My Life as a "Citry" Girl (Originally posted January 25, 2009 - Sunday)
Oh, hello there. Whats that? Oh, what did I do this weekend you ask? Well I spent half of my weekend in the city at a lecture I gave and the other half in the country at a Tip Up Festival... And what is a Citry girl? It's someone (such as myself) who once lived in the City but now lives in the Country, thus making me a "Citry" girl!
AND Yes I said a Tip UP Festival. Being a city girl for the first half of my life I had no idea what a "Tip Up" meant or was. But now I know it's a big ice fishing extravaganza. Friday night we went and had a steak dinner at the fish festival (yes the irony is quite funny there). And then Sunday I went for a money/prize drawing (I won nothing). But I sat there in awe of the people. I'm a huge people watcher and if you are a people watcher as well, then you would have LOVED this festival. The first time I went my movie eye went crazy!! I thought "WOW, this would be great for a movie" and/or I felt like I was in some bizarre movie myself. This year I wasn't feeling the love as much because I'm growing weary of Country life.
Sure there are some benefits of Country life, like traffic. When I first moved here people would complain about the five o'clock Hillsdale rush hour. I laughed. Now I'm a bit annoyed by it myself. I'm also attempting to sneak out to stores in my pj's and not doing my hair but I digress. Anyway, when they say rush hour, let me put it in perspective. It takes me about 5 minutes to get to work on a good day (you know all lights are green no jackarses driving in front of me etc...) During rush hour, it takes me about 10 minutes. When I lived in Orlando, to
go the same distance during rush hour, it took me a half hour or more!
Other signs that the honeymoon is wearing off on country living, When I first moved to the Country I loved the deer and ladybugs. Now the deer
drive me crazy because each summer they mow my flower gardens down and tip my bird feeders. And the ladybugs aren't really ladybugs, they are orange and they swarm our houses each spring (the inside). They also stink/sting/bite when you try to kill them (i'm not sure which because i'm afraid to kill them)! I'm told it's some African cross bread that was introduced to our region and
should not have occurred. Sounds about right.
When I tell people I live out in the Country they sometimes do not believe me. But when they drive out for a visit they shake understand and shake their heads in acknowledgment. Anywhere where it takes 45 minutes just to get to a hwy is country my friends!
I feel like Eva Gabor in Hootervile!
When I tell people I live out in the Country they sometimes do not believe me. But when they drive out for a visit they shake understand and shake their heads in acknowledgment. Anywhere where it takes 45 minutes just to get to a hwy is country my friends!
I feel like Eva Gabor in Hootervile!
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