I am the Pioneering Woman

Yesterday marked my weekly trip into town, which is always an all-day adventure. As my friends so aptly describe me, I'm a pioneering woman now. For those of you who don't follow this little blog religiously, you probably don't know that we just moved to the middle of nowhere. To be exact, we live 60 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart, the nearest Target, the nearest Dollar Store and the nearest bowling alley, all of which are things that are very important to my little life.

Growing up in the middle of nowhere, I grew accumstomed to having to plan out purchases like toilet paper and milk to coincide with a trip into town. And let me tell ya, a trip into town on the weekends was like a trip to Disney World. I always felt like the universe had made a cosmic mistake by planting me on a farm in the middle of nowhere in North Dakota, and crusing around town on those days just felt like the universe was getting one step closer to righting its wrong.

As soon as I could, I left for college in Minneapolis (which by the way, turned out to be even colder than North Dakota, what in the world is up with that?), and it seemed as if the universe was once again at peace since I had been rightfully returned to where I must have been kidnapped from at birth. Miles and miles and miles of compacted civilization just made me want to sing, "The Hills Are Alive...." Well maybe not really, but I felt like singing something.

Once I realized that I was not spending another 40 degrees below zero winter with the eskimo people, we moved to Memphis. But to avoiding getting shot on the street, we ultimately decided on a quiet little suburb on the other side of the state line, in Mississippi. Living in the Burbs wasn't exactly like my full fledged city life, but I nonetheless never had to worry about a toilet paper crisis, which is the worst of its kind from what I understand. Toilet paper was a just a two minute jaunt down the road.

When the universe decided I must be brought back to the frozen tundra to fulfill some kind of life mission I'm stll in the dark about, we were brought to, you guessed it, a town even further away from civilization than I had experienced growing up. For quite awhile after we moved back here, I couldn't even see to drive at night, you don't find a whole lot of street lights on the pasture ridden roads I drive on. We need to start equipping all the cows with some kind of lighted headgear so atleast the sides of the road are illuminated around here.

So I'm living the Little House on the Praire life where the good wifey says her goodbyes to Pa and the boys and takes the girls into town for all the needed supplies before winter rolls around.

I am gradually weening myself of my "going to town" addiction. Truthfully, I may need some kind of support group, but now that gas is only, what, $2.50 a gallon, doesn't that mean I have plenty of money to drive my big SUV into town atleast once a week?

I don't know, maybe I'd feel better about giving up my weekly trips to town if I somehow managed to figure out how to make my own toilet paper. You never can have too much of a stockpile. And of course, every Wednesday when I get the weekly grocery ads, my entire being tells me that I must go into town to hit all the grocery sales. I absolutely must.



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