It is amazing to me this country place I live. The average household income is $68,000. The price of a house - $280,000. Most people drive Volvos, Audis, or some type or huge gas guzzling SUV....not that I have a problem with the gas guzzling. I would love to have a Tahoe. They are bad ass! Especially the teal colored ones with rims! But alas, my husband won't let me, he is the sensible one. The people here, for all of their wealth, dress like hobos. Teva sandals with Indian type designs, Crocs, sweatshirts kindergarten teachers wouldn't even wear, and of course the day wouldn’t be complete without mom jeans. They is so much damn money here, so how about building a decent mall with some real stores? A Macy's, Neiman Marcus, something. Not that the Bumpkins (that is how I refer to them - Country Bumpkins) would automatically have style because there were fashionable places to shop but shit, just because I live here does not mean I want to look like a hobo too. I have standards, no mom jeans with camel toes, no sandals with jacked up toe nails, no Cosby sweaters or handmade sweatshirt with dumb ass pictures of your dogs in clothes. Sheesh people! You have money, get with the program.
Once again so much money and nothing good to show for it. Of the three movie theaters in Bumpkinville, two have four screens apiece and smell like piss. One of them has mice. There is an upscale theatre that cost $1.50 extra to go to I guess because they clean it, but more often than not they have dumb ass hoity toity movies I don’t want to watch anyway. There is nothing to do with your kids. No zoos, science centers, nothing...well, that isn't completely true...if you wanna drive an hour and a half you can do some cool shit. But here...zilch.
We do have a lot of restaurants here. One could say too many really, they are the same thing over and over. If I had to guess, I would say 5-10 per city block. There are lots of fat asses walking around in mom jeans and Crocs that would tell you how good the food is. For the most part, it isn’t. No Olive Garden, no Cracker Barrel, no Imo’s, Long Horn, Jack in the Box, P.F. Chang’s, or Lion’s Choice. I could go on and on but by the time I was finished I would be starving and by the time I got something decent to eat, I might die.
So the bitch fest begins. The comparisons between living in the city and living here. This is just a bit of background for further posts so you can see why I bitch. If you don’t like it...IDGAS :) Thanks for visiting though.
