Posted by: thepinetree on 06/24/2009 05:54 PM
Updated by: thepinetree on 06/24/2009 06:21 PM
Expires: 01/01/2014 12:00 AM
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"Welcome to the Country"....You Know You've Moved To The Country When....~by Charity Maness
We would like to give a warm welcome back to Charity Maness who recently tragically lost her mom. Our warmest blessings go out to Charity and it's ghreat to have you back!.....It’s been suggested to me that I should take into consideration a little mixing up of my oh so witty openings, so here goes…You know you’ve moved to the country when: Your Lexus SUV is dwarfed by the Ford Diesel dually currently parked beside you in the IGA parking lot, its ominous lug nuts conveniently at your window height. Your coveted Manolo pumps are reluctantly replaced with muck boots. You actually know what muck boots are......
You run to the store for a gallon of milk and come home knowing more about the cashier’s life than you ever knew about your Grandma’s.
Your neighbor (an acre or two away) actually does come over to borrow a cup of sugar.
Your beautiful Koi pond turns into a raccoon smorgasbord.
Your best friends are the ones that can catch cows.
Your husband’s best friends are the ones that know how to build fences, cut down trees, and preferably own their own tractors.
Your hairstyle consists of up or down.
Your furniture is covered in dust a millisecond after you dusted it.
Your previously well mannered children think that spitting is cool.
You see a beautiful horse in a parade and later that afternoon see that same horse sidling up to a bar and you know you aren’t seeing things because you haven’t even had a drink yet. (Copperopolis Homecoming inside joke, right Karin and Odie?)
You realize that traffic is being stuck behind Jimmy’s tractor on Little John or of course a tourist on 4. Seeing as how we were never ‘tourists.’
You begin to realize that Wrangler’s are not only a statement but a necessity, and not a bad necessity at all, nope, not bad at all.
You need a contractor, painter, doctor, lawyer, caterer, boat mechanic, you head to the local pub.
You feel some strange urge to jump out of your car and help a stranger catch their loose cows, though you have never seen a cow not wrapped in cellophane and Styrofoam.
You can stop on the side of any road, any highway, any bridge and see views so stunning you are left awestruck by the raw beauty of nature.
You sigh at night under a blanket of stars so bright and clear, and realize how lucky you are to be living in one of the best places on earth… the country.
Until next time…welcome to the country!
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