backyardigans

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Not sure what a backyardigan originally was, but it’s a pretty fun word to say.

Go ahead and try it – (probably) no one is listening!

the fort collins homesick blues (with my apologies to gary p. nunn)

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and now Christmas is looming. This year I’ll be spending it in Texas. Y’all have heard of Texas, right?

I spent Thanksgiving in Colorado, with no snow and pleasantly mild weather. I expect Texas in December to be about the same. While I do love a good white Christmas, I’ve been pretty homesick lately and am excited to have a Texas Christmas, especially since I know a whole white spring semester here in Colorado is in front of me (y’all know I’m right!).

How to cheer up a homesick Texan:

  • follow her around while playing some George Strait – bonus points if you remain hidden and let her think that’s just her own personal background music
  • start dropping the word “y’all” anywhere you can work it in a conversation – bonus points if you get her accent to come out (but no laughing/making fun if it does)
  • a six-pack of Shiner Bock – bonus points if it’s the whole sampler pack
  • let’s be honest, gifts work no matter what the situation – no bonus points here, just you know, bring gifts

But most importantly: Don’t take her to Serious Texas Bar-B-Q….just don’t.

And now, please enjoy some old school King George:

Non-Texans, for an explanation of the title see below:

you-know-who agrees Texas is a great place to spend the holidays

Confessions of a living baseball jinx

I have a confession to make. I am the reason my beloved Rangers lost this week to the Orioles. My southern hospitality and amazing hostess manners are to blame.

I loaned my lucky #32 Rangers shirt to a friend in duress (she needed a change of clothes for a walk of shame just a walk! a plain ol walk somewhere!) about a month or so ago – and the Rangers consistently put up poor performances since then, Josh Hamilton especially. I can’t believe it took me until Friday night to notice (and frantic texts/phone calls to please return a ratty old t-shirt to the other side of town immediately were not received very well), but there you have it. All. My. Fault. I’m a little afraid to come clean to all those intimidating guys but the air needs to be cleared, yall! Probably shouldn’t offer to buy Hamilton a drink…think he likes brownies? Ron Washington looks like a pie guy, amiright? Is this punishment for being friends with a Rockies fan?

Sidenote: Does anybody know where/how I can reach Josh Hamilton to apologize?

Second sidenote: How well does pie travel by mail?

we had some good times, me and my lucky shirt