Small Town Tuesdays

{Isn't my Iphone Hipstomatic camera amazing?!?! I rode my horse downtown and snapped this photo this morning! It looks just like it did in 1906!}

SO I've decided to add a little feature to The Southern Savant called
"Small Town Tuesdays."
{I reserve the right to change this title as I get more creative - it is still too early for Gorgeous to think very clearly}
This little jewel will share stories from my hometown.
Actually, more like my firsthand experiences in this beyond-insane-burrow that I call home.
At the risk of putting my Faithful Readers in danger of catching
"Corsicana Overload Disorder"
(which is a doctor recognized condition that requires numerous adult beverages to talk yourself into not moving to Dallas),
thus prompting you all to never want to visit here much less relocate to my Kingdom, this Queen of the Crazies will just give your small-town-palette a sample of what Her Majesty has only very recently experienced......
So grab a cup o' Jo, or actually pop some popcorn, and enjoy the show!

Living in a small town means:
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While shopping in the Beer/Cheese aisle at HEB (you notice BEER and cheese, NOT WINE and cheese), I saw a small girl around the age of seven walk over to the Keystone Light, pick up a sixpack, turn it sideways and hold it up to her stomach and proudly proclaim:
"Looky here Dad!!! Look at ME!!! I GOT ME A SIX PACK!!!
WOOO HOOOO!!!!!"
Git 'er Done, Little One, Git 'er Done.........
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Hotwater Cornbread is STILL hanging out at J's building. I would LOVE to see some neighbors' faces if they saw where he sat down to take a break from the Stuffed-Animal-Decorated Huffy. =)
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Usually when I drive through town, people stand out on the corners holding flags and chant my name.....HOWEVER, one day recently, I was cruising down 3rd Avenue in the "Carriage District" and a grown man was standing in his front yard, taking a LEAK.
Yes, Peeing.
As in leaning WAY back to ensure it would almost reach the street.
At least he had manners though,
because he made sure he waved at me really friendly-like when I passed.
What a gentlemen.
He should be knighted.
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And finally, when yours truly was at the Post Office this week, attempting to carry a very large and awkwardly shaped box inside to mail (my ladies in waiting were on their smoke break at the Waffle House), there were THREE men who very willingly volunteered their strong arms to carry the package inside and place it on the counter for me.
THAT is why I LIKE this Crazyland.
Because you can fairly quickly find a helping hand,
especially from the men whose mamas taught them to help a little lady in distress.
I was not in a terrible amount of distress,
but I did look quite silly in four inch heels on the street corner by a red light trying to maneuver a large cardboard box. =)


ONLY IN THE CAN.......ONLY IN THE CAN.
=)
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