|August 28, 2009
You Know You Are From A Small Town
Just a small town gal and that is all I'll ever be, where life is just another iced sweet tea away, where you can see the twinkling stars at night, the wonders of the moon, and puffy white clouds floating across the blue sky.
Welcome to my blog from the heartland, full of random musings, observations things I love, events in my life, humor......
You Know You Are From A Small Town When...
Traffic congestion is ten cars waiting to pass a combine on the highway.
Your closest neighbor is more than a mile away, and you can still see him from your front porch.
You have seen people wear bib overalls to funerals and weddings.
Your excuse for being late is the cows got out, and the boss accepts it many times.
Your main drag in town is two blocks long.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.
You learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron.
All you need to fix anything is a pair of pliers, bailing wire and duct tape.
Your earliest driving lessons were in a field while picking up hay bales.
You know that cow pies aren't made of beef.
You wave to all the oncoming traffic.
Those strange lights you see at night is a farmer working late in the field - not a UFO.
You don't buy all your vegetables at the grocery store.
It's a bottle or can of pop. Soda is something you bake a cake with...
You know several people who have hit more than one deer.
You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.
You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car and you know how to use them.
During a storm you check the cattle before you check the kids.
You can tell the difference between a horse and a cow from a distance.
Your car breaks down outside of town and news of it gets back to town before you do.
You call the wrong number and talk to the person for an hour anyway.
You wake up when it's dark and go to bed when it's still light.
You wear your boots to church.
You speak to each dog you pass and he wags his tail at you.
You ever went to parties at a pasture, barn or middle of a dirt road.
You swore at someone and your parents knew it within the hour.
You ever went cow tipping or snipe hunting.
You were in the homecoming parade.
You have ever gone home for homecoming.
Everyone thought it was really cool to date someone from the neighboring town.
You know what FFA and 4-H is.
You don't give directions by street names, but instead like this: Turn right by the Jone's house, go 2 blocks east past Smith's and it's 4 houses left of the track field.
And it is still known as the Smith house although they have long since moved and is now occupied by the Brown family.
Anyone you want can be found either at the grocery store, gas station, coop or local restaurant.
You see at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town.
You decide to walk somewhere for exercise and 5 people pull over and aks if you need a ride.
It's normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn-mower.
The eggs in your omelet come from the chickens on you cousin's ranch.
Eldercare consists of taking grandad down to the convenience store where he will sit and play checkers and pitch with the other elder citizens all day.
Your new boyfriend gives you a little kiss on Saturday night after the big date and everyone at church is talking about it the next morning during Sunday School.
You come home to find a bucket filled with green beans sitting on your door step, and you know who left it because you recognize the bucket.
Your diabetic Aunt tries to buy pop at the local convenience store and the owner refuses to sell it to her and threatens to call her husband to tell him she is trying to cheat on her diabetic diet again.
When every time you visit your grandmother your name gets in the local paper.
You miss a Sunday at church and you receive get well cards.
Your neighbor repairs your car when you are not at home.
Your kids or your dog often find meals at someone else's home.
The grocery store stocks items just for you.
All the businesses in town close down early on certain Fridays so they can go watch the high school football game, basketball game, et.
The only time you lock your cars is during "zucchini" season for fear that you will wake up and yet another kind person will have placed a few MORE bags of zucchini in the backseat. Sometimes in the fridge, too!!
When folks stop to ask where the nearest enclosed mall is and you point them to the combination gas station, feed store, restaurant, gunshop, grocery store, carwash.
At your child's first Christmas program at preschool, every single child has both parents in attendance and it's 10am on a weekday.
God bless the small towns in America!