I wasn't sure what to write about, but since last week was our One Year Anniversary of moving to Texas, here are the three strangest things I find about Texans:
3) Kids start school later here. Many of the kids in G's class are like a year older than G on average. There's a kid in the second grade who just turned 10, and G is only 8 and in the 3rd grade. Umm... WTF?!? I realize that G will always be one of the youngest kids in his class because his birthday is in the summer, but seriously, how can a non-retarded kid be TEN(!!!) years old and still be in the second grade?!? I think it has mostly to do with sports (because unlike in the Northeast, sports is like everything down here). But seriously, do you really want your kid to be some kind of man-child in elementary school? Maybe it impresses the ladies?
2) The people here (on average) have unusually short legs. Now I should be one to talk, since Koreans on average have shorter legs, but I just find it kind of interesting. It wouldn't be as interesting to say people down here were "bigger boned," since that would be kind of a given - Texas is regularly in the top 15 of Fat States. On the bright(?) side, this is Les Murphy Country - land of the BBW. But back to the topic at hand... When Kelly Clarkson (she is from nearby Fort Worth) was first on American Idol, Mrs. Fly would say, "she has really short legs". I guess it didn't stand out to me at the time. But now that I've moved here, it seems like a larger percentage of the population has short legs. And I'm not counting all the Hispanics. In before racist ban. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with having shorter legs - I am their leader after all. Having a lower center of gravity is better for a lot of things. I'm just sayin'.
1) They don't know their beef! I had always figured that moving down to Texas was moving down with my peeps - fellow beef aficionados. But seriously WTF at so many people down here not knowing good beef? Now that Mrs Fly has befriended many of the local butchers, apparently the supermarkets down here carry a lower grade of beef because many people assume "redder is better." NO!!! You need MARBLING!!! So many of the supermarkets in the area don't even carry USDA choice beef (a standard in the NorthEast) - because choice is better marbled. The butchers and Mrs. Fly do simultaneous face-palms regularly. I think the butchers get a kick out of a cute skinny Asian woman talking about fat like Paula Deen. But at least now they save us the best cuts of whatever beef they get - because they know we'll appreciate the fact that better beef is supposed to have MARBLING! It's so sick to look at the manager's specials filled with the better marbled beef. We're not complaining. And I have never met so many people who claim to looove beef and like their beef well-done. Seriously, WTF?!? Go chew on some cardboard. It's up there with people who claim to looove sushi and only order California rolls. If that's what you like, then fine, but don't claim to be qualified to give any kind of opinion on the subject. Mrs Fly doesn't give opinions on how to solve partial differential equations (easily the worst math mind I know - especially for an Asian), and I don't give advice on how to stick to an exercise plan or how to run good (even tho I just did). In before someone says I'm not qualified to write about winning poker.
Anyway, I love it here... It's just a little different y'all!