Once a Texan, ALWAYS a Texan
Monday, September 10, 2012
I've got something to say... (well hell, when DON'T I have something to say??) Lately I've been blamed for not appreciating and respecting my Texas roots in my blog rants. I've been told I sound all "highfalutin" - that I've become a traitor and have gone all "LA". WELL, WELL, WELL... Let me be the first one to tell you this is utter BULLSHIT!! (Look, I'm even calling bullshit in the first paragraph. If that's not a true Texas style, I don't know what the hell is).
I decided when I started this blog that one of the things I loved the most was the fact that I've accidentally found myself living an actual lifestyle experiment. Not many people can say they fully live a life in two states that are as different as Mitt Romney and Barack Obama - literally. What I love about the life I live is that the differences between the people and places I bounce between are funny, colorful, and truly not as different as you might think. I've discovered that as much as Texans like to say (or yell) they want to secede from the country to get away from all the weirdos in LA, they really don't. And as much as Angelenos *say* they would like to distance themselves from the boot kickin', shit talkin', beef eatin' Texans, they really are jealous of how damn big and bold we Texans are.
I love to write. My writing style is much like my talking style - LOUD and BIG. Everything I share with you is based on truth but does have a little extra seasoning added to it. It's my creative license to tell a story any way I want to. I'm not trying to convince, convert, or castrate anyone with my tales. I am discovering that personal stories that are funny to me might not always be as funny to my family. I respect this. I've tried to change names and situations to avoid getting "the call" from an ex, my dad, or my friends. I'm sometimes bummed, but more often gun shy, that I can't openly share my stories of my family's past and present, cause god knows we've created some GREAT stories. When I move to my cabin in the woods, I'm never going to hold back. I'm gonna tell it ALL! Of course, I won't be able to come back for the holidays, but I guess that's the price I have to pay to write about the people who have given me SO much to write about.
Life is funny. It's equally fun to write about. When I'm in Texas and someone is frying up bulls balls that are being served off a tailgate and a paper plate and we're all drinking cold beer in a koozie, I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT! I want my precious vegan-yogi friends to see what it is really like to LIVE. Laugh. Judge. Turn up your nose. I don't care. Eating fried bull balls and drinking beer in a pasture is as much a part of me as eating an eight course meal at Nobu's in Malibu wearing shoes that I stupidly paid too much for. My life is ALL of the experiences I have along the way, none more important than the other.
I write to share, not to breakdown. I write to laugh, not to laugh at. Life is long and sometimes hard. It can really be a grind. It's easy to get frustrated and overwhelmed with the mountains in front of us. Kids, house, mortgage, marriage, divorce... we should laugh at our differences, and smile at our similarities.
Bull balls anyone????