On the Road Again...

I've recently moved from the BIG city to a little country town just north of Austin, Texas. Just so you know, I'm originally from the country in Missouri, so I thought moving back would be much the same as I remembered it. That would be a big fat NO, but in a very good way! Ya see, livin' in that there country in Muh-zzurah is plumb diffrent!

I grew up in a very small town, both in size and in small mindedness. In my hometown, outsiders were categorized as anyone who had not been born in the town, or who were not direct descendants of someone who had. Therefore, once an outsider, always an outsider. Luckily for me I didn't care to be an insider. I was doing time, that's all. Don't get me wrong, I had some really great times in that little town. I also met my best friend and my husband there and they remain the rocks in my life that know me inside and out, and love me just the same. Believe me, that is difficult stuff on my snippier days!

Anyway, I digress. So I moved to this little town called Pflugerville. Now I know it's not just me, aren't you thinking right now in your head PFLUGERVILLE, really?? A friend of mine asked if I had really moved to a town called Pflugerville, to which I answered "Yepper, I sure did" ( I don't know why I said Yepper, but for some reason I did)! Now, in my mind the letters P and F should never arrive in the same word together, but in this case they not only arrived, but they celebrated their arrival. Well, Pfff, it took me a month just to get used to typing P and F together. My mind just didn't wanna wrap itself around it. This little arrival now causes me to have to spell my town name to everyone I speak to on the phone because if not my mail will go to some town named Flugerville, not Pflugerville. I imagine that Flugerville is in some far off place where things are normal and flowers bloom year round, where everything is just right and orderly. Here in this town they take the greatest pride in their little town name. So much so that you find little references to it all over town. Such as the local pizzeria named, Pfizza and Wings. The local sports teams must yell Pfight, Pfight, Pfight at their ballgames as the Panthers take on some other team. The town slogan is: Pflugerville, stuck between a rock and a weird place. In reference to Round Rock and Austin, who's slogan is Keep Austin Weird. At any rate it's been quite an experience living here.

I've found Pflugervillians to be quite nice. I really don't know if they are supposed to be called Pfloogers or Pflugervillians, but the term Pfloogers is just too close to boogers for my liking so I refer to them as simply Plugervillians. After the bustle and disinterest of most city folks, I found these people to be very nice and helpful. They are so nice, in fact, that even as you drive through toll booths they just smile and wave at you as if you are their next door neighbor. I have a toll tag but I've taken to driving through the cash lane just so I can see them and wave back. A couple of weeks ago I had the nicest conversation with one of them as I drove through...I meant to just drive on through as I normally do smiling and waving, but as I did, the person working looked so forlorn that I stopped and just spoke to her. She's the nicest lady and now when I drive through I really do know her, well I sort of know her, lol. So far, my time here in this little country town has been refreshing!

So, the next time you drive through a toll booth try this simple experiment. As you go through, wave really big and smile like it's the best day of your life. You might, just maybe, receive a smile in return. If not what's it matter, smiles are free after all so hand them out like candy!! I guarantee that if you don't receive a smile in return it will make you giggle just trying, so you win either way!

Well, I'm pfinished, pfinally! ( I know, I know it's corny but I just couldn't resist)

Pfarewell! Until the next post.....

Miss T