I'm a totally open book but often get called mysterious because people don't understand me.

Born in 57 in Austin and watched it explode. I grew up in a house by lamar and where 183 is now. It was as north as you got. I remember making trips to the coxville zoo. Anyone remember that? Going out to bull creek when there wasnt a house in sight. Ahh the good ole days.

I was born in Plano, Texas in the late 80's. I had a texas accent that I lost on the east coast. No one in texas even has that accent now. Including me.
It would be really cool to have seen it before it became a mega city.

I still have my drawl.

I don't mean to be much of a mystery. My family has been in Texas since before the revolution. We don't fit many stereotypes. I was the first generation on my father's side to speak English before I spoke German and Spanish.

None of us cares anything about borders--they are just a government illusion. We have had our businesses and cattle kicked out of Mexico so many times that we know how it feels. I have relatives who I consider to be to the right of Attila the Hun who most people would take for antifa guerrillas.

I was born in Seton Hospital when it was just west of campus, but wasn't raised in Texas. Mainly raised on the East Coast. So for me, Texas is pretty much a spectator sport. But I have to agree, most people not from here don't have a clue about Texas or its history. Just what they see in the movies.

Texas is a big state and a bigger state of mind. And the food ain’t bad.

Weather's pretty great from September through May, except for a couple of random weeks of actual winter we get now and then.

Rather than reasonably respond to phat mack, who under conventional understanding would be a superior source of texas knowledge, this particularly mentally ill texan would like to say the last thing i did in texas driving around about 4 months ago, i wasn't 100%there would be more places to stop so I stopped at one of those big bucees and I got their chocolate covered peanuts, which due to inflation costs nearly 2 dollars.
I was pleasantly surprised they had way way more chocolate than you would expect- even for a chocolate candy. they were like 20% nut and 80% chocolate.I was driving back from austin suburbs where I stayed at. my cousins house and worked on a problem we both agreed we weren't asian enough to solve.

(my cousin and second closest friend is half asian half white and visibly asian- i say this because I am technically 20% asian but enjoy being a white princess. we work on some hard issues together and occasionally come to the conclusion we aren't asian enough to figure it out)

June 6, 79 years ago today.

Always remember.

absolutely
in about two and a half months operation overlord unloaded more than two million human males upon the shores of western europe
that was almost eighty years ago, and there are very few still around who lived that experience.
one of every hundred died during that period of time, another five of a hundred were wounded

Smoke drifting down from Canada. As some of you know, I live right on the ocean, so I'm used to foggy days. Today looks like widespread fog but it's smoke. Unreal, surreal day here in RI.

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I know this plays with stereotypes, but it's funny nonetheless.

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sounds pretty similar to the summer routine out west
smoke tie-dyes the sky but it sure makes for a pretty sunset

I had an uncle who was in the first wave at Omaha Beach. He was a remarkable guy. Remembering him today, I realize what made him so unique was that he was fearless. Not fearless in the sense that he was heroically brave, but fearless in the sense that he had seen everything, and there was nothing left to scare him. Or maybe he just no longer saw the point of being afraid. Hard to explain. A really really nice guy. Always up for anything with us kids.

If I had asked him to let me drive his car when I was ten, he would have said, Sure, let's give it a shot. One of those uncles. Every kid needs an uncle like that. I wonder if they still make them.

Three of my uncles were in the service in WWII. My dad tried to enlist twice but was 4F because of a heart murmur. He lived to be 83.

One uncle was a supply sergeant. He would never talk about what he had seen during the war. My other uncle played shortstop on the Army baseball team with a bunch of pros. I don't think he ever saw action. Another uncle was in the Navy. He was a bright guy. The Navy sent him to Brown and Harvard. He told me his wartime service was spent sailing around the Mediterranean for a year.

All of my uncles on both sides of my family
were great guys. At one time my dad and three of his brothers played in the same golf league with me and my cousin. My dad and his four brothers, along with two sets of three brothers, won a US softball championship.

They were kind to me, and we enjoyed each other's company. I miss all of them.

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Let me know if I'm just priggish. I hate shortened words such as comfy, veggies, delish, and so on. My reaction is visceral. Just writing these makes me uncomfortable.

Do I need help?



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no, I'm with you...vacay is the worst

collab

No. It's baby talk. I cringe whenever I hear it, even when, no, especially when, it is spoken to a baby.

The mod has spoken.

I am the moderator.

Sung to the tune of . . .

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My brain aches.

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these are words that start with a little b this time. baby talk, baby talk!