Texans are often the butt many jokes, and our pride in our state is what normally lands us there.
Most Texans (side eye, applesandglue) are extremely proud of being from Texas. We just can't help it, it's bred into us. Generation after generation is taught to take pride in our beautiful state, and, ok, so maybe it's led us to be a bit cocky... But that's ok, because, sure, we think we're the best, but we've got lots to back it up!
So, for Texas Tuesday, I wanted to share why I'm so proud to be a Texan, and what being a Texan means to me.
(Don't know what Texas Tuesday is? It's a weekly link-up hosted by Amanda of Princess of the Panhandle and I, that's open to anyone, not just Texans! All you need to do is write about something Texas related, post our little button in your post, then come back here and link up! That's it!)
(Right clicking is disabled on my blog, to get the button, highlight the code, and hit "control" and "C")
To me being a Texan means talking with a southern twang.
It means Sunday morning spent in a church pew, then Sunday afternoons spent having lunch at your grandma's house.
It's backroading and beer drinking on a Friday night.
It's muddin' and beer drinking on a Saturday night.
It's bow hunting in October, and rifle hunting in November and December.
It's days spent at the county fairs in the fall.
It's Friday Night Lights.
It's tailgatin Saturdays.
It's cattle, horses and cowdogs.
It's the State Fair in October, and the Houston Livestock Show in March.
It's Warrenton twice a year, and Canton every first Monday.
It's FFA all through high school, and 4H as soon as you're old enough to show.
It's Blue Bell ice cream and Dr. Pepper.
It's rattlesnakes and armadillos.
It's George Strait, Miranda Lambert, and Willie Nelson.
It's small towns where everyone knows everyone else.
It's honkytonks and dancehalls.
It's Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrushes.
It's rodeos and barbecue.
It's families and friends.
Being a Texan means everything to me. And sure, maybe not everyone one sees it this way, but I do. This is my Texas. And I have to say, my Texas is pretty great.
To me being a Texan means talking with a southern twang.
It means Sunday morning spent in a church pew, then Sunday afternoons spent having lunch at your grandma's house.
It's backroading and beer drinking on a Friday night.
It's muddin' and beer drinking on a Saturday night.
It's bow hunting in October, and rifle hunting in November and December.
It's days spent at the county fairs in the fall.
It's Friday Night Lights.
It's tailgatin Saturdays.
It's cattle, horses and cowdogs.
It's the State Fair in October, and the Houston Livestock Show in March.
It's Warrenton twice a year, and Canton every first Monday.
It's FFA all through high school, and 4H as soon as you're old enough to show.
It's Blue Bell ice cream and Dr. Pepper.
It's rattlesnakes and armadillos.
It's George Strait, Miranda Lambert, and Willie Nelson.
It's small towns where everyone knows everyone else.
It's honkytonks and dancehalls.
It's Bluebonnets and Indian Paintbrushes.
It's rodeos and barbecue.
It's families and friends.
Being a Texan means everything to me. And sure, maybe not everyone one sees it this way, but I do. This is my Texas. And I have to say, my Texas is pretty great.
Happy Texas Tuesday, darlings! Make me proud and say "y'all" a few hundred times today!
5 comments:
Cool post. FYI. I'm 5th generation Texan & 5th generation Cantonite. Hope I never have to go to First Monday as long as I live.
I only like Texas because YOU live there!!! Otherwise I'd avoid that state like the plague ;)
I want to come!!!!
I am from Tennessee and we do most if this as well. Maybe the states are cousins
Are you picking on me?! Lol! If it weren't so dang hot, and humid, and big, and people didn't talk with such thick accents... Yeah, Texas isn't for me. :p
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