Happy Texas Independence Day!!

All Texans are Texans first, and Americans/Christians/Masons/Mensans (whatevers) second. **GRIN** But even if you haven’t yet hied yourself to the Great State of Texas, you can celebrate with us.

You may not know this, but for ten years, from 1836 to 1846, Texas was a country unto itself. We ditched Mexico (fought them off, in fact) and became a separate and unique nation whose spirit lives on even today, in the “Texas is an attitude” movement. The Texas flag is one of the six flags that have flown over Texas (duh).

Texas Independence Day marks the adoption of the Texas Declaration of Independence on March 2, 1836. On this day, settlers in this territory then claimed by Mexico–Texas–officially broke away, creating the Republic of Texas. Texas Independence Day is an official holiday in Texas. God bless Texas! Bless Willie Nelson! Celebrate Luckenbach!


“When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty and property of the people, from whom its legitimate powers are derived, and for the advancement of whose happiness it was instituted, and so far from being a guarantee for the enjoyment of those inestimable and inalienable rights, becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression […] {then that government can shove it, and we’ll start out again on our own!}”

Today is also Texas Flag Day and Sam Houston Day. Woo! But you still have to go to school or work.

Full text of Texas Declaration of Independence here, among other places.

Hoist a Lone Star, if you are so inclined. Eat a bowl of chili (our official state food), or a pecan pie (pecans being the national tree of Texas), or even just some Dublin DrPepper (with real sugar!) and a praline.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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