Ohhhhh. It Ain't My Fault.

First off that title is in reference to a rap song. There are many of those throughout this blog so, just read it and move on knowing that you are not as ghetto as me :-) You can take a girl from the south but you can't take the south out of the girl!

Anyway. I realized than on my last trip home that my picky eating habits is NOT my fault. I grew up thinking that my parents ate a variety of different vegetables, fruits and adventurous foods. Um, what crack was I smokin? I tried to go home and fix meals for them and help out and I had a hard time figuring out what to make because they are PICKY!! Way picky. So I am relinquishing my guilt and resigning to my victimhood that my parents did this to me and it's not my fault. I think out of all of us Melissa is the one who will eat the most variety of fruits and veggies.

I will admit that I have been trying harder to expand my food vocabulary and I do eat peaches and black beans now. My parents have never even had black beans! Dusty has played a big part in helping me try new foods. Oh yeah and the other day I had fried pickles and delicious spinach salad. The pickles were just OK. Ranch overs anything up :-)

What is your most adventurous food you have eaten? What do you suggest I try next? (and you can forget about cherry tomatoes. Marcie could tell you I almost threw up in her kitchen....)

How to Write Your Own Memoir

This is a link from Oprah.com and it's just an article that helps you understand a better starting place of how to begin to write your personal memoir. I guess working at this genealogy conference has inspired me to think about this a little. I haven't even read the whole article but wanted to share it while it's on my mind.

How to Write Your Own Memoir

My Texas Cowboy

This is Dusty in one of his MANY photos dressed p in his cowboy gear. His mom said he went everywhere in it and everyone just was blown away at how cute he was. We still have that shirt and belt of his. The belt is leather and has his name "Dusty" burnt in the back of it. They are treasures to me. I think they are adorable!

Practining his daily roping skills

This is actually Dusty on George Strait night at one of the Houston Rodeo's. He got to take his picture on this bull. I am sure it was one of the highlights in his cowboy career....

And he wonders why I call him my cowboy. :-)