In this part of the country, atop the Eagle Ford Shale and in between all the cows, oil derricks dot the land.
One of the larger oil derricks in the area, and the subject of my tour.
Besides the cows and oil derricks there’s not a lot around for many, many miles. In this particular town the bovine to human population is 10:1. At the very least.
Traffic on the way to the oil derrick.
I really wish I owned land here.
Why? you ask. Do you like cows? you ask.
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I made it to Bandera, Texas, the Cowboy Capital of the World. And it was good for me.
Cowboy Capital of the World!
Bandera is bangin’! It’s a small Texas Hill Country town full of real cowboys. (…) They’ve got something going on almost every night of the week.
And it’s going on bralessly. Apparently.
Somebody is braless in Bandera, Texas.
If you consider the number of bras hanging from the ceiling in this bar, virtually every woman is braless in Bandera, Texas. Is that how to rope a cowboy? I’m asking because I need to know.
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I’ve been in the Republic of Texas for only a few months now and I love it. For roughly ten years in the mid-1800′s, Texas was it’s own country known as the Republic of Texas with four presidential terms and three presidents. That’s your history lesson for the day. You’re welcome.
This is the land of the truck-driving, gun-totting, modern day cowboy. Land of y’alls and yes, ma’ams, said with a sexy southern drawl. Pair that with cowboy boots and a hat and it’s enough to make a gal swoon – even if he is divorced from a nutty ex (more on that below).
According to my friend, a born-and-bred Texan and self-proclaimed history buff, Texas is the only state in the nation allowed to fly their state flag at the same height as the US flag – part of the concession to Texas joining the U.S. (I could not find a viable source to back this up. If you know of one, please cite it in the comments.)
In Texas we don't call 911.
Texas is still the old Wild West when it comes to the law… people don’t call 911.
I saw bullets laying on
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Really, what more could one ask for?
Monterey County is one of my favorite places in California. Santa Barbara being the other. But when it comes to the coastal views, Monterey County wins hands down.
Big Sur, Carmel, and Monterey have some of the most beautiful coastline in the country.
Point Lobos State Park, near Carmel
Highway One on the way to Big Sur
Seals at Old Fisherman's Wharf in Monterey
Enough of the pretty stuff. Here’s the weird, wacky, and wonderful around the area…
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This blog can’t be all about me. Well, not *all* the time.
I’d like to start by thanking a few readers who spent HOURS reading many pages of my blog in one week of August alone. You. warm. my. heart!
To Renner, SD: Thank you for perusing 9 pages and spending 30 minutes on my blog !
To Memphis, TN: Thank you for reading 11 pages in 30 minutes! (BTW – Memphis is on my list of places to visit!)
Finally, The Grand Prize (Sorry, there isn’t really a prize. Oh, don’t cry! Sheesh, I’ll make an award, ok?) for reading approximately 80 pages!, spending over 8 hours!! on my blog goes to the reader in Broken Arrow, OK! YeeHAA! Let’s just be clear – I love you!
And I love all of you. This award is thank all of you who take the time to read this blog. *muah*
I do hope my blog isn't the most exciting thing in your day.
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Today, this post all about thanking those who help protect this country. It’s about giving back to your community by volunteering or donating, expressing gratitude, and connecting with your neighbors, friends, and family.
For the tenth anniversary of 9/11, it’s also about how much I’ve learned as a person and we’ve gained as a country.
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It was touch and go for a while there. But two relatively minor sewer problems later, and one emergency trip to the vet, and I am officially on my way to San Diego.
Holy Crap, y’all. What was I thinking taking my (not so) skinny butt on the road in a big RV?
With a cat that hates to be in moving vehicles?
I’m sure this is just my usual panic-mode of coping with new situations, combined with the “RV newbie” fear. Right? (say ‘yes’) This will probably all be old hat after this first test run is over and I get back to northern California in about two and a half weeks.
Driving from northern California to BlogHer in southern California is actually a perfect opportunity for a test run. I’m sure I’ve packed way too much stuff, and in some cases not nearly enough (Food? Who needs food?).
But I have an outfit for most every occasion and that’s what’s important. Yes, and shoes. I plan to be at BlogHer in time for the Thursday night party in one of the aforementioned outfits. This RV? She’s got closet.
My motto is: There’s no sense in traveling if you can’t bring your cutest clothes.
(Video of the inside of my RV at end of post.)
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What a wonderful way to spend a Memorial Day: Riding on a Harley, to a National Monument, and a BBQ with family. All with the complete sense of freedom and safety.
This post is on the serious side, folks, but I feel the need to describe to you what I learned. Those things above would not be possible without the selfless dedication of our American Troops. My heart goes out to the families of the fallen, the men and women serving away from their families, and all the men and women past, present and future who’ve kept and continue to keep this country free.
Thank you all for your service. And thank you to the families who endure the separation so their loved ones may serve.”
Amazing Grace by LeAnn Rimes. I don’t know who created the clip.
This is how I spent my Memorial Day:
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