I was home sick today, which meant that I spent a lot of time laying around in bed, which also meant that I had a lot of time to think about random things. One of those random things was a reflection on all the signs that showed we don't live in Southern California anymore:
- The word "soy" has been replaced in everything by the word "sausage".
- There are advertisements on the radio for a store called Harley's Liquor & Bait.
- If you drive 0.015 miles away from anything familiar you find yourself on some farmer's land with nothing but silos for landmarks. And they all look like the same silo.
- The local talk radio station, which advertises itself as progressive -- and this is in the state's capital city -- and its weekend staple includes the Farm Report show, with "Fabulous Farm Babe Pam Yonke."
- We get weather patterns from Iowa. I forgot Iowa was even a state.
- You mean there were numbers below zero on my thermometer?!
- Everyone is friendly, you can actually breathe real air, and there isn't a Botox needle in sight.
I love it here!