Posts Tagged‘Texan’

#Stuff This

As Thanksgiving is upon us, I must confess I’m usually in a full-blown snit by now. The snit usually sneaks up on me about the time the refrigerator is too full and something really important to the meal falls out, or I happen to glance at the TV  and some media personality tells me that I’m  already behind on my Christmas shopping. There will be tears and over the counter medications. I’m not only a Daughter of the Texas Revolution, I’m also a Daughter of the American Revolution. My people invented Thanksgiving. Yet, last year, despite my bloodline, the turkey came out gray and crumpled. It looked like had been dropped on the…

HERE WE GO….

DAY 1. This is me with Wally and the first piece of furniture I have for my new office. Yes, it’s a big circle. We will get to that.  The grand struggle of my hair should be its own blog. There is a stain on my shirt, I don’t know where my shoes were. I will be forever grateful for this picture because it captures the true terror of being light-years out of my comfort zone. Yet just in the moment when I thought I would surely explode from panic, Wally photo-bombed my picture to give me some unconditional Walliness. Thank you, Wally. So let’s clear up…