Small Town Girl in the Big City ~ Belle

Let me state the obvious, this small-town girl DOES NOT LIKE THE CITY!  I much prefer the

quietness of a country road.  I don't know what it's like to go out for your coffee.  I am used to driving a bit to get to what I want or need.  I'm just so comfy living outside of the chaos.  My husband and I are in a small quiet little town in a suburb of Richmond and it is close enough yet far enough for me.  Truth be told I would love to be in the middle of nowhere...we'll see how convincing I can be!

Recently a dear friend from college got married and pregnant this year I was invited to join in the festivities which I was more than excited to do...except, it would require travel.  And not just any travel...but through a big city, around Washington, D.C. and then onto the suburbs of the big city.  I was more nervous than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs!

Of course, this friend was worth the trip - it was amazing to see her and great to catch up after many years.  Maybe my experience among the "northern gals" will be fodder for a later post!

As I headed up I 95, I was so very excited as with two small children it is seldom that I get any quiet time in the car to listen to audiobooks or just the radio so boy I was ready!  I found the country station and got all set to belt out some music en route.  How disappointing to realize how pitiful new country music is!  One cheesy song about "Gettin' Her Shine On" was all I could seem to muster.  This question of "what happened to country music" will definitely be addressed in a later post as well.

The next question I pondered as I entered "up North" is what in the world will these people do when Armageddon comes?  From what I can see, there are NO farms.  There are very few gardens.  There are NO farm animals.  What will they eat?  How will they survive?  And if it is like this in Washington, D.C., what in tarnation must a big city like New York be like?

Let's talk trains.  As I approached closer to the hub there were train tracks running alongside the interstate.  Fine...seems normal enough, right?  But then I was able to cran my neck far enough to see that this was no ordinary set of tracks.  These had gates, barbed wire, electric fences, nail guns, and even beastly lions.  Okay, a little farfetched on the nail guns and beastly lions but seriously, what in the world is going on up here?  Is people getting up on the tracks THAT COMMON?  It seems like overkill to me but I assume it wouldn't be there unless it was necessary.  They are most secure than Fort Knox.  Scary...

Now let's talk Smart cars (inset shaking of the head.)  I have to admit that I belly laugh every single time I pass one of these.  It never fails, whoever is driving one of these looks ridiculous and as I got closer to the city there were more and more of them.  I mean I am all for saving on fuel but I just can't see what the draw is with these micro mini cars.  City folk seem to love them...is it the ability to dash in and out of traffic (no, there is no dashing since they don't seem to go over 55).   Whatever it is, I will wait until they outlaw tractor trailers before I consider sporting one of those micro cars.

Total panic ensued when I got past Manassas, Virginia.  Home to the first battle of the Civil War I was daydreaming about the history that took place here when all of the sudden these signs start appearing that I cannot decipher.  Codes...language that isn't English, numbers mixed with letters.  Oh crap, they have their own language up here in Northern Virginia, and I don't speak it!  After three phone calls to friends and family (none of who could translate...what good is phoning a friend?) I just kept driving.  Who knows what they said, or what important information I was supposed to garner from them.


To close, the biggest realization from the driving experience is about why our roads down here are so bad.  We don't have anyone helping to fix them because VDOT (Virginia Dept. of Transportation) is all taken up with the miles and miles, and miles, and more miles of construction in Northern Virginia.  No wonder I have a screaming headache each morning from hopping and skipping through potholes all the way to work.  The squeaky wheel gets the grease I presume...Northern Virginia must be squeaky.

All jesting aside, every experience is valuable and worth it - and to spend time with those we care about is worth any journey, but give me a country road over the city any day.

Introduction to Billie - Written by Belle

Introducing Billie…written by Belle

When first given the task of introducing Billie on the blog I wondered how in the world I would be able to do it!  You would think that writing about someone who is so incredibly different than you would be easy – you would just think of the opposites and put it down.  But something incredible happened along this journey of writing about my dear friend.  I realized something I had subconsciously known all along.  We are not nearly as different as I might have first thought.  In fact, as I put pen to paper, it amazed me at just how many times I found myself thinking how absolutely alike we are!  And to have come from two so very different places!  It’s almost as if our differences have been a bridge to our similarities

Upon first meeting Billie, my small stereotypical world view was in full force – Northerner.  Yankee.  Opinionated, loud, and she would most definitely not have a filter that we Southerners pride ourselves on.  When she was hired as a full-time teacher after a long-term sub stint I thought, wow…this should be interesting!  Now we have to figure out how to take this a step further and actually plan, collaborate, WORK TOGETHER!

What started as a little bit of treading lightly on both of our parts has blossomed into a beautiful friendship…and it’s one I never would have expected.  Billie and I have sat across many a table and bantered back and forth about our lives, our experiences, our views and our futures.  She has listened, I have listened and we have found common ground on so many areas of our lives.

Billie I learned, is no opinionated, loud, filter-less Northerner (don’t get me wrong, this gal still has a fierce side to her!)  She is actually quite the opposite – a true gem from above the Mason-Dixon Line.  She is an AMAZING teacher who is respected by students, teachers and parents alike.  She is a lover of wine, good food and friends – someone to be counted on in a pinch.  This girl has class, sass, and is an absolutely amazing pastry chef!

I couldn’t be more content with the lesson that Billie taught me.  Assumptions are not always correct and our very best lessons in life come from that we are most different from…and what a great thing!

Introducing "Belle"

Let me first say that I come from a L-O-N-G line of Southern women.  Now some embrace their "Southernism" with a grip so tight you couldn’t pry it out of them.  Others may have strayed but somehow were almost always brought back.  I come from this long line and it has become a huge part of who I am. 

I am a Virginia native, born and raised and have never strayed from my Virginia roots.  I am SO proud to be from this beautifully historical state and never cease to be amazed at the place within which I live.  We may be at the Northern end of the South but we have a culture here that warms people’s hearts as they cross that famous line.

I am one of three girls – and boy did that shape my current existence!  I learned early that you have to talk fast and think fast to get what you want.  I spend much of my adult life doing just that – thinking and talking at warped speed, sometimes to my detriment.

I fully embrace all things Southern – quilting, sewing, canning, preserving, cooking, baking (Paula Deen style of course y'all) and making things myself.  I am a church-going Southern Baptist to my core and I would like to think that I fear God above all else.  I am still on that walk with a lot to learn!  My absolute favorite scripture besides The Lord's Prayer is Ephesians 2:8 and I really try to focus on that.

Reading is my absolute passion – instilled in me from a young age, I am forever immersed in a variety of different books.  I love sharing this passion with others and feel so blessed to be able to help lead an adult and kid’s book club.  Lord, how I do love a good historical fiction novel over anything else!

I am a teacher, a wife and a mother of two little boys.  I would like to think I do a pretty good job managing all three although it is a daily challenge to juggle it all.  It has been said “you can’t have it all in life.”  I would disagree as I feel pretty blessed every single day to have a life so full and rich.  I am never finished counting my blessings…

I am so excited to be on this adventure with my good friend "Billie."  We hope you enjoy it too!

Introduction to Billie

All About Billie

One day in a 10th grade English class on Long Island, NY, Mr. Gibbons said something that I was to remember for at least another 15 years. He said that they tested products in Ohio for sale because it was so obscure. Companies would not lose a profit because no one credible lives there. He said, “Who actually lives in Ohio?” Then half of the class turns around and stares at me. Someone raises their hand, points to me, and says, “She used to live in Ohio.” 

I was that kid, the kid who sat in the back of the classroom and never said a word. That kid who never fit in. Do you remember one of those kids? Everyone knew of me, but very few people actually knew me. We were a non-military family that moved around as if we were part of the army. I must have been asked that question at least 100 times from moves to Long Island, Tampa, Columbus, Fort Lauderdale, and Los Angeles. All of the moving around meant loss of friends, new experiences, and plenty of new starts. It also left me feeling like I never belonged because I kept changing myself during those new starts. For example, in Ohio they made fun of my New York accent, so I changed it. Then we moved back to New York. They made fun of my changed accent, so I changed it back again to the original. Then I decided to give up speaking in general because I just did not fit in.

On my own I lived near Rochester, NY for college and then moved to Richmond, VA. I stayed in Richmond for a job in archaeology and then fell in love so I’m here for good. All of that moving around left me trying to find a place where I belonged. Now I belong in Richmond, married to a police officer from the Blue Ridge Mountains and teaching middle school History.

The most important thing I have realized in all of my travels, is that good people are still friendly when you speak first with gentility and confidence, no matter the accent. However, sometimes they will eat weird food.

-Billie