Two for $1. But wait, the other day, I had to pay $1.40. Are you telling me there’s 40 cents tax?? Maybe the price has gone up and I just didn’t

Sometimes, I think I must have the most interesting job in town.

By Georgia Osten
I get some doozy questions. My co-worker and I have considered writing a journal. Today, a lady came in with her husband and twin grands, a boy and a girl, identical. Well, as identical as you can be, being of the opposite sex. They were inquiring where to go crabbing, but the questions stemmed from what to use for bait to how to clean them. I had to

When life gives you lemons, just add vodka

GO-1017By Georgia Osten
As I sit here week after week writing a story, trying to be funny, maybe a little clever, I never realized I might be handed a bag of lemons. My daughter once told me she was going to quit Facebook, “it’s all about unreal stuff, everyone’s happy, there’s never a dull moment – it’s trash, it’s lies.” No kidding! Every time I post something on FB, it’s gotta be

Christmas Arrives Early

GO-1010By Georgia Osten
Oh what a milestone, my oldest granddaughter has left for college. Just the same as when her Mom, Aunt and Uncle went off to college, the care packages are flowing. How can you resist the Whataburger, Chile’s and Chick-fil-A gift cards in the checkout lanes of the grocery stores? Well, I can’t! I can’t let the girl starve, can I? Never a request or plea

Life is a Learning Process

GO-1003-0By Georgia Osten
Sometimes it’s the little things that count, things you take for granted. Somewhere along the path of growing up, our parents chose some highlights they insisted upon us learning. Like riding a bicycle, swimming lessons, dancing and/or playing a musical instrument. I’ll never forget learning to ride a bicycle, I don’t remember the tricycle except for

What to write about?

GO-0926By Georgia Osten,
As I sit here each week with a story to write, I’m always in a bit of a quandary on what exactly to write about. My first instinct is to write about something that recently happened, because it’s not that my life is all that exciting all the time. First of all, I’ve decided that this is the “Year of the Dentist” for me. I’m someone who has a phobia

A humbling experience

GO-0919By Georgia Osten
It’s been a wild September for hurricanes – Harvey, Irma, Jose, Katia, Lee & Maria is out there churning up some waves as we speak. We slipped unscathed from Harvey, but our neighbors to the South did not. We got a really ugly part of it though. We decided to stay, and as it turned out, I’m glad we did. If there had been a 15-foot storm surge

Birthdays come and they go

GO-0912-0By Georgia Osten
This year, mine was spent with a water shortage situation, and worse – no electricity for 25 hours. The question of where to go out for dinner to celebrate was pretty much out of the question. Nothing open! That’s okay, we had our generator going, which controls our bedroom with A/C and the refrigerator in the kitchen. We plugged in

Reflections

GO-0905By Georgia Osten
As I sit here and reflect over the past couple of weeks, I realize how blessed we are. So much devastation all around us, we have so much to be thankful for. Our family urged us over and over again to leave the beach, “come to our house in Pearland or League City”. We, of course told them we would if things got worse, but we stayed home. We

Cabin Fever

GO-0829By Georgia Osten
We’re going on Day 5 of Hurricane Harvey. I know my husband wishes I had gone back to work today, but guess what? I’M NOT GOING!! Before the storm hit, our family offered refuge at their houses – Pearland and League City. “No, we’ll be fine, we’ll leave if they tell us to.” We put anything that could blow into the garage, tied down

Back to School

GO-0822By Georgia Osten
Means back to planning and preparing lunches. Ah, I remember it well. A far back memory is my school mates teasing me about my chip-eating technique, grabbing a chip out of the bag and taking a bite out of a chip instead of putting the whole thing in my mouth. Still eat chips the same way. Breakfast was cereal, Mom would always let the

Waffle House

GO-0815By Georgia Osten
One of the fun things about missing mass on a Saturday evening here at home, is going to Winnie for 7am mass on Sunday, leaving the house at 6:15am. What? Doesn’t sound like fun to you? Sorry for being a little silly … contrary to my usually serious Sand Buckets. The highlight of my trip to Winnie for mass early on a Sunday morning is not only

Friends

GO-0808By Georgia Osten
They’re a dime a dozen – NOT!!! I can count my good friends on one hand, no, probably less than one hand. I don’t mean the ones you see at the Poker Run, the ones you haven’t seen since this time last year, the ones you casually hug “how you doing?” and so on. And, I don’t mean the ones you see once a month at Bunko or each Sunday at

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