Becoming Texans

So we have only been here for two months but we are slowly starting to become official Texans.  I'm not sure how I feel about that quite yet, to be honest with you.  I mean, we all know that Preston and I are Coloradans for life-no matter where we live.  But since we are probably going to be here for a little while, I figure we might as well enjoy the experience right?  After all, like they say (and I concur so far), Texas really is like it's own country.  Plus I feel so far removed from everyone we know, we might as well be in a different country!

This is the progress we have made so far in our Texanization...

1. We have Texas driver's licenses.  It took me like five years before I finally succumbed and I gave up my Colorado license for a Utah license and it was a sad day indeed.  However, my Utah license was about to expire when we moved here so I didn't have much of a choice but to get a Texas one right away.  And let me just tell you, it was a pain in the butt.  Talk about Texas doing things their own way!  In Utah I just walked up to the counter, handed them my CO license, filled out a little form and I was done.  Here you have to get your car inspected, get it registered, and switch your car insurance to a Texas policy before you can go wait in line for ten years to get your license.  It doesn't sound like a big deal I guess but we weren't expecting to do all that so I barely got my new license with one day to spare before I would have had to take all the tests all over again and I wasn't thrilled about it!
2. Our truck has Texas plates (thanks to the requirements for getting a license!).  But don't worry, I still have my Denver Broncos, Denver Nuggets, and Colorado Avalanche stickers on the back window of my truck, lest anyone wonder where my loyalties truly lie.
3. We ate at Chuy's and we liked it.  Quite a bit actually.  Food is one of the things we have been most excited about down here since there is so much food awesomeness.  EVERY SINGLE person we have asked for recommendations for a good mexican or tex-mex place has said you HAVE to eat at Chuy's.  The people here love their Chuy's.  So of course we checked it out and we really liked it. I'm already looking up copycat recipes to try to make some of their stuff at home.
4. We have also eaten at the Salt Lick, another local favorite that everyone has said we must try.  I have to admit though, it didn't quite live up to all the hype for me.  The meat was pretty good, but not magical and better than all other BBQ on the planet, and the sides were only mediocre.  I'm almost afraid to make these confessions so publicly because Texans are pretty passionate about their BBQ. 
5. I made Chicken Fried Steak and mashed potatoes with cream gravy for dinner the other night.  This is one of my favorite meals so it suits me just fine that it's like the state meal of Texas.  I've never attempted to make it on my own before.  It didn't turn out as good as I had hoped and I am going to have to spend some time perfecting it but it was still fairly delicious.   Mmmm... fried, creamy goodness.
6. We have learned the correct "Texas" pronunciation for local things.  Burnet is BURN-it.  Del Valle is dell valley.  Llano is LAN-o.  Manchaca is MAN-shack. Manor is MAY-ner.  And Guadalupe is GUADA-loop.  For being so close to Mexico, these Texans have no concept of Spanish pronunciation.
7. We are about to be Texas homeowners (and pay really high Texas property taxes!).  We close on our house in two days and move in the beginning of September and I can't even tell you how excited I am.  On a side note, there was a brush fire about a mile from our new house yesterday that destroyed 15 homes.  Needless to say, I was freaking out a little but the fire is out now, thank goodness!
8. H-E-B is my new favorite grocery store ever.  And even better, they have an H-E-B Plus like 3 minutes from our new house.  I've found that grocery shopping is slightly less tedious when you really like the store you shop at.  
9. I've accepted my sweaty fate.  Literally.  Within 30 seconds of walking outside my face is dripping.  It has been 106 here the last week, plus humidity, which makes it feel more like 110.  We have come to terms with the fact that summers here are not for hiking and biking and playing.  They are for drenching yourself with cold water or staying inside where there is AC.  The rest of the year can be spent biking and taking leisurely walks and being outside without risking a total meltdown.

Does it ever bug anyone else when you make a list and it ends on an odd number.  It bugs me.  I guess that's my OCD coming out.  I'm really stretching right now to think of a number ten but I can't so I guess we will leave it at nine (enter nervous tick here).  We don't say "y'all" yet and we haven't tried fried okra so I can't say we are official yet, but we are getting close.

Of course, it would probably help if I stopped reminiscing of places like these:

 *Sniff sniff*  Think Texas, think Texas, think Texas...