Only native Texans can understand what a summer in the Lone Star State is really all about. It's more than just hot. It's sorching. You can see the heat waves and a sheen of sweat is a permanent thing from May through September. Some people relieve the heat by wearing next to nothing. I'll stick to cold lemonade and my air conditioner! I was sent the following in an email the other day and it's so true. Here is just a little taste of what I'll be in for during the next several months:
YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN TEXAS IN SUMMER WHEN. . . .
The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
The trees are whistling for the dogs.
The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
Hot water now comes out of both taps.
You can make sun tea instantly.
You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron!
The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.
You discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.
You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is> pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.
The cows are giving evaporated milk.
Ah, what a place to call home. The following picture is one that reminds me that not too long ago I was somewhere that required me to wear multiple layers of clothes and my heaviest winter coat and expose as little of myself as possible. I'm sure the first time I burn my hip on my seat belt buckle I'll be wishing to be back in New York City in the middle of winter!
9 comments:
Those are funny looking pajamas....just saying.
Mike: Gosh...you're never satisfied...just saying.
Well...I wouldn't say never....just saying.
Did she rob a bank up there? Sheesh....what depths a person goes to hide themselves.
Ok... just looking at you wrapped up like that makes me HOT. Bleh!
Mike: I really don't want to know about the non-never times...lol!
Jamie: Don't encourage his obsession with pjs!!!!
Mike: No bank robbing (and not hiding...except from the cold) but it was FREEZING. I had to be all bundled up. I think that day I even wore my pj bottoms under my jeans because the wind was cutting right through them to my skin.
Annette: Yeah I feel hot to looking at it, but up there it was so appropriate. You know I never did wear that coat, hat, gloves, and scarf together in Texas. Even Winter is warm here!
LOL so true!
Pic is cute! But who is it? ;)
D.Ox: This is one hot place! Where I went to college they have a 100 mile bike race that is appropriately named Hotter Than Hell Hundred.
Staci: It's me...you couldn't tell? I had my friend D take that picture because I was so cold. We'd been walking around looking for Trump Tower and every single cell was frozen over.
Somehow in 102 degree weather that just makes me hot...doesn't bring back cold memories...lol.
I totally understand. When we left the house this morning it was already his 70's and we can out of church it was 102 (per the car thermometer). It was crazy. And as for winter what is that?
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