Country Bumpkin

I took a "How country are you" quiz on Facebook today. According to the results, I'm 75% country. I have to say, I'm somewhat shocked and maybe even a little disappointed in that score. To be honest, I thought I was way more country than that. Or at least I can relate to being more country.

I know to some it might seem a little strange that I aspire to be associated with the barefoot, overalls wearing, watermelon eating, beer cans stacked up on the front porch crew. Well, that would be strange. Mind you, I'm not saying anything is wrong with that at all. It's just that I'm more in tune with the everybody knows everybody, leave your doors unlocked, sit in the rocker on the front porch and wave at everyone who drives by the house crew. Hey, I still do that last part now. I guess that makes me country chic?

I love being from a town with only one traffic light and where every major store and every point of interest sits in an exact circle. Living in the big city has it merits, but nothing compares to being able to walk outside and literally smell the fragrance from the trees instead of car exhaust. It's a wonderful thing to be able to actually hear the birds chirping without them being drowned out by police and ambulance sirens.

My mom complained to me a while back that her water bill was too high because she had been watering her flowers every day. I was puzzled because my bill never gets higher than about $40. I asked her why would her bill was so high just because she was using a little more water? As she went on and on I thought something had to be wrong. How could the little small town I hold so true to my heart be jerking my mom on her water bill? Finally, it dawned on me to ask her the amount of her bill. She said it was $17. I digress.