Welcome

Seven months ago I married a man who was almost the exact opposite of me. Although I knew by marrying him that I would enter into a whole knew world. I didn’t know that I would become pure entertainment and many times the brunt of jokes to those who I would now be living around. To explain what I mean let me begin by explaining background to this blog. I grew up a suburban girl in Southlake, Texas. Yes Southlake. You did get more suburban than that. Southlake is the home of Pat Summerall, Mark McLemore, and I am sure many other millionaires I just don’t know about. It is also home, as many of you may already know, the Carroll Dragons. Those rich white boys with bleach blonde hair who kept winning state championship after championship in football. I really believe the only reason they won was because of Carroll high’s resources and athletic facilities. I remember one hot summer the Dallas Cowboys came to barrow the Dragon’s facilities because it was too hot to train outside. Southlake Carroll should be pretty fancy with the median income being over 180,000 dollars. (Disclaimer my family did not fit in with the average, we moved to Southlake before it became SOUTHLAKE, this is what I just grew up around.) I also enjoyed many luxuries that this high-class town offered. Minutes from the big city of Ft. Worth and Dallas, we had everything. The grocery store was two miles away, along with a plethora of restaurants and shops. I never appreciated living close to things until now because this little city mouse got married and moved out to the country, and not just any rural town the unique town of Bertram, Texas. Which population is about 1400 and average income is 36,000. Big change I know. I identify with the city mouse in Aesop’s fable. He goes out to visit his cousin in the country and is surprise at what he encounters and doesn’t know. I certainly don’t know a lot about country living, but I am learning. I am learning what wet asphalt looks like and not to drive over it, the difference between a phone vibrating and a cow mooing, and the difference between the sound of a gun going off and a cabinet slamming. I know now that cows and deer make good road hazards and how to avoid them. I even know where to hide one’s keys on their locked car. I also know to my surprise that many people use the curbs of people’s houses to window shop. I invite you to come with me on this journey. As this city mouse collides with an entirely different world. Just like the fable I hope to learn and appreciate both aspects of each culture and to hold on to that city part of me. I invite you to discover with me what happens when country meets city and hopefully laugh along the way. It’s bound to be funny.