Whew!

Finally got back home tonight. It took 11 hours door to door, to which DH said, "Now you know how I feel when I travel." "Yes," says I. "But you are coming from Amsterdam or Hong Kong, not Comanche, Texas."

As we passed through Lampassas on our way to Austin, those blog readers who have been with me since last year will be please to know that they are still honoring some of their most important residents:




On this date: In 1936, Gone With the Wind was published.

More Texas Natives

My kids love their annual day with Cowboy Robert (so called because he is an actual cowboy that owns cows and everything - and his name is Robert).


I like him because he says things like: "He's the kind of guy where if you ask him the time, he'll show you how to build a watch." Last year they went down to the rodeo ring and rode his horse Billie. This year, he says "I know a guy that's got some buffalo." Uh, okay.

So, we went to see his friend's buffalo. First, we started from behind the gate, which I thought was smart.



But then Cowboy Robert says: "What say we go on in there? They look tame enough." And you can tell this how? Of course the kids were all over it, and the next thing I knew, we were standing in the middle of a dozen large-type buffalo.

One of them was eyeing my youngest with a look that made me a bit nervous.



Especially when all the cows from next door lined up at the fence to see what the crazy people were doing in the buffalo pen.


It all ended fine, nobody got buffaloed and we got out of there in one piece. So we headed down the road to Dublin, Texas which is the Dr. Pepper capital of the world. The kids got all hopped up on Dr. Pepper at Old Doc's Soda Shop and made the ride home something extra special.



On this date: In 1997, my friend Linzey was born. Happy Birthday Linz!

You Can't Do That in Texas...

Can you?

On this date: In 1965, Mr. Tambourine Man by the Byrds hits number 1.

Smack In the Middle of Texas

The new chapters for the YA went out to interested parties a few days ago, so barring any ALA diversions (for both agent and editors) we'll hopefully hear something soonish.

I haven't gotten much fiction done since we've been in Texas, but I have had time to do a little reading. More and more I find my inner editor coming out whenever I read YA. The funny thing is, I never do it when I'm reading adult books. I was reading a book last night, and I found myself subconsciously changing words around. I'm irritating myself at this point.

We ventured out to Glen Rose, Texas today. We got to see some unusual residents pretty darn close up:




Sometimes, a little too close:


But the view was sure pretty:




High school rodeo is on TV right now, so I have to go.

Saying of the day: "That'll sure stick a horn in your Wranglers."

On this date: In 1945, Carly Simon was born.

Texas Travelblog

We're in Texas for our annual pilgrimage to the Grandparent's house. Here's a shout out to the folks back in the Bay Area who haven't seen $3 gas in months

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On this date: In 1987, Jackie Gleason died.

Is it Wrong...

to hope that your son's baseball team loses the second playoff game, because if they win, it means that they will play in the Championship on Saturday, except you're leaving for Texas early Saturday morning and J either won't be able to play, or will have to fly out on his own?

And when they do lose (but not by much), is it wrong to feel guilty?

Go Brewers!

On this date: In 1983, Sally Ride became the first woman in space.

Only 70 More Days To Go

So I did manage to write a new first chapter for the YA (and a pretty good one I think) and it's off to Agent E and then to a couple of people who wanted a looksee. But that's not the biggest accomplishment this week. Nope. We've survived 3 days of summer vacation. Nobody has gotten injured (although I was tempted several times) and the house is still standing. I've come up with a plan: divide and conquer.

If the boys are together and there is no activity planned for the day, they will hassle each other until one starts crying or hitting depending. Many of my other mom friends understand this, so we're starting to work out a system of swapping kids - you give me one of yours and I'll give you one of mine. They're not related, so they play nicely and I might even manage to get some work done.

I try to tell them about my summer vacations where my mom worked all day as a nurse and we were left to fend for ourselves. There were no outings to play minigolf on a daily basis, no trips to the arcade. We weren't supposed to watch TV, but I do distinctly remember all of the neighborhood kids gathering at noon to watch Twilight Zone followed by Speed Racer, so I think we didn't listen to that particular rule. Anyway, this lecture seems to fall right with the one about walking two miles to school each way starting with kindergarten. They just don't care. And they want to go play minigolf.

On this date: In 1885, the Statue of Liberty arrived in New York.