So you are moving to the country...

Moving to the country is a quiet, slow paced life...
Remember...
~Planting flowers makes a woman feel good about her surroundings, it makes her house a home.
~I made my "mother-in-law" one of my best friends.  She can teach you many things... like making "the no fail beef gravy"!  The trick is Lipton Onion Soup mix and using corn starch with milk to thicken.  My mom taught me poultry gravy.  Don't drown the chicken in the roaster, use salt, pepper, and a little butter because the chicken makes it's own broth!
~Start a journal, i wish i hadnow, it's something you'll treasure, and good to settle disputes!!
~Mom is just a phone call away!!
~Get established in a church right away, Christian friends are a gift from God.
~Get comfortable, it's a wonderful life!!


Thank you Aunt Patty.  I have her letter hanging up on the inside of my kitchen cabinet.  It's been there since my husband and I were married over 8 years ago.  A prepaid phone card hides behind it as a reminder to make sure I call my mom. 

I've lived in the city my whole life up until then.  I had no idea what country life was like.  My Aunt Patty was the only person I knew that lived in the country, and she had an old condemned barn in her back yard, it took FOREVER to get to her house, and there was no where to go, and nothing to do. That's all I really knew about country life.  When I met my soon-to-be husband back in 1999, he was (and still is) a full-fledged country boy.  What an odd couple we made.  When we were first married, I had to laugh at the fact that EVERYTHING closed at 9 or 10 pm, and at 6pm on Sundays.  That got old- fast!  For a gal that used to make midnight runs to the grocery store, to know that this was no longer an option was a bit stressful.  Then there's Wal-Mart.  Good 'ol Walmart.  Has everything you need (and nothing you want!) LOL!

After being married for 6 months, I needed a job.  With 2 years of college under my belt I would have never thought of myself as a factory worker.  Luckilly, it was a factory making designer purses! Ok, well, it was a designer I had never heard of until that day... and the bags looked like old lady bags, but whatever. :)
I still laugh to myself at the thought of some of the ladies I worked with complaining about the "long drive" from home to work.  Yeah, because the next town was like, 15 minutes away... that is SO LONG!  My dad used to drive an hour to work... in TRAFFIC! (traffic, you know, when there are more cars than just you on the road?)  I used to drive 45 minutes on the freeway to my last job. =)

Ok, enough of me for today.  Welcome to the country, City Girls!  I'm about to show you a new life!  Talk with ya later! =)