A few days ago, my sister, who does not live in Texas, asked me these questions:
How is it that the Texans are such a City on a hill so to speak? They are proud to live in Texas, call Texas home, be a Texan. What is it about them that makes that so?
John Steinbeck said this about Texas:
Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word.
General George Patton had this to say about Texans:
Give me an army of West Point Graduates, and I'll win the battle. Give me a handful of Texas Aggies, and I'll win the war.
(Please note, I'm a Longhorn fan, not an Aggie. But this is about Texas, not the rivalry between the two largest universities in the state,)
All Texans, add your comments! I'll make sure my sister sees the results.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mothers' Day
Susan, You are a Saint and and Angel. This does have one downside: your wings get in the way when I hug you!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Feliz Cumpleaños Mi Guerita
Happy Birthday to the Woman who
1. Has shared her life with me for almost 34 years;
2. Is the most resilient person I have in the world. She may be discouraged, but she is never beaten;
3. Can organize anything and do it better than any executive I know;
4. Has compassion for all;
5. Thinks it is great that her children call her Mom-the-Bomb;
6. Thinks it is great that her grandchildren call her Reed;
7. Lets me call her Guerita;
8. Looks so much younger than me that people think she is my Trophy Wife (which she is!!!);
9. Is the most intelligent person I know. I have always maintained that she is the smarter than I.
The list is endless. You are the Best!!!
1. Has shared her life with me for almost 34 years;
2. Is the most resilient person I have in the world. She may be discouraged, but she is never beaten;
3. Can organize anything and do it better than any executive I know;
4. Has compassion for all;
5. Thinks it is great that her children call her Mom-the-Bomb;
6. Thinks it is great that her grandchildren call her Reed;
7. Lets me call her Guerita;
8. Looks so much younger than me that people think she is my Trophy Wife (which she is!!!);
9. Is the most intelligent person I know. I have always maintained that she is the smarter than I.
The list is endless. You are the Best!!!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Just for the Funks!!!
Wishing you all the best. Click here to get the skinny on Nashville!!!!
I love you guys and I will miss you. MTB and I left our homes in May 1979 and made our own lives. And we wouldn't change anything that we have gone through on the wonderful adventure that has been our life. I know you are building your own life. Good Luck!!!
I love you guys and I will miss you. MTB and I left our homes in May 1979 and made our own lives. And we wouldn't change anything that we have gone through on the wonderful adventure that has been our life. I know you are building your own life. Good Luck!!!
Friday, March 12, 2010
56 Continued (or More about my Birthday)
I received 3 gifts from employees: 1 conserative (missionary) tie; one jar of Hershey Kisses (not from a secret admirer, just someone who knows I love choclate); and this:
Good picture, right? I have to admit, of these 3 gifts, the wrestler's mask is my favorite.
Picked-up MTB at the airport. She spent the weekend with me.
Taught an Institute class, always an enjoyable experience.
Ate tacos al pastor at Tacos Chamizal with MTB. She put too much hot sauce on her tacos, and as they say here, 'se enchiló', meaning she started coughing because she had too much chili in her throat.
On Friday, MTB and I went to see the ballet Swan Lake. You can see a few fotos from that event in her blog (click here).
On Saturday, MTB and I went to the Temple, and then went to dinner at California Pizza Kitchen.
On Sunday morning I took MTB to the airport. Shortly therafter, I was wishing we could still be together.
The best gift of all was to have MTB here with me. It was a great weekend!!!
Good picture, right? I have to admit, of these 3 gifts, the wrestler's mask is my favorite.
Picked-up MTB at the airport. She spent the weekend with me.
Taught an Institute class, always an enjoyable experience.
Ate tacos al pastor at Tacos Chamizal with MTB. She put too much hot sauce on her tacos, and as they say here, 'se enchiló', meaning she started coughing because she had too much chili in her throat.
On Friday, MTB and I went to see the ballet Swan Lake. You can see a few fotos from that event in her blog (click here).
On Saturday, MTB and I went to the Temple, and then went to dinner at California Pizza Kitchen.
On Sunday morning I took MTB to the airport. Shortly therafter, I was wishing we could still be together.
The best gift of all was to have MTB here with me. It was a great weekend!!!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
56
Subtract from it my age when BabyTheShady was born, and you get how old I was when I married MTB.
Add 1 to it and you get my Dad's age when I left for my mission in Brasil.
Subtract from it Poodles's age and you get my age when MTB started pulling the gray hairs from my head. Fortunately, she gave up, and I still have hair.
Subtract from it Brother's age and you get my age when I graduated from Northwestern.
Subtract from it Bethany's age, and you get my age when I was told I was to young to have a baby.
Subtract from it Fernash's age, and you get my waistline, in inches, when I graduated from high school. I'm happy to report I'm only 1 or 2 inches larger now!
After April 25, subtract MTB's age and get how old I was when my Dad had to open the blanket around me because he didn't believe the doctor when told that I was a boy. After having four daughters, Dad wanted to make sure.
Add to it my age when I started working in Mexico and you get 100.
Turn it around, and it is 65.
In 3.5 years, I can withdraw from my 401(k) or IRA without penalty.
-- OR --
I can keep contributing to them for 14.5 more years before I have to make withdrawals, the more likely scenario.
Thanx to everyone who remembered me on my day last Thursday! I had a great day.
Add 1 to it and you get my Dad's age when I left for my mission in Brasil.
Subtract from it Poodles's age and you get my age when MTB started pulling the gray hairs from my head. Fortunately, she gave up, and I still have hair.
Subtract from it Brother's age and you get my age when I graduated from Northwestern.
Subtract from it Bethany's age, and you get my age when I was told I was to young to have a baby.
Subtract from it Fernash's age, and you get my waistline, in inches, when I graduated from high school. I'm happy to report I'm only 1 or 2 inches larger now!
After April 25, subtract MTB's age and get how old I was when my Dad had to open the blanket around me because he didn't believe the doctor when told that I was a boy. After having four daughters, Dad wanted to make sure.
Add to it my age when I started working in Mexico and you get 100.
Turn it around, and it is 65.
In 3.5 years, I can withdraw from my 401(k) or IRA without penalty.
-- OR --
I can keep contributing to them for 14.5 more years before I have to make withdrawals, the more likely scenario.
Thanx to everyone who remembered me on my day last Thursday! I had a great day.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
MTB Still Loves Me (even though I'm an Idiot)
MTB and I had planned to arrive in Amsterdam on Saturday morning. But alas!! I did not make sure I had my passport with me when we left for the airport! We arrived at check-in at 2:45 pm for a 3:45 pm flight. No way we were going to make it home and back in time. So instead of riding the Eurorail, we navigated the Houston freeways. Instead of eating in Brussels last night, we ate at the local bakery, Oh La La in Katy. Instead of a 4-star hotel in Brussels, we stayed in our apartment.
But the apartment looks a bit better now. Instead of relaxing in Luxembourg, we bought a solid Mahogany bedroom set. Being an idiot does have its price!!
But the apartment looks a bit better now. Instead of relaxing in Luxembourg, we bought a solid Mahogany bedroom set. Being an idiot does have its price!!
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