Home Sweet Home

I went home this weekend and left urban America in the dust. I embrace rural America living and the quiet excitement that comes with it. I left to head home Friday, making it just in time to see the high school pep rally at the end of the school day. The game was the Eagles vs. the Cardinals "Battle of the Birds" in Oklahoma 8-man football.

I talked my boyfriend and his friend Nick into coming to the game and staying for the weekend, and I'm sure Nick thought he was being taken out into the middle of nowhere to die. Poor guy. He's from DFW.

Well, we lost the game (32-0 I think) and didn't even stay until the end. My boyfriend, Nick and I headed to a nearby town to grab a beer at the local bar. That stop didn't last long because the bar was DEAD!! On to my hometown, with fingers crossed, to see if the pool hall was open. We were in luck, and grabbed a beer and played pool. The juke box wasn't working properly, so Dixieland Delight and Tennessee River were some slow, boring non-famous Alabama song - definitely not bar material! Thank goodness we talked my dad into joining us at the pool hall. He entertained us with stories from his college days. It was cute how he was showing off in front of the boys!

Nick probably thought Saturday would get better. It didn't. After a lazy morning and my sister taking an hour and a half to get ready, my boyfriend, Nick, my sister and I headed to lunch. There was one restaurant open on this particular Saturday (sometimes there's two), so our lunch choice was made for us. Nick didn't enjoy it too much.

On to four wheelers! This was fun, except I was wearing a skirt. We spent a small part of the afternoon at my dad's shed/barn, riding the fourwheeler and playing with Bruiser, our bottle calf (now weaned) and the kitty who doesn't have a name yet.

At this point, I felt sorry for Nick and wanted him to have fun, but I was out of ideas. What else can you do? Too bad it wasn't homecoming! Then there would be a parade. I was tired of entertaining, so I sent Nick and my boyfriend home ...

But first we made a road trip to Kansas! The destination for our 15 minute trip (Yes, I grew up 15 minutes from Kansas) is a restaurant across the border. They have great chicken fried steaks. At least I fed the boys while they visited Deliverance, right??

I enjoy walking on the streets in my hometown, not a moving car in sight. It is peaceful. The stars seem brighter and the air seems cleaner. Rural America is a great place to live. I just hope Nick enjoyed the laid back living where we make our own fun. It isn't for everyone, but it is for me.