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My Kind of Town

2 Jun

I’ve talked a little bit before about the small town that I was raised in and where I chose to move back to start my adult life. The town of Munford has a motto that is posted right in the middle of town. As you pass the small city hall you will see “My Kind of Town.”

I’ve always thought of this as my kind of town. When I moved to Memphis during college, I enjoyed being close to school and being just down the road from the mall, downtown, or anything else that I might want to get into, but I always knew that I would be coming back home to Munford.

All of the other education majors would ask about why I would choose to teach in Tipton County if I could make more money working out in Memphis. My friend and I would tell them about the great atmosphere and southern hospitality that make it ideal for settling down and raising a family.

I love that many of my childhood friends still live here. I love that many of our parents were friends and our families have known each other forever. I love that our kids can grow up together and that I can, generally speaking, trust anybody.  I love that there are teachers in our schools who taught us and that I had teachers who taught my parents.  I love that, even though our town has grown at an amazing rate,  giving us many more things to do in town, we can still drive down roads that don’t look like cluttered neighborhoods. We can find a country road where we may not see a house or another car for miles. We can see beautiful green pastures and fields and glimpses of the Mississippi River.

However, this past Thursday night, while we were at Bennett’s last ball game of the season,  a thieving predator swooped into our driveway and drove away with our boat. The bottom-feeding loser had to be watching because 14 minutes after I pulled out of the driveway, a friend identified the boat several miles from our house. He must have seen that Chris and B had their uniforms on and that we wouldn’t be back for a while. I guess he knew what he was doing.

What he didn’t know is that almost every house he passed for the first mile is a relative of mine. He also didn’t know that his truck would be identified by my aunt, a cousin, and two other friends as he drove down this road. You see, another reason that Munford is my kind of town is because there are so many people here that are willing to look out for each other and lend a helping hand. So, although the police have not located the boat, they do have leads that are helping them with the search.

I have been very upset by this violation to my personal property, not only because of the principle, but also because I had to watch my 4-year-old son cry because his boat and brand new fishing pole had been taken. We have had so many good times on that boat whether it be fishing in a local lake or just hanging out on the Mississippi or Tennessee Rivers.

So, as I sit inside on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon, when I would normally be cruising on my boat, I have a message for the low life SOB that has some bad karma headed his way:

A) You will reap what you sow and must face the consequences at some point.

B) You may have taken this


But you will never take all of the wonderful memories that were made


or the ones that are yet to be made.



C) Just so you know, we don’t take kindly to folks like you around here. So, if I were you I’d take my ass somewhere else because these country folk may appear pure as gold, but we all have a little redneck that’s ready to come out when someone does our people wrong.

This leach on society has my invitation to pack his crap and hit the road, because THIS is MY KIND OF TOWN.




Fun Friday and a Canadian

12 Jan

Ok, so I know it’s Saturday, but I never got a chance to sit down and post yesterday. I had a great day!

I decided yesterday morning that I wanted to straighten my hair so I could get a good look at it. It was the one dry day that was sandwiched between a projected four days of rain. Anyone with curly hair knows that the forecast is vital to hair style planning. You ladies with straight hair may wish for curly hair sometimes, but just imagine spending 45 minutes to straighten your hair only to walk outside and the slightest hint of moisture change your hard work to a poodle do. Not fun! It looked pretty good and I think the color is growing on me.


Since I spent more time styling my hair, I didn’t have time to fix coffee or breakfast before I took B to the bus. On the way back home, I decided to stop at the gas station and pick up a big cup of coffee. I exchanged pleasantries with an older truck driver that had stopped in for the same thing. We talked about how glad we were that it was Friday and how hard it is to get back in the groove after Christmas break. I followed the man to the register and before I got a chance to pay, he added my cup of joe to his tab. Talk about a surprising friendly gesture.

I then went to school and had a very productive day. We even got to go to recess…without jackets…in January. Hallelujah! I know you think the kids were loving this, but you just don’t understand how much teachers love recess too. After being cramped in a small room with 21 little people calling your name a hundred times each all day long, it is a breath of fresh air, literally.

I also got a chance to use this great deal. I found it on a great site called My Memphis Mommy. You can get 99 prints for $0.99 on Snapfish through the end of today. Just use the code PENNY2013 and pay the shipping. The best part? You can use it an unlimited number of times. That’s pretty big for all of us picture printing procrastinators.

Last night we had a surprise 30th birthday for my friend Brian, who I have known pretty much my entire life. There is nothing like having dinner with 30 or 40 of your closest friends while one waiter frantically runs around trying to keep up with everyone’s requests WITH NO BARTENDER TO ASSIST. May not sound THAT bad to you, but with this group, a bartender is an integral key to success. Anyways, because we love each other so much we still had a blast and continued the party back at the birthday boy’s house.


I promise I’m almost done rambling, but before I’m done I want to tell you one of my favorite parts about a small town. I grew up with an awesome group of friends, whose parents are also friends. I married a man who was in this group of friends, so we never have to split time between “his friends” and “her friends”. Now when our friends get together I watch tons of kids run around becoming “friends whose parents are friends” and I think that is awesome, not only because it’s just cool, but also because we won’t ever be afraid to bust each other’s kids out for doing the things we did. Life in my small town means my friends are like family. And I think that is pretty freaking amazing!

I got up this morning wanting to tell about my fun Friday. Everyday I check to see how many people have read my blog that day. I am a goal oriented person and I always love to beat my own records. On my stats page, I always see a map of the world with the U.S. lit up because that’s where all of my readers are from. I’ve REALLY been hoping that one day another country would be lit up. This morning when I looked, Canada was orange! I am super excited about this. So, Canadian, if you are reading now, thanks for stopping by. You just made my day.

What’s your favorite thing about the place you live? This goes for my small town friends, big city buds, and the Canadian that just made my day.

Thanks for reading,