country girl in the…suburbs?

I drive home, windows & sunroof & tailgate window totally open; warm wind blowing over my body. I wear muddy holey jeans, workboots, and a baseball cap. I've got dirt on my face and hands. An oranage Gatorade in one hand, chowing down on a turkey sandwich from the gas station with the other, while I drie with my knee. Country music comes from the speakers. My dog is in the back of my truck (OK, it's technically an SUV), covered head to toe with mud from training in the field & pond. My ears are still ringing just a tad from the gunfire. I'm totally relaxed and at peace with the world, and I'm thinking about the librarian's post about being a city girl in the country. I decide that maybe I lean a bit more towards the Country than the City. I like the peace and quiet of the wide open spaces. I like being relaxed and not caring what I look like when I walk into the gas station. like spending time outside teaching my dog to retrieve birds. I don't really even mind handling the dead birds – it's not a big deal. I like being dirty and working hard tending to horses. But there's a part of me that likes having Target and Burger King right around the corner…so maybe I'm not a "too far out in the country" girl.
I arrive home after my peaceful drive and immediately start bathing my muddy dog. In the course of bathing & drying him, I find 5 ticks, 4 of which I called my husband in to take care of. The fifth one I deal with like a squeamish little girl…and decide that maybe I'm not as much of a country girl as I thought.