It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
No no, not Christmas, we’ve already covered that. It’s RODEO TIME in HOUSTON!!!!!! If you’re not familiar with the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, let me educate you for a second.
The Houston Rodeo is the largest rodeo in the world welcoming close to, or over, 2 million visitors each year. It’s an almost month long celebration including of course a rodeo, livestock exhibitions and a line-up of super star entertainers every night. This year’s line-up includes Janet Jackson, Tim McGraw, Keith Urban, Kid Rock, Kiss, Alan Jackson, you get the idea. You can read more about it here.
The Houston Rodeo is also unique because it is truly a volunteer driven event with over 24,000 Houstonians participating every year. I am one of those crazy people who gives 40 volunteer hours during rodeo time to be a part of a committee. It’s just another one of those things that makes Houston special and completely unique. To say that I am excited is an understatement. There is something about Houston during rodeo that is indescribable. A time when we celebrate our Texas heritage, wear our boots more than we normally do and smile a little bigger because we get to call Houston home.
The rodeo kicks-off every year with the World Championship BBQ Cook-Off which is this weekend. Ann, will be joining me this weekend to indulge in the world’s best BBQ, drink too many Shiners, two-step with some boys and listen to a lot of oil business talk. In preparation, I’ve been listening to 80’s country all week and channeling Urban Cowboy.
In the words of Pam, “Daddy does oil…and all that that implies.” Happy rodeo ya’ll!
Imperial Sugar, founded 1843, located in Sugarland, TX for obvious reasons
Sugar Land…my hometown. When people say to me “Aww you’re so sweet!” I like to reply with a “Well….I am from Sugar Land.” It’s a cheesy joke that gets mixed reviews…..but always a grin :)
Tommy Lee Jones
(via derfolder)
If you have Texas blood in you and you have no opinion on this man….
shit, I got nothing after that. He’s Tommy Lee fucking Jones for crying out loud.
Word.
Who has an enormous old man crush on Tommy Lee Jones??!! This girl. This girl right here does.
Guilty as charged. I’m ashamed.
A few months ago I dyed my hair red and I receive an enormous amount of compliments on the new do. So many, that people at work and some of the kiddos call me “Red Velvet” because according to them, my hair looks like a red velvet cupcake and is “good enough to eat.”
I thought it was somewhat weird until I got 2 red velvet cupcakes from Crave as a Christmas present today. Holy. Yes.
Just call me red velvet.
Treasures from my place of business
I’m not a teacher/educator but I have the good fortune to work at a school. I do exactly what I did in corporate America (marketing/public relations) but in the setting of a charming private school.
There are so many perks to working in a school; great vacation (SUPER flexible summer hours, one week at Thanksgiving, 2 weeks at Christmas, 1 week at Spring Break, etc.), amazing colleagues and feeling every day that when I leave work, I really made a difference.
However, one of the gifts that I treasure most are the ridiculous and hilarious things I hear come out of these kids mouths. Let me leave you with two things I heard today:
“No dude, you have to throw baby Jesus head first if you want him to make it across the courtyard. He won’t spiral like a football feet first. I also think the diaper slows him down.”
“Is it me or does the holy family look like they are about to kill someone? Look at Mary….she looks pissed.”
Thank you youth of America. Thank you.
Dear Santa Claus….
“How have you been? Did you have a nice summer? How is your wife? I have been extra good this year, so I have a long list of presents that I want. Please note the size and color of each item, and send as many as possible. If it seems too complicated, make it easy on yourself: just send money. How about tens and twenties? All I want is what I… I have coming to me. All I want is my fair share.”
Last night I watched ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ with a cup of hot apple cinnamon tea and came to one conclusion and one conclusion only….Sally Brown and I are soul mates.
A Mediterranean Christmas
My Boss: “Are you going to that Christmas Gala Kick-Off Party tonight?”
Me: “That would be a big NO. I am just not really in the mood to go. Who’s catering?”
My Boss: “Some Mediterranean restaurant.”
Me: (long pause) “Welp, nothing says Merry Christmas like some hummus and kalamata olives I suppose.”
“Pardon my French….but you’re an ASSHOLE!”
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