Small Town Girl

Even though I'm highly addicted, I don't usually buy soda for the house. Which is actually pretty amazing considering how much of it I drink. I stop and get one almost every morning and then have one late afternoon. I just always feel like I need to.

And just like every good addict, I have weird quirks. I get different drinks from different stores - this 7-11 has great Diet Pepsi, this Conoco has great Diet Dr. Pepper...and if I'm drinking from a can, it needs to be Diet Coke. 

So weird.

I get my fix during the day but keep it clean at home. Occasionally I run out and get one but that's pretty rare. Don't attribute that to any kind of willpower though. Mostly it's because my laziness outweighs my addition.

But since last month,  I've the guilty pleasure of a fridge stocked with Diet Coke. So I get hooked. Now I'm used to having one in the evening too.

And then I run out.

Which for a normal person wouldn't be that big of deal . And then there's me. Who is running out at 10 at night because I just can't stand it anymore - I have GOT to have a soda. Right now! And just as I'm about to whip into the gas station, it goes dark. CLOSED!!

That's the sucky part about living in a small town - everything shuts down early.  But I wasn't going to let a little thing like closing discourage me. Nope, I just drive across the highway. To get a drink.

What is not sucky about a small town is the fact that you can open your home to the local kids.  I was making dinner when one of my nephews friends came over - he's hung out at our house quite a few times. You become pretty popular during the summer if you have a pool. And even more so if you feed them after they get done swimming.  He was selling stuff for a football fundraiser. So we gave him some money and a glass of tea and as he was leaving he yelled "Thanks Aunt Amber!". I loved that.

I always want my home to be full. Growing up, that't how it was. We always had kids over. Always. My Dad used to refer to them as "The Supper Club" because they would always show up around mealtimes. The truth is, they were there all the time. That was the place that everyone wanted to be - they all loved my parents and my parents loved having them.

And that's what I want - a pool full of kids, everyone hanging out watching a movie, and enough food for an army.  Because at the Mitchell house you will always find food, laughter and fun.