Where you from?

I have been told this is an interesting phenomenon.

People abroad, asking travelers from the U.S. where they are from, will say “the U.S.” or “the States”. Except people from Texas. We always say we are from Texas. And what’s funny? Texas is known World Wide for the most part.

I didn’t move to Texas until I was 12. I had lived in Cleveland, OH, San Diego, CA, and Chicago, IL before we moved to Dallas. I’ve never wanted to leave. My Dad and his wife moved to North Carolina when I was 19. Obviously, I didn’t go with them.

I may not have been born here, but I wasn’t ever willing to leave Texas. I’ve lived in Dallas, Nacogdoches, and Houston. For the last 30 years I’ve covered the entire state as my sales territory.

Little known Facts about Texas:

1. The DFW airport is larger than the island of Manhattan.

2. The Capital Building in Austin is taller than the U.S. Capital Building.

3. The Texas Flag is the only state flag that can be flown at the same height as the US flag, because Texas became a state under a Treaty, not annexation.

4. Texas was the only Confederate State during the Civil War not to be invaded by the Union.

5. While the US repealed prohibition in 1933, it took Texas an additional year to repeal, since they made prohibition a state law as well. The Texas legislature only meets every 2 years. They were back in session in 1934.

6. From Wikipedia

Economy of Texas
Texas flag map.svg

As a stand-alone country, Texas would be the 10th largest economy in the world.
GDP $1.803 trillion (2018)[1]
GDP per capita
$62,801 (2018)
Population below poverty line
15.8% (16.5% considering cost of living)[2][3]
Labor force
13,126,900 (January 1, 2015)[5]
Unemployment 3.4% (Oct. 2019)[6]
Public finances
Revenues $71.5447 billion[7]
Expenses $71.4094 billion[citation needed]

The economy of Texas is the second largest in the United States. It has a gross state product of $1.803 trillion (2018),[8] the second largest in the U.S. As of 2015, Texas is home to six of the top 50 companies on the Fortune 500 list and 51 overall (third most after New York and California).[9] In 2017, Texas grossed more than $264.5 billion a year in exports—more than the exports of California ($172 billion) and New York ($77.9 billion) combined.[10][11][12]

As a sovereign country (2016), Texas would be the 10th largest economy in the world by GDP (ahead of South Korea and Canada).[13] Texas’s household income was $48,259 in 2010 ranking 25th in the nation. The state debt in 2012 was calculated to be $121.7 billion, or $7,400 per taxpayer.[14] Texas has the second largest population in the countryafter California.

Our demographics are changing a bit with the influx of Californians who want to turn Texas into something they are more comfortable with. But you can still find pockets of True Texas Americana, by taking a short drive out of the major metropolitan areas, where they still display Merry Christmas, and a Nativity scene in the town square at Christmas time.


My work family is very sweet. They sent messages, and calls, and support like I’ve never known.

As the drama over my dad’s remains still stands in the air.

My brother and I are keeping our sense of humor.

If your family sucks, go find a new one. It’s not you…it’s them.

It’s a good thing I work out, this was a two arm bouquet from my work family. It made me cry, in gratitude for their support.

Since my my dad’s wife won’t have a funeral, memorial service, or give an obituary for my dad….and won’t give us his ashes! my little mind is going into overdrive.

She can’t keep my dad’s memory from me, and she can’t dictate who I share it with.

Ashes or not, I will memorialize my dad, one way or another.

I’ve written an obit, and contacted what’s left of my dad’s family.

Do I send it to the social circle where he lived the last 30 years?

My father “fell” from a second story balcony in February. After his rehab he went into a nursing facility where he was taken off of all “life extending medications” including his Afib meds, Parkinson’s meds, which are not life extending. But he was taken off of them any way.

His wife abandoned him, moved to Las Vegas in July. She put their condo up for sale. https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/308-Desert-Falls-Dr-E-Palm-Desert-CA-92211/18081002_zpid/ the market.

Claimed to have had multiple falls, couldn’t be there for his final days, hours. Now that he’s dead, she’s fine, coming home, all is well, aren’t we all so happy? Isn’t it just wonderful? We should be happy for her, shouldn’t we?

The Lord rebuke her… and the Lord please help me.

Never eat at the bar alone.

I had been out making sales calls, finished up the morning and took my car at lunch for the needed oil change.

The line was long for the oil change, so I Uber’d to a nearby place for lunch.

Being by myself, and being lunch I opted to eat at the bar.

There was a couple, and a solo, older man already there, and they were mostly finished with lunch. I dug thru my purse for my expense receipts, business cards, et al so I could update my expense account, and my CRM.

The older man (late 60’s early 70’s) was to my left. He was a chatty guy. He had been conversing with the couple, and he turned to me. “I love your dimples. Do you know what they mean?” I responded politely “not sure, there are lots of stories”. He said “It means you’ve been kissed by God”. I replied with a little nervous chuckle, ” I had heard ‘kissed by angels, before.” I was Hoping that was the end of the discussion. But no. Innocuous conversation about what I do, He noticed my wedding ring, asked about my husband. He wanted to know if I had children, made a comment that “I looked too ‘young’ to have boys their age.” We talked about the Astros, as there is a big game tonight. More personal questions ensued. Then My Creep-O-Meter got too loud to ignore, and I HAD NO IDEA what to do! For a gal who always has a plan….this created an issue for me.

It’s been so long since anyone has flirted with me I was dumbfounded, and in desperate need to flee.

I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

I ordered an Uber back to the auto shop, and the poor Uber driver…..I made no sense to him at all, I was that rattled.

The sad thing is I’m completely out of practice turning those situations around. They are easy to diffuse, and I remember being good at it a long time ago. He was a single, older man, looking for a date, conversation, probably more. That is ok. I’m just so out of practice, I couldn’t be graceful in my “No thank you”, and still continue a polite conversation.

Truly, I think that ability is a woman’s power–To Be graceful . Graceful in conversation, and graceful in the No Thank You —when a man is just being a guy….Probably feeling as awkward as I did.

I think what rattled me most was my belief that no one would be interested in flirting with me. That sort of shook me.

What a wake up call to sharpen a long dusty, rusty, skill set of being part of the human race. Flirting, conversing, or just Being an interesting and kind person to all that I can is important. For sure, there are enough jerks out there.

No need to be awkward about it. Now, where do I practice my “No Thanks” graceful, lady like phrases?

It’s times like these, I appreciate my husband’s presence. He’s a wonderful covering, and one of the reasons I’m out of practice.

Early mornings, changes, and observations

Since Maximus came to live with us in August, my sleep has changed.

Max doing really well with the house training, and can go almost till 5 am before he’s got to go outside.

I have found that I wake up about 4:30 am in anticipation of the puppy’s needs.

It’s funny how much better I feel, waking up early. My biometric clock is reset, and the effects are good.

Once the puppy is taken care of outside, he’s hungry. Max and Dolly get their morning treats of dental biscuits, Cheerios, and maybe a carrot for Max. The Cheerios is a long story, maybe I’ll share it another time.

I put the coffee on, get my husband’s lunch together. He’s got the pumpkin and goat cheese quiche this week. I threw some Halloween candy in for him today on a whim. I wonder what he will think when he opens up his lunch box?

Since the hubs leaves the house early, we’ve had time to sit for a few minutes and have coffee before he leaves. It makes a nice start to the day.

Before Max came, my husband took care of the dogs, (which is why they get Cheerios) he made the coffee, put together his own lunch and kissed me awake before he left for work.

I think I like this new morning routine better, I know my husband does!

Pro-action vs Re-action

This made me think of my Grandpa Jackson.

He would tell me about his Dog. He always had a dog.

He would say that his Dog was the Best dog.

He would tell me that his Dog was always a Good dog.

I would point out that his Dog was peeing on the floor.

He would just laugh and say, “well maybe right now, but he won’t get better if you focus on what he’s done wrong.”

I think this is a good lesson for today.

We get bombarded by faults. What is: Wrong, Bad, Illegal, and Salacious seems to get all the attention. People seek attention, and behavior is becoming more and more bizarre.

Today I’m grateful for reminders of my Grandfather, and opportunities to treat people as they could be.

When the house is quiet

Sleepy Sunday.

Up at 5:30 am with the puppy. He’s getting better and better sleeping longer, and going potty outside.

My youngest Son is spending the weekend with friends. My husband is taking care of the bees and building the house.

When this house is quiet, it seems I get busy.

I fertilized the yard–going to battle with the Virginia Button Weed taking up residence–, I cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed and mopped, made hard boiled eggs. Put on some fabulous sauce for Involtini. I tried a new Instant Pot recipe for BBQ chicken. It wasn’t horrible.

Lunches are made, sheets are washed, the house is in order, we are tired and ready for Monday.

Max is finding his way. Dolly is getting closer to him. Max plays hard, naps harder. Playing ball with the two today, Dolly fetched, and Max chased her, and would jump in my arms when Dolly dropped the ball at my feet.

Some Sundays are just better than others.

I got one of those Bossy Watches

My Bossy watch,

Tells me when to stand up

It tells me when to walk

It reminds me that I need to breath

It a wonder it doesn’t talk.

It buzzes when I reach a goal,

Encourages me when I win.

It shows me who needs to talk

Or has texted once again.


Do you have a bossy watch?

Do you let it answer the phone and talk into it, like Dick Tracy?

Does anyone remember Dick Tracy?

The sun came up

Image from Pinterest.

Today is another day. The sun came up. My Dolly has her tail in high gear waiting to greet me.

Let’s see what kind of good things I can find today.

As difficult as life can be, I’m determined to look for some good today.

Maybe I’ll head out to the farmers market, and make something yummy?

Why I’ve been Tink since I first met her

At a very early age I was precocious.

Always in trouble, but very loyal.

I could put on a pout, better than anyone.

I was always enamored of my image, and sought out any mirror I could find.

When the image changed for me, I was equally unhappy.

I’ve always loved flying and have enjoyed helping others fly too.

I love Tinkerbell. I’m glad she’s still with me.