There aren't any exotic trips to foreign land for most of the people around me. I often hear Florida. Rarely do I hear of travel to Beijing or Zimbabwe. Are we without culture? Do I know anyone who plans on visiting The Met? Maybe.
Today, I cleaned maggots out of rabbit drop pans and cleaned off the concrete for two coon dogs. Would they get an image of my reflective side view? Would America be dazzled by the excitement of a vine-ripened tomato?
If I planned an extravagant outdoor event, there would be wine. I'd hope that "Crazy Eyes" wouldn't attend, so I'd purposely omit Pinot Grigio from my wet bar. I would, however, have a few kegs of various blends for the ones I love. I'd have Gretchen and all of my favorite girls from Atlanta. Candy would bring X-rated gifts. NeNe would keep everyone in check.
I know that there are others like me. There are women, like me, who've shared their vaginal region with an offspring and turned into a coach, a hunter, a gunman, pageant coach and all kinds of stupid shit that we'd have never taken part in. It's like kids suck all of your life out of you and leave their scent from the inside out. I just don't know if these are things that justify an hour of DVR space for many.
So how do we as So ILL ladies entice Bravo and others to show the world what we have to offer? We don't, and we rejoice in the fact that we can wear tube tops and sit in lawn chairs in the front yard and watch kids ride their bikes barefoot down a side street. We can scream profanities at people who drive too fast down our side streets. We can have a yard sale with a toilet in the yard, without the stinkeye from passersby.
Here in Podunk, entertainment is simple. It's time to think about canning, trees and shrubs are on sale, and many are thinking about where to go for fireworks. These are not things that city folk want to watch. For all of our sanity, let's make an effort to keep it that way. For the squeamish, below is what we could use as a logo. It made me laugh out loud (LOL to you whippersnappers), so I felt compelled to share it.
