Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday morning, Jordan and I loaded up in his pickup and headed north to Dallas; where I made my first trip, as a spectator, to the State Fair of Texas. I had been once before a couple of years ago but never made it passed the cattle barn. On this beautiful fall day we toured the grounds, enjoyed a classic fair food lunch; corn dogs and cotton candy. We even venture out and tried the Fried Frito Pie, which I highly recommend. I enjoyed it so much that I would almost drive back right now and stand in another long line for the fried goodness. Later in the day we met up with his sweet family to watch the Limousin show and walk the fair some more. Now, I’m not a fan of crowds and though there were a jillion (yes, I counted) people out due to the lovely weather, I had a blast. I highly recommend going at least once, or once a year, and enjoying all the offerings of this big as Texas event.
Of course, you can’t leave the fair without seeing Big Texas.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
As I am winding down from a long 7 days on the road I thought I would take a little advice from a fellow colleague and friend and write down a few thoughts.
I started my travels last Tuesday in east Texas at some TSCRA hosted educational programs. We had a wonderful and unexpected turnout for the events. So much so that we ran out of lunch one day. Thank goodness for good caterers who came to our rescue. It was a great opportunity to visit with producers and sponsors alike-the reasons I love this job so much. It is events like this that remind me of the passion I have for this job and industry. Sometimes in all of the hustle and bustle passion can become cloudy and skewed. I find that God always provides me with a little reminder when I need it the most. And while I forgot to get my picture with the mini Eifel tower in Paris, the trip was worth every additional bead of sweat. My goodness east Texas is hot this time of year. Hello humidity, ick!
The later part of the week had me in San Antonio for the Texas Wildlife Association Convention. This, my friends, is what I like to call a job perk. See my brother currently lives in San Antonio. Those of you who know me already know that Ben is a major part of my life. So essentially I have a free trip to see one of my best friends. This week also happened to be my brother’s birthday week. To celebrate his 23 years, Saturday night Ben, Matt and I loaded up to go see one of our favorite singers, Slaid Cleaves. Some of you may know that I had already seen Slaid play once that week. I know you are wondering if he is that good and the answer is YES! Do yourself a favor and catch one of his shows. We spent the evening in downtown San Antonio at Casbeers, an old church turned music venue. Very cool!
Last night, after a wonderful steak dinner and too much cinnamon butter from Texas Roadhouse, Ben and I parted ways. I spent the rest of the evening in my hotel room, sulking and wishing that I lived in San Antonio and could spend more time with my sweet brother. Being restless I, of course, slept horribly. I finally decided around 4:30 to just give up. I pulled out my current book, Crazy Love. I highly recommend it thus far. At the end of my reading I closed the book and had a little visit with God. I say it was a visit because I wasn’t the only one talking. God put a big realization on my heart this morning that brought much peace to my restlessness. See I am caretaker. It’s in my nature. It’s my way of expressing love. Even though I spent most of the week/end working and tired I still rushed home to Ben’s to clean and try to get all of his laundry done. Did he ask me to do this? No. But I just can’t help myself. I feel the need to look after and take care of him. Which in turn is where my desire to live in San Antonio stemmed from. Irrational thinking: If I just lived here I could look after him.
I digress, back to my memo from the Lord. In my quiet time and prayer this morning I realized that I would only be hindering Ben if I lived there. He needs to grow into his own person and he can not do that to its full extent with me there in his shadow picking up after him and trying to protect him from everything. God has a plan for him there. A plan that will mold and grow him into the man he is suppose to be. A man, which I am sure I will continue to admire and be in astonishment of. I reflect back on the 23 years I have already known him and how fast that has gone by. Though I am the older sister, I look up to Ben’s passion for life and the joy he continues to extract from it. Who am I to interfere or limit who he is still becoming?
I later took this thought and mulled it around over some coffee. What a wonderful weekend I got to spend with my brother. What a joy to understand my roll in his life from a different perspective. I am not his caretaker. I am his sister and best of all; I am his friend. For that I can never be more grateful. It’s amazing what God will lay on your heart if you just give him a little of your time.
Monday, May 17, 2010
It Really Is A Nice Town
I live in Electra,Texas population 100- okay I don't actually know how many people live here but it isn't a large community in size. About every 38 minutes according to Blane a train runs through town. The small amount of traffic we do have gets built up at the four way stop. As the train bellows its horn through town, I feel like I have to sale this place to my friends so they will love it as much as I do. I appreciate this town for many reasons. I love the fact that there are only two places to eat and one place to shop. I love how the grocery store just opened up and they close early in the evenings. I love the people that I have met here-until you meet them I can't explain it. The family atmosphere that this town offers. I love stopping by the chamber to see Nana and meeting up with Mr. B. Always running into Carol at the Dollar General or buying two dollars worth of pointless crap and having more fun with it with one of my best friends. Passing Scotty at the Conoco in the mornings. Riding the back roads with my two favorite boys having throwing contest or looking for antiques ;) I love how lunch at the Circle L turns into a reunion for me and those people I have only met once, but remember my name. I encourage anyone with the smallest piece of small town in their heart to find one like this and at least, visit and make a friend or two. It is far from glamorous but when the sun is beginning to set over the wheat fields and the oil pumps---"It really is a nice town!"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
After the game I headed over to my favorite little bookstore, Storiebook Cafe. I had booked an acoustic show for my buddy Josh. If you ever find yourself in Glen Rose, Texas, swing by the square and catch lunch at the Storiebook Cafe. After a delicious slice a pie you should do yourself a favor and go to the Junkyard Dog. I promise, you won't be sorry.
I spent the evening outside on the patio of the Storiebook, listening to Josh and Abby song swap. The weather was beautiful, the music was amazing, and the setting couldn't have been more perfect. Top notch evening.