Of turkeys, thrift stores, and other miscellany...

Life in a small town is way more happening than you would be led to believe.

I mean, where else are turkeys a legitimate reason to be late to school? I don't kid around here, I am talking about an honest-to-God, gen-u-ine flock of ever-loving wild turkeys in the middle of the highway, gobble-gobbling their heads off as they scuttle back and forth across the road. They reverse, of course, every time someone honks a horn, and since, love them as I do, the residents of said hometown can be an impatient bunch and are occasionally rivaled in IQ by said turkeys, they tend to lay it on thick with a horn.

You haven't lived until you've stumbled into the attendance office, fifteen minutes late to homeroom, and had to explain a turkey traffic jam.

(Being late because of a logging truck is also an acceptable excuse, but I digress.)

The point is, I live an often hilarious, constantly befuddling, occasionally infuriating, and never boring life in my wonky hometown of barely five hundred people. After growing up in the big city, it was one hell of a culture shock to move to a county (yes, COUNTY) that did not have a Target, a bowling alley, a store dedicated to clothing that did not involve boots or western shirts, or Starbucks (we have two now, which means we qualify as a member of civilization). It's an adventure and a half, to be sure, and I wanted to share my journey with you.

So who am I? Tall, loud, female who loves to write, read, sleep, cook, sing, sleep, dance, laugh, work with kids, and did I mention? sleep. I graduated from a small liberal-arts college with a degree in English and Gender Studies, the latter of which has come quite in handy while living in the Land of Manly Men and Womanly Women. I tend to vacilate between two extremes: having my shit together, and being an utter hot mess. Most days, you can find me somewhere in between the two. In my free time (and in this economy, I have loads of it), I work with kids in non-profit children's theatre, participate in the approximately eighty-four thousand wacky festivals my county holds on a regular basis, and freelance for various websites. Sometimes they even pay me.

You should know. On this blog, there will be cursing. Nothing that would make your grandma faint, but probably should send the kids away, you know?

Also on this blog? Whatever tickles my id, but basically I'll be talking about food, recipes I dig, music I'm loving, books I'm reading, the obscure stuff to which I dedicate an ungodly amount of time researching, thrift-shopping and its delights, television that I should be embarassed that I'm watching but kinda sorta dig, and life in a really small town. It should be a wild ride, and I'm glad you're coming along.

And the rest...we'll make that up as we go along. Namaste, y'all!