The Times They Are a-Changin'

Troy Aikman wants you back
Willie Nelson wants you back
NASA wants you back
And the Bush twins want you back
And Pantera wants you back
And Blue Bell wants you back

Come back to Texas
Its just not the same since you went away
Before you lose your accent
And forget all about the Lone Star State
There's a seat for you at the rodeo
And I've got every slow dance saved
-Lyrics from "Ohio (Come Back to Texas)" by Bowling For Soup

Yep. I've wondered when I'd post on here about moving back to Texas. And it seems as if the time has come. I don't know that I really believe it yet. Besides, Brad hasn't even had his face-to-face yet. But as long as his future co-workers aren't the Devil incarnate, I think it's a go.

This company (Concentra) really, really, really wants him. He's only the second job candidate to be flown down on the company's dime in six years, and he's the ONLY person that has been extended a job without having a face-to-face interview.

We'll know for certain next Monday. Monday!

Merry Christmas!

The bags are packed, the house is clean, and every single stitch of laundry is done (which could be a miracle in and of itself!). We're off to Texas in the morning- early, as in 4:00.

In other great news, I learned today that I've lost a pant size! And while that's good, I don't know how long it'll last. I'm looking forward to all the great food. And in honor of said food, I leave you with the lyrics of my new favorite song, "Texas Cookin'" by George Strait:


Texas Cookin'

I'm going down to Austin, Texas
Ease on down to San Antone
Get that bar-b-que and chili
Eat my fill then come back home
I'm gonna take my baby with me
We gonna have a high ol' time
We gonna eat till we get silly
Sho' do make a beer taste fine

Chorus:
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I could

Well, I know a man that cooks armadillo
Tastes so sweet he calls it pie
I know a woman that makes pan dulce
Tastes so good it gets you high

Get them enchiladas greasy
Get them chicken steaks fried
Sho' do make a man feel happy
See white gravy on the side

Chorus

Well, I know a place that's got fried okra
Beat anything I ever saw
I know a man that cooks cabrito
It must be against the law

We gonna need a big ol' sausage
Big ol' plate of ranch-style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gonna need some brand new jeans


Merry Christmas!