(deep in the heart)

[helpwess]

If you know me at all you know I am the gayest that ever gayed for Texas. I grew up on a cattle ranch and narrowly avoided getting the typical Texas collegiate tattoo, an outline of Texas filled in with the Texas flag, a few years ago. (THERE'S STILL TIME THOUGH) I have three giant Texas belt buckles and six-shooter earrings. I take pride in my shit-talking about San Antonio, Dallas, and Houston (because obviously Austin is the only place a reasonable person would live; we call it the little oasis of blue in a sea of red) but non-Texans trashing Texas had better step off! My parents live west of San Antonio Ugh on a horse ranch they purchased a year ago, and last summer I went to Crawford while Cindy Sheehan was there.

I'm gay for Texas, alright?

So think about how much pleasure it gave me this afternoon when, working on the museum exhibit opening at the end of the month, I was able to a) successfully identify the chicken sounds in the background as a chicken who had Definitely Just Laid An Egg; b) have a thorough discussion about the proper pronunciation of place names.

Guadalupe = GUAD-a-loop
Koenig = KAY-nig
Manchaca = MAN-shack
Rio Grande = Rio Grand
Bexar = Bayer
ETA: OH haha, Mesquite = M'SKEET. The mister (OHIO) still has trouble with this one.

Also, I would like to take this moment to do a little regional colloquialism collecting. Poll Colloquialism fun!