MEET THE MOM (she’s from Texas)

Hi there! I’m Micki Allen. If you ask me where I’m from, I’ll tell you Texas. I’d be hard pressed to be any more specific than that. From whereabouts? you ask. Well, I have lived, at one time or another, in Houston, Galena Park, Kingwood, Atascocita, Humble, Colleyville, Midland, Lubbock, Grand Prairie, Mansfield, and Arlington. I’m a self-proclaimed Nomadic Texan seeing as how I’ve lived in almost every corner of the state.

Texas is the BEST!

Texas is the BEST!

I was born and bred in Texas and refuse to live anywhere else. In fact, staying in Texas was a condition of my prenuptial agreement. I promised that I’d vacation in or visit any state in the US [even Yankee states], but come hell or high water, I’d never call any place else my home. Texas genuinely would’ve been a deal breaker. Thank heavens, my spice agreed to stay put til’ death do us part.

In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m quite proud of being Texian. And, I’m not alone. I don’t really know why we native Texians seem to have such an immense pride about this grand and glorious state of ours, but there’s a tidy sum who seem to. I think Davy Crockett summed it up best when he declared, “Y’all can go to hell, and I’ll go to Texas.” By the way, that’s a misquote, but it’s a damn good one, so we let it ride.

An excerpt from the April 9, 1836 edition of the Niles Weekly Register (Baltimore, Maryland) provides the now famous account of Davy Crockett's arrival in Texas

An excerpt from the April 9, 1836 edition of the Niles Weekly Register (Baltimore, Maryland) provides the now famous account of Davy Crockett’s arrival in Texas.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just the company I keep; but I can attest to the fact that I’ve never met anyone who bragged, “Hey, I’m from Rhode Island!” The saying goes, “Everything’s bigger in TEXAS.” And wouldn’t you know, that goes for pride, too.

So, I have a lot of kids. They’re all from Texas, too. God knows I love my children. And, not just because they’re all Texian. Each and every one of them has a special place in my big ol’ Texian heart.

We're as Texan as the obligatory bluebonnet photo.

We’re as Texian as the obligatory bluebonnet photo.

And like most Texian mothers, I am a fiercely loyal mother. This is not meant to imply that Yankee moms aren’t loyal. Of course, they are. But if you’ve ever seen one Texian mom go up against another Texian mom at a beauty pageant or a football game, you’ll know where I’m coming from here. As the saying goes, “Mess with me, I’ll let karma take care of you. Mess with my kids, and I become karma.”

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karma has no menu. you’re served what’s deserved.

Of course, you can’t mess with Texas. At all. Native Texians especially — whether they be cowboys, suburbanites, big city folk, or any of the citizenry in betwixt the Red and Blue extremes — will happily open up a good ol’ can of Whoop Ass on ya iffin’ ya do mess with Texas. And, just so ya’ know, it is a fact that many of us are actually armed. Like with guns ‘n all. Just sayin’.

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That said, we Texians can be sweeter’n iced sweet tea and pecan pie if we’re of a mind to … and there’s a reason it’s called Southern hospitality. I’ve actually seen a bona fide Redneck defend the honor of a larger-than-life Drag Queen outside a Winn-Dixie and nearly come to fistacuffs just because, as he said, “I don’t give a good goddamn iffin’ she is a man. Y’all don’t talk like that to a Lady in my presence and live to tell the tale.” So, be aware that some stereotypes about us Texians are pure-D false.

Here are some stereotypes about Texians that I should point out as mostly bullshit just because I don’t actually fill the bill on ’em.

  • I don’t own a pair of cowboy boots or any cowboy shirts. No, not a-one.
  • I don’t listen to Country Music — unless someone else happens to turn it on and I don’t wanna be unfriendly ‘n ask them to change the channel to somethin’ more along the lines of Disco.
  • I don’t ride horses. Anywhere. In fact, I’m not a big ol’ fan of horses at all. They’re pretty to look at or share a carrot with, but you’ll never see me ridin’ one.
  • While I’m a proud Red Raider (#wreckemtech), I don’t go to football games. I’m not what you’d call outdoorsy.
  • I absolutely love biscuits n’ gravy, cornbread, grits, and barbecue, but you’ll never, ever see me eating beans around a campfire. I hate beans and I certainly don’t do campin’. My idea of roughin’ it is spending a night at the Howard Johnson’s.
  • I love guns but I never hunt. I’m not agin’ it, I just think if ya kill it, you’d best be eatin’ it. And I certainly don’t cotton to hunting as “sport” cuz it ain’t a fair fight. Take down that wild boar with your bare hands an’ then we’ll talk sport.

Well, that’s all folks. Please enjoy my site. I hope you’ll kick up your heels and sit a spell. I promise that my writing is better than my accent. Y’all. ♥

35 Comments

35 thoughts on “MEET THE MOM (she’s from Texas)

  1. Hi Micki, thank you for liking a comment I made on Jason’s (OM) blog. I thought I’d stop and take a peek at your site and I’m glad I did-love your About. I look forward to reading your posts. Have a good one! Steph

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  2. Hey, Micki! Just had to come visit you, after being at Jacqueline’s party today! It was great fun. I have so enjoyed reading this post! Hello, fellow Texan!! I agree with all your statements about Texas. We’ve lived in lots of places here, but Lubbock is home! So, I see you’ve lived here, too! 🙂 Yay! So nice to meet you, Micki! Drop by and say hey anytime!

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