return to texas... land of steers and...

beers! (what were *you* thinking?)so i got to make a little 5 day trip to san antonio... see one of my good friends, her husband, and my boy. and by "my boy" i mean my dog, of course. although, i can certainly tell who's been feeding him and spoiling him for the last year, cuz he was glued to her side... it was very cute.i also realized that while i lived in texas for a couple years in elementary school, i didn't remember that much about it. or the other 2nd and 3rd graders that made up my social circle hadn't fully developed into native "texas-americans" yet. i love architecture, and i love history and visiting historical sites... and my friends were awesome hosts, making sure i was well entertained and the full tour. as well as a taste of the texas culture......not that they could help it, i was surrounded by it. if i learned only this, it's that texans love 3 things above all else...1. They love texas. unfortunately, they seem to love it in the way that bible thumpers love their religion, and that is to shove it down your throat in such an overkill fashion that natural born noncomformists like me end up absolutely hating it. and then, they seem totally confused as to why on earth would you *not* want to be a texan. doesn't everyone?2. They love texas sports teams. which, while they're a little fanatical about this, i can't fault them for. 3. They love churches. and crosses. a lot. i was quite entertained by the uniformed police officers out on 4 lane roads to direct traffic in and out of the churches. although, the warning signs, which looked identical to a "yield" sign... only, with "church" in the middle... yeah, those took the cake. well, i figure it's about time those things came with a warning...