I am not a small town girl. Throw me in the sticks and I begin to judge profusely. I have spent the last two months in a smallish type town (I say smallish because my husband will be pissed if I call it small and there is a Wal-Mart so it can’t be that small) and tonight just kept throwing things in my face to befuddle me. My brother in law was in an election tonight to get him on the board of directors of a major company out here and there was a town meeting along with the vote at the junior high. (He totally won.) Anyway, the point is this meeting was just like a meeting from a movie, slamming fists, swearing, whooping and hollering. All that was missing was the old town hall, Gregory Peck and everyone fanning themselves with their programs. Everyone knew who everyone was; and I was with the lawyers. Felt good, not going to lie. If you’re going to be stuck in a small town it really helps to be able to name drop. Almost makes small life town bearable.
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By on 06.08.07 3:47 am | Permalink
OMG! I would have died had I seen that truck carrying the deer on the Interstate!! ICK.
I came across your blog from another and saw “Indy” in the title and came to see if you were from the city. You are…I’m from Indiana too.
By on 06.08.07 4:46 am | Permalink
Ick!!!!!!!!!!!
Lol…I see that kind of thing in my neck of the woods, too!
By on 06.08.07 10:17 am | Permalink
Oh geesh…now my husband is going to have to move there. I did not come from a family of hunters. The most we ever hunted were wild blackberries. Hubby’s family now that’s another story. Generations of deer hunters, I think it all started with the trek across the prairie and over the Rockies with handcarts from Illinois to Utah…they were hungry on the way blahblahblah, they still hunt so that they never forget their roots blahblahblah.
Anyway enjoy your time in a small town…someday move away and gasp, you’ll find yourself missing some things. It will come as a shock let me tell you…but missing them none the less!
By on 06.08.07 1:25 pm | Permalink
Ick. I close my eyes when I see dead animals on the highway…that truck would cause an accident for me for SURE!
By on 06.08.07 1:29 pm | Permalink
Why are you living there?
By on 06.08.07 1:57 pm | Permalink
Gross.
By on 06.08.07 2:33 pm | Permalink
Anon-We’re here because the hubs is clerking at a firm here for a month and on monday we’ll head back for home sweet humidity for him to clerk at a different job.
Mary Alice-Oh honey, that’s no hunter, that’s Fish&Game cleaning up the side of the road of roadkill.
By on 06.08.07 6:06 pm | Permalink
So, I have been reading your blog since our mutual friend (Ashlee) told me to come here and read about your soother/binky woes, too. Anyways, I am hooked! I love all your posts and your little girl is the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!
Wow, that IS small town. My hubby is from a small town, too and I am constantly baffled by people there. The “town meeting” sounds all too familiar. One time while visiting the in-laws, we went to a movie (yes, they have a movie theater). We saw Crossroads and some guy in the back started making lame comments about Britney, you know the type -loud, obnixious…
Anyways, I knew I was in a small town when EVERYONE in the theatre started calling the guy by his FIRST NAME, telling him to pipe down, etc. “Oh, that joey…always got somethin to say…”
yikes…
By on 06.08.07 7:02 pm | Permalink
I’m from a small town too. And while I can miss it sometimes, I also enjoy the anonymity of a bigger city.
gag about the deers.
By on 06.08.07 8:26 pm | Permalink
Hmmm, you may not want to come and hang out with Tim and I in the Village of Stirling (yes village cuz it’s too small to be called a town). We don’t have a Wal-Mart, but we have a tiny gas station called “The Hitchin’ Post”.
By on 06.09.07 6:54 am | Permalink
Oh my! That is pretty bad! Thanks for driving me frantically and safely to support my husband on his big night. I was nervous as can be so it was probably best you drove. That election was stomach turning, nail biting and hair raising. My husband’s little self esteem was on the line. I just couldn’t take it. Thanks for being there on our big night!
P.S. I have to say there was some pretty scary people there…what hole did they crawl from! Yikes!!
By on 06.09.07 6:45 pm | Permalink
Ack.