"Welcome to the Great Place"
I honestly have to wonder who coined that phrase. Ft. Hood and/or Texas and "great" are not words I tend to use in the same sentence.
We have been here about 2 1/2 years now. I've been a good Army wife (not like the ones you see on TV - that is a far cry from reality). I have done my best to make the best of the Lone Star State, but I really feel like Gene Autry lied to me.
The stars at night are not that big and bright....
And I have yet to hear anyone say ki-yippee-yippe-yi
I know it's considered poor etiquette to openly dislike Texas while within her boarders.
Etiquette is a bit of stretch too. There is actually a dress protocol of Texas Casual (i.e. boots and Wranglers). Emily Post would not condone this.
Anyway, an open negative comments about the People's Republic of Texas is like Spongebob taking on Sandy Cheeks. You might very well get karate chopped for it.
I have, however, become acclimatized to the harsh Texas conditions (yes, I shiver when the mercury dips below 93) and urbanized - which is ironic considering we literally are in Cowboy country; the most country thing we have done since living here is go to the Dairy Queen. My children have developed southern accents. Not to mention my country drawl is getting might thick as well. That is going above and beyond in making the most of 'where the Army sends you'. All that said, I just don't think I'll be embracing a longhorn any time soon.
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Adam and Zach (who now insists his name is Zach E. Zach - future rapper?) have had a recent fascination with astronauts. Not necessarily stars and planets, just men in oversized white snow suits.
I blame Dwayne Johnson.
I really do love their imaginations, and most of the time I'm happy to play Spaceman and the Martian Mom with them. Maybe I shouldn't encourage all their misconceptions about the science - they believe space exploration to be a combination of Planet 51 and Toy Story - but to my own amusement I do.
The other day Adam told me that astronauts don't sleep. He elaborated by telling me all about how the live in spaceshits (no, not a typo) and they work in the stars. Zach added to the debate by explaining that astronauts always work at night; therefore, because he and Adam were astronauts (or Buzz Lightyear, I forget) they shouldn't have to go to bed. It was late. I was tired. They won, but they had to look at the stars on their ceiling and the light had to be turned out.
I suppose they really did have a compelling argument. If you think about it, it is always night in space. But spaceshits sounds like something contagious floating around NASA....
Uh, Houston. We have a problem.
