The Beginning

Due to popular demand (kind of), I have decided that it might be worthwhile to enter the blogosphere. And, if I am going to deem my blog Becoming a Cowgirl, I think it would be best to start with when the road to my becoming a cowgirl first began construction. May 15, 2010 to be exact--the day my true love and I were married for time and all eternity. Sigh.

For those of you who don't know, it just so happens that my true love is a cowboy . . . if by cowboy you mean he wears Wranglers, knows a lot about tractors, and has big muscles from handling a hoe. He even has a bull whip. And he knows how to use it. Anyway, my true love the cowboy swept me off my feet and didn't put me down again until we had reached a tiny town of 400 people (402 now that we're here), and for the last 3 months Lund, Nevada USA has been our home sweet home. Don't bother trying to find Lund on GoogleEarth, because it just shows up as dirt. It's about 3 hours from every major city an

d 40 minutes from the closest grocery store. Luckily, I don't have much need for a grocery store, considering the fact that my in-laws have a gard

en the size of a small farm, some 20 chickens, and they butcher their own cows. I hate grocery shopping anyway.

So that's the end of the beginning. And here I am. Livin' the country life. I even have my own pair of pink cowgirl boots and my very own cowgirl shirt.

All in all, I think I'm rather suited to small town living, and I wouldn't trade my new life for any other in the world.