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Thank you Texas…

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I’ve never thanked a particular state before – and I don’t plan on doing it again – but I thought I’d take a moment to thank the state of Texas.

I’m not intentionally selling out my state, or better yet, my half of the state, but southern California isn’t known for its kindness. When people talk about ‘southern hospitality’, we understand they don’t mean us. Sure, there are some really kind folks here…

but we’ve got NOTHING on Texas.

My brother was shipped to Texas to fight the wildfires for three weeks. There were times they ran out of water and food in their rig. The folks in Texas? Purchased and cooked food, supplied water, and even asked if the guys wanted to sit in their air-conditioned cars for a while. The local farmers and some of the elderly women would sit, sometimes until 2 in the morning, at the base camp until every firefighter returned to make sure they arrived safely and had food to eat. By day two, the friendly folks noticed some of the firefighters smoked and chewed tobacco. That night, a large table was filled with cigarettes of all kinds and chewing tobacco – no small expense! At times, homeowners would drive out to the fire area to bring sandwiches to the firefighters on the line. They brought cold water, words of encouragement, and offered directions if any were needed.

My brother raved about the generosity from Texans. He couldn’t believe that people who had much, and people who had very little, offered all they had.

So thank you to the kind folks in Texas who taught the California kids a thing or two about generosity.

Oh Dear…

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My husband has been as helpful as possible with our change in family situation (IE., the new addition) but since he’s finishing up on his last summer class and an 8 week training session for work, he hasn’t been around much. Usually, it’s just me and the little guy. I’m discovering how long a person can survive on cereal, yogurt, and frozen dinners.

It’s precisely 4 weeks just so you know.

Hubby volunteered to do his first ever major grocery shopping trip since the kidlet is on an awkward feeding schedule right now (he’s a little under the weather). Before you chastise him for not doing the shopping any other time in our marriage, I should point out that I’ve never mowed the yard, cleaned up after the dogs, or done an ounce of home improvement work – I think I come out ahead on the sharing of tasks if you ask me.

Anyway, I’m a little reluctant to let go of my vice grip of control on the grocery shopping, especially since hubby doesn’t generally remember to use coupons and *gasp* he buys name brands. Plus, he loves to buy potato chips, fattening snacks, and cookies since I don’t. But, at the risk of having to eat yet another bowl of cereal for dinner, I smiled, gave him our grocery cash, and told him to have fun.

Hmm. This week I may have cereal for dinner with an appetizer of potato chips. Kidding! I’m sure he’ll do great.