Being married to Cowboy has taught me so many things. And, if you ask him he’d proudly say “Yep I taught her that”. Like the time I let him teach me to make scratch gravy… yumm! My mouth is watering just thinking about it! Throw some biscuits in there and it’ll make you wanna slap your dog, your cows AND your mama! I really wouldn’t slap my mama. She’s too sweet and she might slap back!
Talking about biscuits and gravy makes me really hungry! Hold on, I’ll be right back…
Ok, I’m baack- nothin like a couple of mini snicker bars to tide you over until your next meal. Speaking of MINI snicker bars, I have a question for ya…who in their right mind would create a mini candy bar? Is that a joke? Has anybody EVER eaten JUST ONE? By the way, Snickers are Cowboy’s favorite candy bar and for some reason he feels the need to hide them from me…what is that all about? It’s not like I’ve eaten his entire bag before…ok that’s a lie. I’m guilty as charged. I feel as though just one mini snickers is a tease so I usually grab 5 of those puppies each time I pass the fridge and before I know it, I’ve gone thru his ENTIRE bag. But, that’s just between you and me. And, it’s also another story.
So, back to this story:
Being married to Cowboy has blessed me with the best in-laws a pretend cowgirl could have. Cowboy definitely comes from good stock. The best stock in Central Texas and beyond! I’ve already introduced you to Pops so in this story I want to give a shout out to Cowboy’s mom. I love his mom! She’s all of 5 ft tall. And in her younger years she was a redhead. Yep, that pretty much sums up her feistiness. She’s an awesome mom to my cowboy. A devoted and loving wife (just ask pops). She’s one heck of a mother-in-law to me and an amazing mamaw to our boy wonder and sweet girl. She’s witty, loving and I just adore her!
I love having a conversation with her. You just never know which way it will go. Much less, what’ll come out of her mouth. I’m not talking about using inappropriate language, she’s way too classy for that. I’m talking about those peculiar sayings that she’ll drop in a conversation faster than I can burn a piece of toast. Those sayings that make me stop and think…what on earth does that mean?
For the sake of keeping this story from being umpteen pages long, I’m gonna roll all of those peculiar sayings into one conversation, so here goes:
Cowboy’s mom and I planned on spending the day together going to a movie and doing a little shopping.
ME: Are you ready to go?
COWBOY’S MOM: Yes, give me just one second, I have a catch in my get along.
ME: (laughing) Okay, take your time, but dress cool, it’s hot outside.
COWBOY’S MOM: You’re telling me! I was outside watering my flowers earlier and I got hotter than a road lizard.
Hours later and back at her house:
ME: Thanks for shopping with me today. I’m glad you were there to talk me out of the first table especially since we found the second one… and it’s perfect!
COWBOY’S MOM: Thanks for inviting me but boy howdy, I’m plum tuckered out! And that first table was a little whoppy jawed. Besides, did see the lady eyeing it at the same time? She looked meaner than a junkyard dog!
And, I’m still crackin up at the new one I heard her say last week so here’s a bonus one-
Cowboy’s mom and Pops came to our house for dinner. I made pinto beans and cornbread (her recipes, of course)-
ME: (speaking to her) Can you taste the beans for me and let me know if they’re seasoned enough?
COWBOY’S MOM: Oh, you gotta a good scaldin’ on those beans.
ME: Oh no, I burned them?! Should I throw them out?
She looks at me as if I’ve grown another head. (so this is where Cowboy gets this from).
Cowboy walks into the kitchen during this conversation.
COWBOY: (Chuckling) A good scaldin’ means they taste perfect.
ME: Oh, okay! Then all of those recipes that you told me I scalded really meant it was good?
COWBOY: In your case scaldin’ means burned.
’til next Sunday ya’ll- Tammy
