Iconic Texan

I’ve mentioned before that I have a buddy whose family had the responsibility of Wild Life management on the King Ranch. He’s all things quintessential Texas to me.

He posts things from time to time that really makes me smile.

Bandera, TX is the Cowboy Capital of Texas. It still has horse hitches, and an great historic downtown area.

My buddy posted this pic on Facebook today, so I had to snag it. So many people have this image of Texas. I’m glad we still live up to it, even if it’s just in those little towns like Bandera.

A survey gone too far.

Do you get surveys? Are you ever online, and an interrupting pop up appears on the screen wanting to know if you are willing to take a short survey?

Can you imagine, being in the privacy of a bathroom, and a pop up appears “Would you be willing to poop here again?” Rate us 5 stars!

How would you decide how many stars to give? On the efficiency of the bowl movement, or the cleanliness of the facility? Is lighting an issue in bathroom ambiance? Then you have your courtesy sprays. Because….well…..it’s important.

Getting feedback on the satisfaction of the bathroom experience seems a really odd, over-the-top thing to do.

“I can only give you 3 stars the overhead lighting was harsh, and the TP was too rough?”

I realize this is a little silly, and that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?

I mean, I have an ex-husband who couldn’t poop anywhere but his mommy’s house. It was really an awkward, and short marriage, but he didn’t have the same standards of exclusivity for his penis, which was the end of the marriage.

Still, bathroom habits are very personal things, but taking a survey about them is a little odd. I blame the VRBO, Air B&B and Home Away for these odd little items.

Are you a little Batty?

If you are, you have an opportunity to hang out with Millions of Bats at the Austin Batfest 2018 August 18th, in lovely downtown Austin, TX.

You can check out the events at Austinbattours.com. Garlic is extra.

Being Home to one of the largest colonies of Mexican Brown Bats, definately Keeps Austin Weird, for sure. The Millions of Bats live under the S. Congress Ave Bridge. The spectacle of the emergence at dusk is amazing, and they are hugely beneficial to the environment, keeping all the creeping, flying, and chewing insects at bay. Think grasshoppers, crickets, millipedes, mosquitos, etc.

I’m grateful for the tons of insects that they eat every evening when they head out to forage.

It’s one of the fun things to do in Austin, if you have the inclination. Seeing them from the water is spectacular.

Image from fine art america via Pinterest.

#5 my biggest issue

I’m an over thinker.

So I’ve stood up to the Non-Profit where I’ve volunteered to be abused.

Now I’m overthinking.

Just looking at the previous 2 sentences, I’m really happy. I can let that s#!% go.

I’m very grateful today:

Crossing off trying to please everyone.

Crossing off fearing change, I’m an agent of change, baby.

Crossing off living in the past.

Crossing off Putting myself down.

Working on Overthinking.

I’ve made progress.

ELO-The Jeff Lynn Tour

Electric Light Orchestra. My first Concert at 16 was a memorable experience. The first time I had ever even smelled pot. It was offered, and declined. I was to young and scared of being kicked off the drill team to think about trying that foul smelling stuff.

One of my first dating experiences, being 16. He was an older guy, a whole 19 years old, and we drove ALL THE WAY to Fort Worth to see them.

He brought an extra lighter for me. I had no clue about waving flames about during a concert. They had the whole Spaceship stage. Mr. Blue Sky, and Don’t Bring me down were the big hits on the Radio.

That was a really big deal for me, driving an hour away with an ‘older man’ to see a Rock Band from England.

Coincidentally, my husband was at the same concert. He, being part of a touring band, The Drifters, at the time had floor seats, and back stage passes. I was up in the middle of the bowl in wide eyed wonder.

This concert was magical in it’s own way. The local critic called it a ‘religious experience’. I have to admit there were a couple times I got a little weepy. Especially during Telephone Line.

Jeff Lynn still has a voice. Not his original crew, but the new folks were beautiful, and fully talented. It’s an all girl string section, and they had wonderful stage presence.

He played some old, some new, and some of the Traveling Wilbury’s. Showing footage of Tom Petty, George Harrison, Roy Orbison was really powerful, and got a great response from the audience.

There was no smell of pot, or cigarette smoke. Rocking out with the over 50 crowd was a riot. I tried to take discreet footage of the ladies dancing in their chairs and the guys bobbing their heads, and shaking down their shoulders on air drums and guitar.

We had to go through metal detectors to get in, and there was a huge police presence.

I had bought the tickets last year for my husband’s birthday, and presented them to him in his ELO album with the Space ship on it. I made reservations at a hotel downtown, along with reservations at Vic and Anthony’s for dinner. We walked from the hotel to the restaurant, to the Toyota center and back. Everything came off without a hitch, and to see my husband’s happy face, and enthusiasm for the whole evening was worth every penny.

Telephone Line.

It’s the little things

You can’t take control of the world unless you can take control of a dirty kitchen, garage, garden, etc.

Start with the practical, and move to the impossible.

I love dreamers. I am a dreamer in many respects.

The other side of me is practical. I’ve practiced in taking practical steps to secure my dreaming. The better I am at the practical, the bigger my dreams become.

“The more I do, the more I can do, because I know I can do it.” Quote by Authentic Wendy


Authenticity is a word jumping around in my brain.

Stripping off the artificial, the disingenuous, to just be me.

I’m not sure if I love the real me or not.

It’s a struggle to lose the old identity, or at least the old hair color.

The new look is different, not terrible, but different. The gray is bright, and fine. Not yellow or coarse. Which is a plus.

My son said I looked ‘distinguished’. I don’t thing that was the look I was going for.

This authenticity is not what I thought it would be.

Is there a magic rule?

There is something about real life, and trying to spend time with someone.

One of the things I wanted most from my parents was that they spend time with my children and get to know them.

I’m beginning to wonder if that was just an odd request from me.

Being near family, I am starting to realize that not everyone wants time.

I’m here to spend it, but there doesn’t seem to be much interest. My son is busy, my brother is busy, my sister in law is busy, the kids are busy, busy, busy, busy, busy……. We’ve only had this trip planned since April.

I’m glad my VRBO is cheap, and close to where I need to be.

Hanging out until the birthday party tonight and watching something really sad on Netfix. I hope it goes well tonight. I’m ready to go home.

Gifts are cheap when not wanted.

Self driving cars

I kept seeing this weird vehicle.

It had a black dome on top, and surprise-surprise, no driver

Waymo has started their self driving fleet in Phoenix, AZ.

At first, I thought it was a google maps car. But no, there were passengers, but no driver.

I was able to snap a pic at the stop light….see the light is red! I’m a safe driver.

Have you seen a self driven car?

Have you ridden in a self driven car?

There is something a little creepy about being chauffeured around by the internet and GPS.

I’m not sure I could do it.