Monday, May 20, 2013

Unique Texas-Inspired Baby Names

Finding the right baby name is never an easy task - while it can be incredibly exciting to whip out the trusty notepad and pencil and start dreaming up potential monikers, the decision-making process can turn stressful all-too-easily. There are so many factors to consider, like whether to stick to the traditional bible-based names or to have your child stand out from the crowd. If the choices of celebrity parents like BeyoncĂ© and Reese are any indicator of what is currently trending, distinctly nontraditional baby names are all the rage. This got me thinking - with people often turning to what is near and dear to their hearts to serve as a muse, what could be some unique, Texas-inspired baby names? Love them or hate them, here's some fun (and quirky) ideas below!

Caddo - Texas has only one natural lake in the entire state, and that is the breathtaking Caddo Lake. This body of water's moniker was given to honor the Caddoan Native Americans who once resided by its blue waters. Boasting the largest Cypress forest in the world, this protected area is burgeoning with diverse wildlife both in the trees and beneath the mirror-like surface of the lake (alligator sightings are not uncommon). Every Texan must, at least once in their lifetime, canoe among the whimsical cypress woodland that rise from the watery surface. Caddo is the perfect female name, exhibiting beauty, virtue and enchanting enigma.  

Nelson - An emerging trend is to have last names become first names, so your child will be carrying a very modern name when you pay homage to the Texan songwriter Willie Nelson. A famous singer and guitarist, he helped shape the face of country music ever since he first entered the spotlight in 1950. An innovator, this Texan blended country, folk, jazz and rock to create such hits as “On the Road Again” and “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”. Despite his superstardom, Willie Nelson never lost touch with his roots and has played an energetic role in various causes like helping to protect family-owned farms. This American icon's legacy has endured for decades, and has made Texans proud.  

Zilker - The state capital, Austin, holds a distinct (and proudly weird) charm, and no place exhibits the unique flair quite like Zilker Park. Bursting with lush greenery in the middle of a metropolitan, one-of-a-kind art is abounding with the UmLauf Sculpture Garden, as well as with the routine rotation of live music festivals. Within the park's limits is the Barton Springs pool, a natural spring that is warm year round and attracts both locals and travelers from afar. Zilker is a prime choice for parents who love the park's blend of rustic lure and contemporary quirkiness that is set against the picturesque natural loveliness.

Crockett - Though Davy Crockett was a Tennessee native, he gave his life in the Texan Revolution at the famous Battle of the Alamo. Characterized by his humor and honesty, he was a soldier, a politician, an orator, a rugged frontiersman, a fiddle-player, a writer and, during his life and years after, a legend. He courageously embraced odds that weren't in his favor, whether he was confronting a wild bear, standing up for the average citizen in congress or raising the morale of the ill-fated defenders of the Alamo. Crockett would be a fantastic first or middle name for a newborn boy whose parents want to raise a gutsy leader and innovative thinker.

Taysha or Tejas - While there is much speculation about where the inspiration for Texas's name comes from, a common theory is that its origins can be traced back to the word Taysha, which means “friends or allies” among the local Native American tribes of the Hasinais and the Canddoan. When this word fell on Spanish ears, it was converted to Tejas, which is the phrase on which the great state's name is based upon today. This root expression carries a powerful message of what was intended for Texans, one that continues to resonate today with the state motto being simply “friendship”. This name conveys a parent's wish for friendliness and honor, as well as Texan-pride and unity.


Tell me parents, where did you find inspiration for your child's name, and would you ever consider a handle that is inspired by your home state or town?

Though Lynn Matteis has leapfrogged all across the Midwest and Southwest Untied States, this Dallas native will always be a Texan at heart. Raising a family of three (four if you include the new puppy, Marbles) has provided her with plenty of inspiration for both DIY projects and writing. In her free time, she likes to go hiking and steal the occasional hour with a Jane Austin novel.
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Thanks, Lynn, for your take on Texas-Inspired Baby Names. I never thought of using my state as inspiration for a baby name, to be honest, but I do like the ring of Crockett for a little boy... Vera's name is actually musically inspired!

Friday, May 17, 2013

Water Fountain Fun

I went out to lunch yesterday with some girlfriends and I knew that we were eating downtown close to the fountain/splash pad they put in last year in an attempt to make our square into something for families to come and enjoy themselves (Friday nights, we have an outdoor movie, Saturday evenings is the Farmer's Market, we also have a giant chess and checkers set for people to play with, they're trying to build a dog park/walk coming off the square, the fountain, those silly glass bathrooms...they're trying!

But Vera is water crazy. So I packed her swim stuff so she could have a good romp in the fountain while I sat and digested my lunch. The other mom's with bigger kids had to get their little ones off the school bus so it was me and my friend Cindy, who's kid is now an adult so we sat and watched Vera tear up the place!











Now I can't wait for summer to truly hit so we can go more often, she had SUCH a blast!

ps. please forgive me for the less than stellar iPhone pics :)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Why Insurance Is So Important!

This past weekend was a crazy one. We had a Mother's Day cook out for S's granny and his aunts (who were the mother figures in his life) and my own Mom. Add in all the cousins and husbands, etc, and a few friends that are near and dear to our heart, we had well over 20 people in the house total. Lots of hamburgers and hotdogs, lots of laughter, and of course lots of running in and out of the house! It was fun. It was great.

It almost didn't happen.

Let's rewind back to Wednesday morning. S and I are laying in bed waiting for Vera to wake up and just enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning. We're half asleep, in and out of slumber, when I felt a a shake and heard what I can only describe as a boom!sk him if he heard and felt that. Of course, he thought he was having a dream (which of course, I did, too!) Uhmmm...what the what was THAT?! So I reach over and shake the still sleepy S to full alertness and aUpon further inspection, our bed frame BROKE! The middle beam snapped under the weight of our softside waterbed. We panicked. If anything else broke, the bed could collapse, internal water-bladders could burst...

a LOT of water could go all over the beautiful, new carpet in our bedroom!


Thankfully, it didn't. We got a new bed frame on Thursday after spending the night cramped up on a twin bed together (yes, we're alive. Yes, we are still married. No, no one cried "divorce" or to go to the couch, our marriage is pretty strong after this, I'll say ;) It's beautiful and wooden. And heavy duty. And of course, rustic! And everything is back to perfectly awesome and stable. Our bed, of course, still sleeps like a dream. Seriously. I wish y'all could sit on this thing, it's like hanging out on a cloud. My friends all swear one day they're going to get one, too!


But this isn't the only time something that could be disastrous has happened. It never fails, something always pops up when you least expect it. And that, my friends, is why you get home-owners (or renters!) insurance. Like when 2 summers ago our air conditioning unit went out. Or this past winter in the new house when our heating unit decided to fritz on us. We called our private insurance company and they dispatched someone out in a hurry and had it all fixed up for us within hours.

We've even called them when plumbing issues have come up and things got fixed at a fraction of the cost it would have been if we didn't have insurance.

Say you live in a flood zone, or a house fire takes place, or God forbid, someone comes over when you and your family are away and steals everything you own- insurance can help defray the cost to replace things and fix or even rebuild your home.

If you don't have insurance for your home, or you feel like shopping around, check out Polygon for your insurance needs. I know insurance isn't always cheap but it is affordable and when disaster strikes, you're going to wish you had it if you didn't when you're facing a mountain of bills and contractors and just trying to get a semblance of normalcy back into your life after the fact.

And that, my friends, is priceless.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Blogging Closet

Alternate Title: How Do You React When People You Know In Real Life Say They Read Your Blog?

I was in Lowe's last Thursday night when I saw a girl I knew from church who then informed me her sister showed her my blog. This blog. {Waves hi if you're reading. You know who you are :) }

Y'all? My mind went a million different ways. So did my emotions. I was nervous. I was scared. Maybe excited. Even slightly embarrassed. People I knew in real life have read this blog WITHOUT me pointing them to it?

And then I realized just how much very personal stuff I share here, things that I don't think twice about sharing because I never expected people that I see on a regular basis to stumble upon this tiny corner of the internet that I call mine. No, there's nothing bad here. Not really. Maybe some of my WAY older posts were full of anger, bitterness, and heartbreak. There's some graphic detailing about my pregnancy loss, about my pregnancy with Vera, about the whole motherhood experience.

And y'all? Never thought the day would come but I am totally google-able. Wait, that doesn't look right. You can google me and stuff comes up. Yea, that's what I pretty much mean...

And to be honest, I'm not 100% sure how I feel about that. I'm not 100% sure how I feel about people coming up to me saying, "Oh, you have that blog..." {which, thank goodness, I'm a ways off from that I'm sure. No one is coming up to me at Walmart or Target saying that...I'm no big name MommyCon, etc blogger! Which, relieves me!}

I've always said I like that not many people I know in real life read this blog. It allows me to be as transparent as possible. I don't mind showing and sharing my weaknesses, the ins and outs, the good, the bad, and the bitterly ugly about me. I really don't. But blogging gives me a chance to "talk" to you as I would a friend without having to bare it all like I would face to face with a friend. Cause I can be a "crier" some days...and I am not one of those girls who can cry prettily. My face gets red and blotchy, my nose runs something awful, I get those stupid hiccups- It's just not that pretty. Oh and my voice does this weird thing where I sound just whiny and awful. It's just not good.

All in all, I'm not sure if I'm ready to come out of the blogging closet. Yes, I know I'm putting this, I'm putting me and my family, on the internet for all the world to see and read and judge. I expect someone to read this, somewhere...just not the people I know, ya know? Yea, I know. Foolish thinking {7 degrees of separation, remember that?}

But I also know that because I share my struggles as much as my good days that hopefully someone who really needs that reminder that this too shall pass, that anxiety sucks but it is manageable {and overcome-able!!!} and that motherhood is a fly by the seat of your pants kind of journey where no one is perfect. Life is messy and I don't plan on photoshopping that for you. Hearts and minds and even our bodies get messy. And it can get bad and dark but it is also good and light and full of love and grace and hope. 

Just do me a favor, don't call me out in public about the blog. Want to talk to me about it in person? Awesome. I'll talk and answer any questions that I may. Just don't drag me out of my blogging closet yet, okay? It's comfortable in here under this mask of semi-anonymity :)

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Southern Truths- The Picture

If y'all have been around reading recently or of any time at all, you might occasionally spot a "Southern Truth" post.


The background/picture is always the same.

un-edited version.

It's a pair of red cowboy boots on the shoreline.

Y'all? This picture belongs to me. I took this picture back in the spring of 2008 along with a fair hundred others that day. And it's got memories and some sentimental value to me.

 We were on Galveston Island, me and a group of friends that were in Houston for the week for the Ag show. Another little known fact: I can weld. Don't know how good I am anymore but back in the day? We were good enough to build a trailer from ground up using just a blueprint plan drawn out from our Ag teacher. Just a bunch of students in a dirty Ag shop, cutting, welding, bolting, and creating. Burning the grain on the wood with a cutting torch and then putting clear coat after clear coat on the planks to make it pretty. Painting the metal a pretty blue for luck. Applying stickers and plates to make it legal. Wiring. We worked hard.

 And a lot of horse-playing. Or as the teacher liked to call it- grab-ass. I swear, I've never been told, "Y'all better cut that grab-assin' out right now and get back to work" as much as I did that year. We won a blue ribbon for our trailer that year as well.

In between the expo hall, the showing of the trailers, the judging of farm animals, and showing of said farm animals, we had some free time. This is also the year I broke my arm ice-skating and have done it again since! So, of course, we piled up in the vehicles and made the hour long trip to Galveston. We took off our shoes and played in the sand and water. We bought crap from the tourist shops. We ate at Frudruckers. We had a good time. Just a bunch of kids in a bigger city for the week with a tiny bit of freedom.

And this shot? This wasn't staged. A girl that was with us took off her boots to roll up her jeans and go wade in the saltwater, leaving her red cowboy boots that have seen their fair share of cow poop, welding slag, hay, and dirt right next to the water. On a whim, I got out my OLD and SLOW point and shoot and just snapped a photo.

And here I am over 4 years later using this photo, this memory for my blog. If y'all ever doubted the "truth" I put in the blog, in the pictures I post- hopefully this will erase it for you or at the very least ease it.

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