Zombies, RV Life, and Random Craziness
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By Kernut, on March 10th, 2013% 
Yup… Chocolate covered bacon is like sex.
(Maybe better, depending on the skill level of those involved.)
They fry everything in Texas: all fish, pickles, bacon, candy bars, mallow pies, strawberry shortcake, cheesecake, oreos, twinkies, s’mores, etc.
Y’all know I love a good festival. Since attending some of Texas’ festivals, fairs, and rodeos I’ve had some of THE BEST fried desserts ever. Fried cheesecake and fried oreos topped the list.
That is, until yesterday at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo.
Peeps! Sooo cute!
I could tell you about the darling peeps (baby chicks).
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By Kernut, on February 3rd, 2013% 
World’s Largest Longhorn
One cannot spend any amount of time at all near Austin, Texas without hearing about Longhorns. Yup, they’re a breed of cattle. (see below)
Some type of (pissed off) longhorn with curly horns. I blame the humidity for the curly horns; it does the same thing to my hair.
But - more importantly to many Texans – the Longhorns are a college football team.
Many years ago, I watched football all the time, particularly in the era of Joe Montana (past QB for the SF 49ers). With the exception of watching the Super Bowls for the commercials, I haven’t watched individual games in a very long time. Sadly, there are no 49er fans (that I’ve found) here in the middle of cow country. In fact, I get the distinct impression Texans prefer college football to league football. Since the 49ers are in the super bowl I’ll be glued to the TV tonight. There is ONE 49er fan in cow country.
But guess what? This post isn’t about football! It is about “World’s Largest” goofy sights in Austin.
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By Kernut, on January 22nd, 2013% 
Arachnophilia = The love of spiders.
It’s coming to get you!
I love spiders. They fascinate me – provided they aren’t in my house or on me. Then they terrify me. (That last part is very important… in my house or on me = dead spider. Yes, my love for spiders is fickle.)
Do any of you recall the name of the pest control company that had very large plastic black widows on the side of its white trucks? Anyway, I loved seeing those trucks driving around town in southern California as a kid. I wanted one of those huge plastic spiders so bad. I’m sure I asked my father for one.
I don’t have a giant plastic spider, yet, but think it would be a terrific addition to the roof of my RV. That just screams “crazy people live here, best to stay far away.” (I crack me up!)
Until then…
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By Kernut, on October 26th, 2012% 
Someone drank a lot of wine. Apparently.
In the middle of nowhere, just outside of Columbus, Texas, you’ll find a huge general store full of the not-so-general. And a lot of “recycled” (aka “garbage”) art. Started in 2006, the Industrial Country Market, and its many structures, are all self-sustaining and fully “off-grid”. Wandering around the large grounds, I would’ve guessed the many well-made outbuildings, extensive art gardens and displays had been started twenty years ago rather than only six.
The not-so-general general store…
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By Kernut, on October 17th, 2012% 
There it was, Cinderella’s Coach.
It was sitting just off the highway in La Grange, Texas, the town most notable for the ZZ Top song of the same name.
My new ride…
Now all I need is to find my glass slipper and that illusive Prince.
Buy custom products at Kernut’s Zazzle store
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By Kernut, on September 22nd, 2012% It’s a nice little town and all, so why do some people say Luling, Texas is “loopy”?
Maybe it’s because of the Watermelon Thump festival where the person who can spit a watermelon seed the farthest wins. Wins what, I don’t know. Sadly, I missed this festival.
It could also be the watermelon water tower or the crashed airplane advertising skydiving. It’s probably not because of the nice park. But rather than attempt to describe any loopiness, it’s times like these when a picture really is worth a thousand words. You be the judge of the loopiness.
Let’s start with the watermelon water tower…
And why not paint it like a giant green melon?
But really, if you could paint your water tower like a watermelon, wouldn’t you?
As I mentioned earlier, there is a park.
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By Kernut, on August 16th, 2012% 
Remember when I said ‘Texans have big balls‘? Well, they have some really big nuts, too.
But they let me in anyway.
I went to the nuthouse. I know you’re all thinking, “Well, it’s about time!”
No, not as a patient! It was just for a visit thankyouverymuch. Besides, it wasn’t that kind of nuthouse.
But before we get to the nuthouse, I’m going to tell you about the World’s Biggest Nuts. And they’re in Texas, of course.
Seguin, Texas, Home of the World’s Largest Pecan. But which one? There are three and this is the small one.
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By Kernut, on July 24th, 2012% 
And the gratuitous photos just keep coming. This is the last post in the “wanna be like Playboy” series of photos with little or no storyline (don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about), finishing off my time on the Texas Gulf Coast.
Aransas Pass Shrimporee – A festival about shrimp.
The Aransas Pass Shrimporee festival has shrimp, like the Fulton Oysterfest has oysters. Yup, that’s how they name the festivals around here.
Nothing quite like posing with a big shrimp. Sadly, it’s probably not the first time.
Despite how it may look, I am NOT pregnant. (That would require having had sex recently.) The wind caught my dress. When that happened to Marilyn Monroe, it looked sexy. When it happens to me, I look pregnant.
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By Kernut, on May 18th, 2012% 
Editorial Note: For those of you following along, this is the last out-of-sequence post on my travels to my current spot on the Texas coast. Not that my postings the last couple months would indicate, but the trip was a direct route from the southern California desert, through southern Arizona (with stops in Yuma and Willcox), followed by a speedy “peddle to the metal” drive through New Mexico (didn’t get to see anything) to the Texas Hill Country, then down to the Texas coast where I am now. After this post I will have finally caught up to my current location! Thanks for hanging in there with my crazy (an unintended) sequencing.
Evidence of the Wild West is alive and well all over the southwestern states. Tributes to fallen outlaws and admired cowboys alike abound.
The city of Willcox, Arizona may be small is size (population roughly 4,500) but it is large in western history.
Downtown Willcox, Arizona, high noon.
Warren Earp, youngest of the Earp brothers, was shot and killed on a corner in Willcox, Arizona in 1900. He is buried in the Old Cemetery.
The Rex Allen Museum and Willcox Cowboy Hall of Fame.
Actor, singer and songwriter Rex Allen, known as the Arizona Cowboy, was born 40 miles from Willcox, and he died in Tuscon in 1999. His legend lives on in a museum dedicated to his memory in downtown Willcox. Also known as the Last of the Silver Screen Cowboys, he has a star on the Hollywood Walk of . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Willcox, Arizona, resting place of Warren Earp, Rex Allen and Koko the Horse.
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