So, you might be asking yourself - what in the world is a girl from New York City - born and raised - doing in the middle of the Ozarks, in a cabin without running water (yet) or electricity (coming soon), three dogs, five cats and a very patient farm-boy husband.
Well, let me tell you - Had you asked me even ten years ago if this is where I would be, and how I would be living my life, I would have laughed out loud and asked if you were feeling okay. I grew up on Staten Island, famous for its Staten Island Ferry which takes tourists to the Statue of Liberty. I grew up spending Christmases at Rockefeller Center and checking out the window displays in the big department stores on Fifth Avenue. I love roasted chestnuts, am a sucker for giant pretzels, think salt bagels and cream cheese are the only way to go and am a definite pizza snob, preferring the delights of Nunzio's Family Pizza over anything I've eaten since.
You see, when we first moved to Arkansas, I knew absolutely nothing about living the country life, only that Arkansas was the greenest and most beautiful place I'd ever been. Driving to work one morning, I was amazed to see a calf running and jumping in a pasture. I mean, I've seen movies and TV shows, and cows don't run and jump around. So it was with great excitement that I came home that evening to tell my loving husband that cows can run. He looked at me, a grin lit up on his face and he said, "Have you ever heard the term 'Stampede?'
I quickly tried to save face by remarking that stampedes usually involved big cows with cowboys on horses and this had been a little cow, but you can probably guess that I didn't win the argument.
And those are the kinds of stories I'll be passing along in this blog, including the story of how we weathered the ice storm of 2009 in a tent. Now that's a story. So I hope you'll check in occasionally and share a smile or two with me as I continue my "countrification" into a true Ozarks Country Girl.