Some things never change …
My basement had a minor flood (not complaining because my little brother lives in Iowa City and has been sandbagging for weeks). Anyhow – while sorting through boxes of wet stuff I found my old journal and stumbled across this entry.
I was leaving Texas after six months there as a single 23-year-old and a morning radio co-host. Needless to say – the cowboys were plentiful and so were the lessons learned. I wrote them down, but didn’t follow them.
September 16, 2003
Lessons I learned here in Texas:
1. Don’t sleep with men – it messes with their heads. They’re better as friends.
2. Don’t date four men at once. You forget who’s who.
3. Hang out with everyone but do NOT trust everyone.
4. Don’t drink too much around co-workers – unless – no, just never. Because most of them are sober.
But sometimes not following the rules leads to little miracles, like meeting a French-Canadian, marrying him and then creating the cutest little boy on Earth who happens to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
[Photo Credit: Yummy Cowboys]
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Sigh. I miss Texas — some of the best two years of my life. (Of course, it would’ve been more fun as a 23-year-old than a middle schooler.)
I hear you Lauren. Those six months were the best six months of my pre-baby life.
And, I am now and forever will be a fan of Blue Grass and genuine Texas country music.
Oooh I’m dangerous everytime the rodeo stampedes through town. Can you say buttless chaps anyone?
Hanna!!! You were reading my mind. I am having a very, very stressful day at work (just have a super full plate). I keep coming back and staring at this picture – god, nothing like beautiful cowboys to make even the worst days bright!
LOL
: )
I sadly don’t have a thing for cowboys it must be a Texas thing I suppose.