Comments on: I’m Not Tough Enough For Texas

By: Chubby Mommy

Chubby Mommy — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 05:00:39 +0000

It took me forEVER to realize that there was really only *one* meal on Sunday: supper. The fact that my grandma started cooking it on Saturday afternoon was, apparently, irrelevant.

By: Donna B.

Donna B. — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 21:46:35 +0000

Bolie, let me see if I can explain. Supper is always the evening meal. The noon meal is often referred to as dinner, especially by older people. Younger ones are more likely to say lunch, and call the evening meal dinner.

In the olden days, the noon meal was the big meal of the day. Supper was often leftovers from noon. Sunday dinners after church were THE big meal of the week.

My uncle pretty much lost his mind in the year before his death. He was in a nursing home and got the family all upset by his complaining that they never fed him supper. What we finally realized is that they were calling it dinner, so he was expecting another meal that day.

By: Chubby Mommy

Chubby Mommy — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:38:29 +0000

Don’t you get to missing snow? I would. I lived in Austin for some time, and aside from a month or so when I needed a sweater there was no such thing as autumn or winter, no nights when you had to have a blanket just to sit outside. I love nights like that.

By: Bolie Williams IV

Bolie Williams IV — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 21:41:18 +0000

I live here (in Houston) and I still don’t get the supper/dinner/lunch thing. Too many words for eating. If it weren’t for the fact that my family is all here and my industry is here, I’d move. I hate the heat. I love my air conditioner, though.

By: Margi

Margi — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:15:49 +0000

Or the time in El Paso when we attended the Sun Bowl Christmas day – in shorts.

I love the winters there – but the summers? Not so much.

But of course, as far as the rest of Texas is concerned, El Paso ain’t Texas. They’re Mexico del Norte – bless their hearts.

Last time I was home, I realized that they’re probably right.

I don’t miss border living. Not all that much. Not enough to be in All My Exes Live In Texas Hell, that is.

I’m pushing for my Mommies (twin mom & auntie) to move here.

So far, not much luck.

I do love Tejas, though. I miss it a lot sometimes.

xoxo

By: Donna B.

Donna B. — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:58:11 +0000

Remind me to tell you about the Christmas in Texas where the high was 10. Oh, and the Easter it snowed.

Then there was the time (1980, 81 maybe) that the high for 30+ days was over a 100. That was the summer the sump pump broke on the ancient AC and we spent every evening bailing out the tiny basement it was installed in. That resulted in our having the only green grass in town.

That was in Dallas. I’m not sure I could take Houston summers.