Saturday, October 6, 2007

God Bless Texas

Before I lived in Texas, I used to marvel at the people that I met that were from here. Without exception, every Texan that I met would repeatedly refer to what a marvelous place it was. How Everything is Bigger in Texas. That all their Ex's live in Texas. And that you don't ever, ever Mess with Texas. It always intrigued me that they held so much loyalty to their state, even years after they had moved away.

Then I moved here. And I now I totally understand.

Don't get me wrong, I don't own any sequined Texas flag vests, or even any sparkly rhinestone jewelry shaped like the state. I don't wear a cowboy hat or big teased-up hair. Yes, there are plenty of people here who do, but thankfully I am not one of them. (When we moved here, my brother-in-law's parting words to me were, "Good luck in Texas...Don't let your hair get too big.")

But there is something contagious about the pride of Texans. And it has started rubbing off on me. I started listening to country music. I don't like all of it, but I like some of it. And the funny thing is, I've hated it all of my life until recently. I own some cowboy boots. They are very uncomfortable, but I have been known to break them out for a night on the town. Well, once anyway. I don't get out on the town that much.

About a year ago, Greg and I took the kids to the rodeo, thinking it would be something we might enjoy making fun of. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was the MOST fun thing EVER, and that we try to drag every one of our out of town guests there to prove it to them.

I'm starting to wonder if there is some brainwashing involved. Like maybe down in Austin there is a secret government headquarters producing propaganda to convince us that Texas is great. Otherwise, everyone might move away in July and August when it feels like we live two doors down from hell.

I know the kids here are brainwashed; public schoolchildren pledge allegiance to the Texas flag, for instance. I'm not making this up. They really do.

Also, they get an entire day off of school in order to attend the Texas State Fair. Every school district in our metro area has a certain day that they are out of school to go to a fair. And each student gets a free ticket. Now the Fair is a big deal, in case you didn't know. People around here don't ask if you are going to the fair, they ask what day. The first year that I lived here, I didn't go to the fair. It didn't seem like that big of a deal to me. When I said that to people, they looked at me as if I was insane.

But this year? We wouldn't miss the Fair. And the kids keep asking me when they can go back to the rodeo. Oh, and when we do, I'll probably wear my boots. Yee-ha.

But if at any time you see me flying the Texas state flag off the back of my minivan, or if I one day announce that I have purchased a large Lone Star State belt buckle, or even if you feel that my hair has gotten taller than the nationally accepted level, please, please stage an intervention. At the Rodeo, hair still normal size. Notice all the cowboy hats in the background.


  1. HEHE!! That's so true...but I only thought it was true of the small towns in Texas. Whenever I'd go visit my grandma in East Bumble we'd always go to the small town closest to her and I'd see all these clothes and think...I could wear that...I could totally change the fashion of L'ville to good 'ol country fashion!! But it really only fits in Texas, doesn't it?? We did go to a rodeo, but I was a teenager then and didn't like it...but I guess as a teenager that was my not like ANYTHING!! I'll have to come visit you guys and see it from an adult presepective!! Oh...and I do have a cowboy hat...I'll be sure to bring it!!

  2. When I first moved to NC from Texas I was still wearing my boots, dinner plate belt buckle, cowboy hat, and when weather called for it, my oilskin ankle duster.... 1/2 the people thought I was insane ... the other 1/2 were jealous :-)

  3. My sister moved to Texas ten years ago and all her children have been born there. She loves it, and has completely absorbed Texas culture. She is currently debated whether or not to install longhorn cattle coat racks for the kids.

  4. Ok, Mark, for the record, I was in the 1/2 that thought (think) you were insane. In no way, shape or form was I jealous. I have lived in TX and I guess, praise Jesus, I escaped the brain washing. I *HATE* Texas. In my mind there are only three good things about TX and they are as follows:

    Taco Cabana
    Taco Bueno
    and Grandy's.

    That's it. Thankyouverymuch.


  5. oh, you are lovely! Love the picture!

    and if texas is "two doors down from hell", is Louisiana hell? Just sitting here in Louisiana, wondering? ;)

  6. Maypole,
    Oh, that made me laugh. Let me state for the record that I do NOT think that Louisiana is hell. I have way too many relatives there to get away with that. And technically, wouldn't TWO doors down be Mississippi? I'm just saying.

  7. oooh! i want to go to the rodeo!

  8. See, when I finally make it to Texas to see you (and I am still plannin on it now that I have stopped birthin all these babies) you will have to take me to the Rodeo. Just so I can make fun of it you know.

    And your hair is totally cute in that picture.

  9. You are so very right! I moved to Texas when I was 13 and was very happy to stay for nine years. I come back to visit every chance I get, and if my career allowed it, I'd move back in a heartbeat. I share some of what I love about Texas with my friends in California, the food mostly, and hold the rest dear to my heart. There's a saying for people like us: I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could.

  10. ok... I just wanna say that I have a hard time imagining you listening to country music.


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