Texas Rarities: Milk Cows, Buffalo Assassination, Leash Laws and Roadkill

It is illegal to milk another person's cow.
(Is it because you'd be stealing milk or touching another man's udders?)

For $150 you can become a licensed dead animal hauler in Texas.
(You mean to tell me you have to actually pay to scrape roadkill off the highway?)

It is illegal to shoot a buffalo from the second story of a hotel.
(So if Lee Harvey got the kill from the Book Depository it's a crime, but if the "lone gunman" on the grassy knoll bagged him it's not? Sounds like a conspiracy to me!)

In Jasper, dogs must be on a leash at ALL times or suffer a fine of $100.
("ALL" times?? What about when he's in the yard or the house, what about it then, huh? You gotta love my alma mater.)

Jason Update

About Jason...
He graduated from Cowboy Camp and is working on the ranch in Wyoming as a trip cook. That's right "trip cook", the same guy we all know and love who could barely boil water to make mac and cheese is cooking on an open fire for people and is apparently really good at it! Who knew he had that talent in him? So we can all call him "Cookie" from now on. I love it, this is so rich! As soon as the ranch he works for posts the 2005 staff photo to their website I will post it here for your viewing enjoyment.

Finally Hooked Up The Camera

For those of you who have never seen my beautiful baby girl here are a few photos of her. The first is pre-makeover and the other is after her makeover.




This last one is of my sleeping beauty... she is so totally spoiled!

Texas Rarities: Planes, Trains, and Automobiles…So there…

In Richardson, it is illegal to do "U-Turns".

In Galveston, it is illegal to drive a motor car down Broadway before noon on Sundays.

It is illegal to drive without windshield wipers. You don't need a windshield, but you must have the wipers.

In Galveston, landing an airplane on the beach is illegal.

When two trains meet each other at a railroad crossing, each shall come to a full stop, and neither shall proceed until the other has gone.

In Galveston, no person shall throw trash from an airplane.

In Harker Heights, drivers of city vehicles must respect all traffic rules just like the rest of us.

Texas Rarities: Bodily Functions and Respect for the Dead

In San Antonio, it is illegal to urinate on the Alamo.
(Thanks, Ozzy)

In Texas, it is illegal to indecently expose oneself to a corpse.
(I don't even want to know why this is on the books)

In Port Arthur, obnoxious odors may not be emitted while in an elevator.
(Port Arthur! The whole town smells like an elevator fart, who would ever know the difference!)

It is illegal to spit on the sidewalk.
(Who cares? If you wait a minute, it will either be so hot as to evaporate the spit or it will rain and wash the spit away!)

In Texas, it is illegal to curse in front of a corpse.
(Again, who would ever know the difference?)

Texas Rarities...

I've been thinking lately about what makes Texas and Texans so different from other states and their inhabitants. Everyone I've ever met from another part of this great country says that Texans have a certain way about them, a bravado. Although I agree with this assessment of our character, I think it's the oddness of this Great State of Texas that keeps other states guessing. So for as long as I can come up with them, which is likely to be a long while, I am offering y'all installments of Texas Rarities: A Collection of Facts, Oddities, and Actual Laws...

• The Amarillo airport has the 3rd largest runway in the world and is designated as an alternate landing site for the space shuttle.
  
• In Texas, pharmacists can't be registered members of the Communist Party.
  
• A recently passed anticrime law requires criminals to give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and to explain the nature of the crime to be committed.

Cowboy Jason in Montana

Feeling like the red-headed stepchild

Well, Matt...what about 3rd place? Apparently the 2nd loser doesn't even get mentioned. Don't you love family?

So here's the scoop as I see it now...

Jason's in Wyoming at "Cowboy Camp" (that's what I'm calling it now) and he loves it. He wears a straw hat, pearl snap shirts, and can now pack a mule! I feel like such a loser, I can pack a dishwasher or a car but not a mule. Seriously though, he's enjoying himself and I'm so happy to hear that. I'm really proud of my horse-ridin', hunt-guidin', hay-tossin', mule-packin' cowboy brother. He's really awesome! I just hope he doesn't forget what the square root of pi, divided by the circumference of the moon cubed is. He's also a Math major.

I have found the joy of Gran Turismo 4. It's the first PS2 game I actually love to play. My favorite thing about it? Racing Honda Odyssey minivans on a dirt track. Pure unadulterated joy. This coming from a woman whose last video game love affair was with a Tetris game cartridge and a regular Nintendo in 1989.

Well that's it for now....we are such boring people.

Keeping up with the Jacksons

I understand that my cousin was compelled to keep up with her brother by starting her own blog. And now I feel the need to keep up with both of them or else look like the slacker grandchild, no one wants to be the slacker of the family....uhhhh, Tim, better shake a leg buddy or it's gonna be really hard to shake "slacker" from your title. *laugh*

We're great, hopefully we'll have more info later and some pictures once I figure out how to hook the camera to the computer. Later y'all!