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.

Lovely Weather

By Georgia Osten
Well, as usual, Spring Break has come and gone, and it was some of the worst weather in Spring Break history. Very typical, if you ask me. On Saturday, I had this unusual desire to grill something, no, I’m not a griller. We had these shrimp already thawed, and I thought “wouldn’t shrimp on the barbie be nice.” You know, kabobs with

Creepy Crawlers

By Georgia Osten
I was going to Galveston this weekend anyway to shop at Tom’s Thumb, but someone told me about Joe’s Country Store – in Santa Fe on their website, in LaMarque on my phone directions! Either way, I got lost because of all the construction on I-45 (what a mess)! Of course, I picked one of the coldest Spring days ever. As I went

Spring Break

By Georgia Osten
Yep, I think it’s already started. I know we have a couple, kind of overlapping. The first one is a bit more mild, prepping us for the Real Thing. It’s okay, Bring It! After years and years of living here at the beach, and after a “Jeep Weekend,” we can sure handle a little Spring Break action. Let’s face it, Spring Break still involves

Teasers

By Georgia Osten
The weather, that’s what I’m talking about.
Wow, what a beautiful weekend we had. Texas Crab Festival got out there and started selling raffle tickets for a cool golf cart. It’s got a lot of get-up-and-go. I know because I got to drive it in the Mardi Gras parade. I coaxed a couple of friends to come with me to help throw stuff:

Ding Ding Ding – Which Oven is it?

By Georgia Osten
I’m a sucker for recipes, I collect them all the time. Recently, I went through my recipe notebook and weeded out old recipes, mostly ones I’ve never cooked, and some I don’t cook anymore. I probably decreased the size of that notebook by a half. I get an email from Pinterest daily. I’m intrigued by recipes and haircuts. Pinterest must know,

Lend Me Some Sugar, I Am Your Neighbor

By Georgia Osten
Okay, so maybe you’re not an Usher fan, maybe you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about. It was 20 years ago; Shake it like a polaroid picture. Half time show aside, what an exciting Super Bowl game Sunday night! I must admit, I’m not a true-blue football fan, but when the commercials are “not to be missed,” and the half time show

Like ‘em hot?

By Georgia Osten
I’ve been a fan of these pickled sweet jalapenos ever since we met Jerry & Bonnie! Come to think of it, my husband used to work with Bonnie back in his Schlumberger days. I guess I only met them since we’ve lived here at the beach. They always send the nicest Christmas gifts. I would look forward to Bonnie’s sweet jalapenos each

Celebrate

By Georgia Osten
It’s that time of year around this family! We started off the New Year with our oldest handsome Grandson’s Birthday, January 8th. Grant turned 22. Twenty-two years ago, I was allowed in the delivery room to witness Grant’s birth. It was scary and I knew I was in the way, but I tried to remain calm while the doctor and assistants

As If

By Georgia Osten
At breakfast the other morning, we were sitting at Waffle House with our daughter and son-in-law talking about an article the kids had read in an Extract from 1950 Home Economics Book – Tips to Look After Your Husband!
Unbelievable, unless you happened to be around back then. I happened to be around back

Arctic Blast

By Georgia Osten
Yep, it’s going to be Winter for a few days. I hope you’re prepared. Maezy doesn’t know the difference, so she was ready to go for her morning trip to the beach. She was already wearing her fur coat. A true Beach Lover, that girl. Funny thing, this morning when PawPaw and Maezy went to “the dog park,” our thermometer read

Happy New Year

GO’s Sand Bucket By Georgia Osten
A lovely New Year tradition, meeting up with friends on the beach. Thanks to Elaine & Dennis who came back to the beach to enjoy friends, as tradition will have it! We waited til dark to drive on down. They told us where they’d be set up and by golly, you couldn’t miss it. The gang was gathered. Janie, coordinated all the goodies

Superstitions

By Georgia Osten
There are a few typical superstitions to Southerners. Around here, we all believe that black eyed peas are a must for our New Years Day dinner. I’m cooking mine as we speak. I thought I had a package in my pantry but was sadly mistaken. I went to The Big Store on Friday to find my favorite brand, Camelia, no luck. Are you kidding

Ready to Hit the Road

By Georgia Osten
Yep, I finally finished all my shopping. Even grocery shopping. Certainly, there’ll be more groceries to get once I get to Florida. Tomorrow, Santa aka PawPaw will deliver goodies to the families going to Colorado and Oklahoma. Then, we’ll be ready to head out on our trip on Wednesday. I do have some more baking to do. Gotta do the

Ho-Ho-Ho – Three Santas in One Day

GO’s Sand Bucket By Georgia Osten
We got one of our Christmas wishes this past weekend. THE LITTLES!!! All three Littles came to visit Grandma and PawPaw! We got them on Saturday just in time to go see Santa #1 at the Eagles. The three boys, Pierce, Riggs & Fisher were greeted with a plate full of cookies and a sleigh made of chocolates and

Stressed…

Nope, not yet!
By Georgia Osten
I am trying to keep up with wrapping presents, and I’m happy to say that yesterday, I got pretty much caught up. Good feeling, I managed to clear the kitchen island of ribbon and the kitchen counters are rid of wrapping paper. For now, anyway!

Gobble Gobble

GO’s Sand Bucket By Georgia Osten
What a relaxing and satisfying Thanksgiving we had! I took Wednesday off because I was a little stressed. No reason, that’s just the way I get. We had fewer people than we anticipated due to illness in the family, the day before Thanksgiving a couple of our guests had to leave for Uvalde. We pulled it together though.

Living at the Seashore

GO’s Sand Bucket By Georgia Osten
I’ve decided to resume strolling on the beach again. I say again, maybe it’s been 10 or so years ago. It’s been since our beach became more crowded and popular. We’ve always taken our Maezy Fur Baby down twice a day, but this is different. Well, first of all, on one of our Maezy trips, I began casually looking for

HEB Here We Come!

GO’s Sand Bucket  By Georgia Osten
Casually sitting around a table the other night at another function, discussion came up about HEB. I think what actually brought it on was the cake we were having at Dennis & Elaine’s Moving Away Party. The cake, which, by the way, was delicious, happened to come from HEB. I usually use a lady from Port Bolivar to bake our

Way Down Yonder

GO’s Sand Bucket By Georgia Osten
You’ll never guess where we went last weekend. Nothing like a kinda spur of the moment trip. Our Granddaughter, Addyson, happened to be in a Crew competition in of all places – Chattanooga! To my knowledge, I’ve never been to Nashville or Chattanooga. We flew from Houston with our oldest daughter. It was a straight

A Fun-Packed Weekend

Most of it anyway …
GO’s Sand Bucket, By Georgia Osten
Our farewell to Dennis & Elaine was difficult, we knew it would be. It’s difficult to say goodbye to dear friends who are more like family. Like family, it’s not “goodbye,” but it’s all about plans to see them again. When you have plans, there’s no goodbyes!

Something Lost

GO’s Sand Bucket, By Georgia Osten
Okay, let me get this off my chest first of all – Those fickle little birds are driving me crazy. Just when I think they’re gone, I’ll see one flitting around my tree. Okay, I’ll go get the feeders out AGAIN. I decided, well if this is my only one, I’ll get only one feeder out and I’ll fill it halfway. Well, then, wouldn’t you know it, here come

You Could’ve Knocked Me Over With a Feather

By Georgia Osten
I’m not sure why, but the other day, my husband asked me if I wanted to have a chicken coup. I love animals, but chickens?? Number 1, they’re not cuddly; Number 2, they have these sharp beaks, & Number 3, they poop everywhere. Don’t get me wrong, I love birds though, I’ve had parakeets when I was a little girl. My first parakeet

Sweets for the Sweets

By Georgia Osten
Well, as someone very close to me would say, “you indulge them, you enable them,” and I guess I do. They’re my extended family, my other kids you might say. This time of year, all the stores are stocked with Halloween candy and it’s difficult to resist. The prices are great, and the selection is bountiful! And, the bottom drawer of

Games Anonymous

By Georgia Osten
I actually looked it up to see if it exists. It does! I thought it would be like AA – Alcoholics Anonymous, a kind of self-help group with local meeting places where you could go to discuss your shortcomings and how to deal with your addiction. Nope, it was an actual Game Store in Albuquerque. I guess you can tell,

Pictures Don’t Lie

By Georgia Osten
This week has been fairly busy, a meeting with friends on Tuesday to discuss Crab Festival 5K. Wednesday was the Sheriff’s get together with Ray Nolen and Jimmy Fullen, I already knew who I’d vote for. Then, Hubby had to go into town to stay with The Littles, I made my Bombastic Pizza and watched the beginning of

My Grass is Smiling

By Georgia Osten
Well, some of it anyway. We finally got some much-needed rain. How delightful! I have no idea what’s going to happen to the overgrown sloughs. Do you think the brackish water will kill them? Or does someone like Road and Bridge need to come clean them out? I don’t think in over ten years, I’ve ever seen it

Time to Shop

By Georgia Osten
We were invited to stay with The Littles this weekend while the parents went to the Oklahoma v. Arizona football game in Arizona. Camber happens to be an alumnus of OSU and the whole Pearson family never misses a game! Camber said it was 107 degrees in the stands, OUCH! We arrived in Friendswood early enough to meet the kids

Another Trip Around the Sun

By Georgia Osten
Yep, another year older and another year wiser. You’re right, forget the second part of that statement. Just talking with a sister-in-law who will be turning 70 in the next couple of weeks. I think 70 is the turning point in growing old. I used to think 50 was, but oh, how I’d love to go back in time. I’m not sure what I’d do differently, but I’d sure

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