I’m A City Girl.
Thanks for the outpouring of name help for my cat. It was quite the hot topic over on Facebook. It only took a week and a half, but I finally named the little guy. This three-legged wonder, who is hiding under a bed right now because I just set my grill on fire and had to hose it down before the massive flames took out my house, is named Thomas Sullivan Magnum. Since he doesn't even know who Magnum P.I. is, he will go by the name of Sully.
Thank you also for all the input on Friday Night Lights. The consensus is that season two stinks, but I must plod on. So plod on I shall.
You know, while I think it's imperative we honor the anniversary of 9-11, I am also avoiding any and all coverage. I just need some happy. So to encourage some happy, I wanted to share the Facebook trend “You know you're from ______” from my hometown. You're going to be very jealous you didn't grow up in my city. Here is what my fellow citizens had to say…
In driver's ed you drove to the coaches house to hook up the bass boat.
My first day at high school the superintendent announced “You cannot ride your horses to school anymore.”
You got an excused absence from a day of school to go to the county fair.
When the best bbq chicken you had was cooked in the ditch in front of the grocery store.
When everyone who drove a truck had a gun rack. Loaded with guns.
Remember when the bank was robbed?
Mrs. Dodd, typing teacher, sometimes had green hair.
Your world geography teacher ran a betting pool for the Super Bowl and your parents participated.
You went to feed store to buy a soda every day after school.
If you asked Mr. Smith about baseball cards, there would be no class the rest of the hour.
Your elementary recess consisted of hiding inside of an overgrown bush or a partially buried tractor tire.
Anyone remember that fat cop that always sat in his car at the grocery store who watched all of us with his binoculars?
Running someone's bike up the flag pole at school.
I had to park off campus, but I was driving to school at least part of the time by the time I was 13.
Did anyone go to the beauty shop between the laundromat and the funeral home?
Did anyone else take licks from Mr. Smith circa 1974? That dude had a swing like Albert Pujols.
So think about where you grew up. You know you're from ________ if…?
Here’s some from my hometown’s Facebook:
If you go there to visit and really don’t want to move back.
If you were spanked with a paddle for discipline.
If you remember the KKK trying to set up shop in town.
If you remember the big oak tree in the middle of the road.
If you got more than 3 tickets on a bicycle before you were 15.
Hmm…this doesn’t really make my hometown seem attractive. Ha! 🙂