If you grow up on a ranch in West Texas, you learn about the finer things in life. You eat oysters (of the mountain variety), you hire full-time lawn service to maintain every acre (some call it grazing cattle), and you even get your own pair of designer muddy jeans for free (it’s a thing, check it out). And of course, dawling, we always had a pool. Granted, the cows thought those livestock tanks were for them, but I believed my dad put them all over the ranch just so us girls could take our pick of swimming location for the day. The water was always ice cold and as…