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The Difference between Texas and Iowa for a Fantastic Friday

The Difference between Texas and Iowa for a Fantastic Friday

What's the difference between Iowa and Texas? Here are my top ten answers based on a few days in Corpus Christi last week.A few years back I spoke at a conference in Corpus Christi, Texas in January and thus escaped several days worth of Iowa winter. With our state in the deep freeze again, perhaps these 10 observations will warm your chilly heart on this Fantastic Friday.

10. Bilingual signs are no big deal in Texas. In Iowa, some people view them with suspicion.

9.  Corpus Christi, population 307,953, is considered a small city in Texas. Des Moines, population 206,599, is Iowa’s largest city and the capitol. We think it’s plenty big.

8.  Texas wait staff ask if you want sweet iced tea or plain iced tea. Iowa wait staff ask if you want hot tea or iced tea.

7.  Texas restaurants feature iced tea as their go-to drink in January. Iowa restaurants feature coffee. Hot coffee.

6.  In Texas, you can order shrimp three days in a row, and it’s no big deal. In Iowa, it’s a big deal.

5.   When the Star Spangled Banner accompaniment doesn’t work in Texas, every day folk sing a capella, no holds barred. In Iowa, every day folk refuse to sing anything a capella unless under duress because it’s not polite to show off.

4.  Iowans feel guilty about escaping winter to enjoy 70+ degree Texas weather for a few days. Texans think Iowans are crazy to live where the temperature goes below freezing.

3.  In much of Texas, home owners consider swimming pools a necessity and furnaces non-essential. In Iowa, furnaces are a necessity and swimming pools are for rich people.

2.  In Texas, people will wait in line for a half hour to get ice cream at Baskin Robbins on a  January Friday night. In Iowa, people wait in line for a half hour to get hot chocolate on a January Friday night.

1.   John Wayne may have been born in Iowa, but Texas owns him.

Top Ten Similarities Between Flight Delays & Special Needs Parenting

Top Ten Similarities Between Flight Delays & Special Needs Parenting

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A week ago Sunday, my flight home from Ronald Reagan National Airport to Des Moines was cancelled. According to the airline (see photo for a hint as to which one), they could not put together a flight crew. The airline rebooked my flight for the next day, and in the 17 hours until it departed, I had oodles of time to come up with these 10 similarities between flight delays and raising kids with special needs.

10.  Unexpected expenses pop up all the time and everywhere.

9.    Sleep deprivation is an integral part of each circumstance.

8.    In both cases, it’s wise to pray first, speak second, and then pray some more.

7.   Parents and passengers learn very quickly that are not in control.

6.   Flexibility is essential, not optional.

5.   Both parents and passengers learn to bite their tongues.

4.   Once the dust settles and their tongues have healed, parents and passengers need to advocate for better treatment. (My letter of complaint went out in Saturday’s mail. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.)

3.   Both situations are rife with rudeness and unexpected grace.

2.   They are both cauldrons in which deep and lasting friendships form.

1.   Two crucial elements can transform these potential negatives into positives: a sense of humor and a spirit of forgiveness.

What would you add to the list? Leave a comment.

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Top Ten Differences Between Iowa and Texas

Top Ten Differences Between Iowa and Texas

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What’s the difference between Iowa and Texas? Here are my top ten answers based on a few days in Corpus Christi last week.

10. Bilingual signs are no big deal in Texas. In Iowa, some people view them with suspicion.

9.  Corpus Christi, population 307,953, is considered a small city in Texas. Des Moines, population 206,599, is Iowa’s largest city and the capitol. We think it’s plenty big.

8.  Texas wait staff ask if you want sweet iced tea or plain iced tea. Iowa wait staff ask if you want hot tea or iced tea.

7.  Texas restaurants feature iced tea as their go-to drink in January. Iowa restaurants feature coffee. Hot coffee.

6.  In Texas, you can order shrimp three days in a row, and it’s no big deal. In Iowa, it’s a big deal.

5.   When the Star Spangled Banner accompaniment doesn’t work in Texas, every day folk sing a capella, no holds barred. In Iowa, every day folk refuse to sing anything a capella unless under duress because it’s not polite to show off.

4.  Iowans feel guilty about escaping winter to enjoy 70+ degree Texas weather for a few days. Texans think Iowans are crazy to live where the temperature goes below freezing.

3.  In much of Texas, home owners consider swimming pools a necessity and furnaces non-essential. In Iowa, furnaces are a necessity and swimming pools are for rich people.

2.  In Texas, people will wait in line for a half hour to get ice cream at Baskin Robbins on a  January Friday night. In Iowa, people wait in line for a half hour to get hot chocolate on a January Friday night.

1.   John Wayne may have been born in Iowa, but Texas owns him.

Almost Spring – Recycled

Almost Spring – Recycled

It’s almost spring, and I can hardly wait for it to arrive. A look back at previous early posts shows this longing for spring is an annual event. This post shows that the spring of 2009 was full of almosts, spring surprises, and good friends.

Almost – Recycled

It’s almost spring, the calendar says, but the weather’s cold again today. Through the garden debris, the columbine are almost ready to unfurl their leaves. The peony tips are visible, almost pushing through the black dirt.

My life is a reflection of my flower garden. Mom’s house is almost sold, we’ve cleared out almost all it’s contents, and I’ve almost figured out her finances. I’m almost done going through the editor’s suggestions for A Different Dream, the mystery manuscript is almost done, and I’m almost ready for a speaking engagement. My house is almost in order, the bathrooms are almost clean, and I almost have the weekend menu planned.

The problem is, just like spring, I’m stuck at almost. As soon as I almost finish something, something more serious arises and I have abandon what’s almost done to address the other. Almost finished projects are piling up so fast they’re almost drowning me.

All I can do until April 10, when we close on Mom’s house, is make peace with the almosts. My friend came up with a perfect way to do it. We’re going to hear the author Bill Bryson speak at Drake University tonight. He’s a Des Moines native who lives in England and almost never gets back to Iowa. The talk will be an almost perfect ending to an almost winter day in what claims to be spring. And to think, I almost missed the opportunity.

Thanks for inviting me, Cindy.

My IRS Agent

My IRS Agent

My IRS agent Garnett Morris (left) died last night. Up until last year she worked incognito, at Ieast from my perspective. I learned of her former occupation last October when my mother (center) and Garnett’s sister Jeannie (right) visited Garnett at the nursing home she’d recently moved into.

Garnett’s mind was sharp, and she shared stories about her life in Des Moines during and after World War II. My parents always had great respect for Garnett, who was my dad’s cousin, a career woman and mother in an era when most women stayed home with their children. But they never mentioned (or more likely I never paid attention when they did) that she worked for the IRS.

My retelling of the details may be fuzzy since Garnett’s revelation left me shell shocked. Dad’s faithful older cousin who sent him birthday cards year after year was with the Feds? This comfortable woman, whose Christmas letters were full of exceedingly average family news, was an IRS agent? How could I pay attention to what she said after a bombshell like that?

If what I remember is anything close to accurate, she started as an office worker, not as an agent. But eventually, she was promoted and in charge of a whole lot of office workers. And she traveled to be trained and to train other people, which I figure could have been her story while she did secret tax audits. So I think she really was an IRS agent, but the government doesn’t want her to blow her cover.

Ever since that day, I’ve wanted to visit her again and get the skinny on her job, under the guise of taking Mom and Jeannie to see her again. But I never got around to it, and now it’s too late.

I’m a little sad today, not because my overactive imagination didn’t get fresh fodder. I’m sad because Garnett would have enjoyed our visit. So in honor of Garnett, I’m going to conduct a time audit and straighten out my priorities. If I inherited the same accountant gene she did, it will be easy. More likely, my overactive imagination is messing with my head, and it’s going to be a chore.

Whichever it is, I know that while I’m tidying up my Day Planner, Dad and Garnett will enjoy a good talk. Because everybody in my dad’s family inherited the visiting gene. No exceptions.