This past Wednesday marked an important holiday--Texas Independence Day. That's right, folks, 175 years ago, settlers in the Texas territory signed a document declaring independence from Mexico and Texas has been an independent
country state ever since.
I have always lovingly referred to myself as a Tex-patriate, as I have settled in a new territory myself but still consider the Lone Star State to be my motherland. So today I tip my hat to the first place I ever called home and the last place I want to be in mid-August. God Bless Texas.
"Do y'all know where I can git some Grey Poupon?"
Skins for sale. Every table looks good dressed in rawhide.
Chicken fried steak. Cream gravy. My kryptonite.
Grand ol' flags.
This girl's built Texas Ford Tough.
Stellar Mexican food. Oh, how I miss thee.
Ro-Tel. The Godfather of canned tomato products. Don't know what it is? Ask a Texan.
Re-election cake: 1 cup flour, 1 cup sugar, 2 cups sarcasm.
Galveston, oh Galveston.
Here's to you Texas. I hope I look this good when I'm 175.