Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Top Ten Observations (so far) Upon My New Home State

I was told that a true Texan doesn't complain about the heat. May I make an observation or two about that? Thankyouverymuch.

Every Texan I have come across in my three weeks of being a Texan (a-hem) has complained about the weather. 

Therefore, I am not ashamed to say, "Dang!  It's hot!"  I cannot remember a time I was more thankful for air conditioning and automatic ice makers.  Do you know that you can buy ice makers and set them right there on your counter - no refrigerator freezer needed?  Ye-haw!

Every Texan I have come across in the three weeks of being a Texan wished that ol' Don, The-Tropical-Depression-That-Couldn't,  hadn't fizzled into nothingness. I do believe it's the first time in the history of mankind that an entire state wished for a hurricane to hit.

Complete strangers will walk up to you at the WalMarts, put their hand on your shoulder and ask you how you and your cattle are coping in the Dadgum Drought.

This summer will forever be etched in my mind as The Dadgum Drought of 2011.

I have never, ever encountered a group of people, whatever the size, that have as much fierce loyalty to their state as Texans.  Yeah, I've seen college team loyalty.  I have seen NFL loyalties.  I have seen loyalty that borders on the insane when it comes to reality tv.  But there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING that even comes close to the intense pride and patriotism that is found in a Texan.   NOTHING.  (Sorry for yelling.)

It's kinda mesmerizing for an Ohioan who has always felt indifferent about living in their particular state.   Ohio is great, don't get me wrong (yay for four distinct seasons!), but I doubt most Ohioans remember what the state flag looks like, let alone hang it from every window.

Texans hang their state flag or a picture of their state from every window in their house.  It can be seen on every piece of clothing, shoe wear and handbag or backpack.  Okay, okay - that is a blatant lie fib.  But there is a reason for the stereotype.  I'm just sayin'.

Everything really is bigger in Texas.  The spiders are the size of rodents.  And they are so fierce that they lie in wait for you to try and kill them.  They don't skitter away, oh no.  They laugh and jump at you the moment they see the sole of your shoe coming toward them.  I so wish I was kidding.

It sure is HOT here in Texas!

(This here post was created with Oh Amanda's Top Ten Tuesday in mind.  Check out the other Top Tens)

Counting it all air conditioned joy,


  1. Hey! Welcome to Texas! Yes, its' hot, hot, hot. Hotter than usual, but not by much. And no, you don't get used to it. I've lived here all my life and I hibernate in my air conditioned house from June to September. However, you will love the weather here in the winter. You can practically be outside every single day. It's fabulous.

  2. Loved this list! Number nine had me laughing at the mental image.

    My sister lives in Houston; I visited one time in the summer. Through the sweat and gasping for breath, I raised my hand to the heavens and swore never again! It is just that hot. I really feel for you.

    Stopping by from Oh Amanda's.

  3. Thank you, Jessica for the warm welcome. That's the other thing about Texas I love, the hospitality! Thanks too for leaving a comment and not taking offense at my silly list. lol

  4. Thanks, Tiffany for clicking on over from Oh Amanda's blog. Glad you could relate to the list and empathize. So much nicer to share misery with those around you, yes? LOL

  5. Kathy Garcia8/03/2011

    Love your observations! Welcome to the great state! :) I love being a Texan!

  6. One of my good friends moved from Michigan to Texas for a few years (her husband's job took here there. And then brought her home) but in that time she went from being completely bewildered to actually enjoying so be encouraged :) Also her daughter is only 3, and because she has spent 2/3 of her life in Texas can identify different breeds of cattle. So there's that...


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