Happy Trails, Houdini.

I hope you find the peace you're seeking, dear girl.

Winter Skin...

... it's real.

Looking at my arms for the first time in months was a bit like returning to an old summer cabin after a long winter. You recognize the shape, the lines, the old scars. And some new scars. Yet, the closer you look, the telltale signs that it is in need of a little maintenance begin to emerge. In my case, the arid cold has taken liberties with my skin and needs a good coat of poly... I mean coconut oil. The decision to fatten up a bit to weather the series of 7-dog-nights has also gifted me a few happy, lumpy spots.

Week in Review (aka: Shameless Puppy Ploy)

Thirty years into life, and I'm still in wonder of weather, especially changing seasons.

It's March. And so far that's meant surprising temps (this time around, it's warm; last year was chilly), farm-ward looking, and a scramble to act on realizations gleaned from a winter of hermitage.

Maybe it's the World Cup coffee I insisted on drinking at 5pm talking, but I'm feeling my Restless Legs Syndrome kick in. Time for some footwork.

And....

Yeah...Where my Texians At? Woo-woo!

I awoke with a start this morning. Having just squeaked open a sliver of eye to suss out the source of the vibration beside my face, I read a text message from my mom: "Happy 175th Texas Indy Day!!" Dang, yes. 

Blindsided again by March 2nd. 

The state of the Republic of Texas today turns 175. That's right I said "Republic of Texas"... did I stutter? Well, to be fair, many of you may not be Texas-born-Texas-bred. That means you weren't fortunate enough to have (at least) three years of Texas History cranked into you before high school graduation. So is it fair to say, you may have missed some things? 

I'll take that as a "Hell yes! Tell me more!" With that, I bring you the first in a series of Texas education catcher-uppers I like to call: "Texas: Don't Hate - Imitate." You're welcome, in advance.