A Lovely Fall Day Trip to Brenham When you live in the Texas hill country, Brenham is a well-known day trip destination. That's partly because of its proximity to Austin (just about an hour and a half east on Hwy 290) and partly because of its thriving downtown (shops and restaurants around the walkable town square). [caption id="attachment_4432" align="aligncenter" width="1201"] Photo courtesy DowntownBrenham.com[/caption] However, what really gives Brenham a top spot on the day-trip list is the fact that there's always
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HAPPY TEXAS FALL, Y'ALL!
While it's not, by the calendar, technically FALL for a few more days, it's close enough for you and me, isn't it?
We start getting ready for a pumpkin spice latte just about now, right? And football - and leaves changing from green to burnt orange - and being wrapped in a blanket on a cool morning - and - well, you know - just all things FALL!
Back in the panhandle where I'm from, the leaves are changing and blowing right off the trees about now, but the hearts
Happy anniversary to us! There are about a jillion ways to celebrate an anniversary in the Texas hill country, but before we moved to Austin, I didn't really know what they were. Now, after a whole bunch of anniversary celebrations in fascinating parts elsewhere around the country, we are finding that the only places we really want to go are the ones to which we haven't been - right here in our own big ol' Texas backyard. So, this anniversary, we explored the tiny little hill country town of Johnson City, where we discovered
If it's really true that everything is bigger in Texas, Buc-ee's is one place that proves it. With its Beaver-beholden label on loads of signature snacks, Buc-ee's is drawing roadsters in for their roadies like nobody's business. (Taffy is one of Buc-ee's bestsellers.) If you forgot to bring a nice piece of jewelry home from your business trip to Houston, just stop for a bag of these Beaver Nuggets or Buc-ee's Nug-ees for your sweetie. There's a chance she'll be just as happy. But, hold it, first stop - restrooms!
(Note: This is Day Two of a series of three posts about our family's trip to Washington, D.C. In case you missed Day One, here's where to find it.) 3 Packed Days in D.C. - Where to Go and What to Eat My dear man LOVES a certain movie. We saw it the first time together, but the million and 12 times after that, he's seen it on his own. In bits and pieces. In small Saturday afternoon splices and Sunday night special scenes. I don't think he's seen it in its entirety more than once, but he NEVER tires of whatever part he gets to
"Why aren't we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that." - Clark Griswold [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="1920"] Photo credit - Today.com[/caption] Clark Griswold was right about that. Back in the day, half the fun of vacation was the getting there part. Well...until the driver who had just about had it pulled over to let all of you have it. My step-dad cared not one lick (so to speak) where we were when it was time to pull that big brown station wagon of ours over, either. We could have been
It's not that I have a fetish or anything (that sounds pretty creepy), but on the other hand, I seriously do notice pretty feet. And I'm certainly not the only one. The Chinese have long ago discontinued the tradition of foot binding; however, it was a practice long- considered as greatly contributing to the beauty of a wealthy young girl. In India, children bow to touch the feet of their elders as a sign of great respect. Don't show the sole of your shoe when visiting the Middle East, but do try to trip on your left foot when
I just dearly love Thanksgiving. The flavors, the togetherness, the weather - and the family games. This year, we played Hedbanz, and it was great fun! By the time Friday rolls around, though, if you're like me, you kinda start itchin' for a little something to do outside. Shopping? Maybe. More likely, something like a great little day trip. So we made turkey sandwiches from two loaves of French bread that we could slice when we reached our destination, and loaded them into our insulated picnic bag, along with a bag
My step-dad doesn't know that we are supposed to be speaking with shorter words when conversing with millenials. But, for the whole time I've known him, he has been a pro at calling cities and towns by half their real names. San Antone is short for San Antonio. Until I was 14 years old, I literally Did.Not.Know.That. Same with Albu-kerk. That's only the half of it. I should have figured it out sooner. We listened to plenty of country music on family trips in the brown station wagon - but, for real, I thought the singers
If you're down and confused...And you don't remember who you're talking to...Concentration slips away...Because your baby is so far away... -Stephen Stills (1970) OverFiftyers have a lot more in common than our love for '70s music and platform shoes. One big thing is this: The kids don't live at home anymore. If we're lucky, we might have one that comes home from college in the summer. Lots of us are blessed to live in the same town with our kids, but if not...we make plans to see them whenever, wherever and however