Until December 23, 2010, I was a city girl. I had daily lattes, shopped a little too often, relied on public transportation, and rejected the thought of ever living in the country. When my husband and I decided to leave it all for West Texas to farm, life changed completely. Read my “Farmwife Confessions” to learn about the transition.

My grandma, from West Virginia, met, fell in love, and married my grandpa (from central Texas) during WWII. They had dates at the Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Eiffel Tower. They married when they returned to New York, and then went to Texas to make their lives.

To those in my grandpa’s hometown, my grandma was a Yankee outsider – an “Off Girl.”

Since moving to Farwell, everyone has been so nice and welcoming. It has helped Russell and I settle in and get on with our lives.

But, on Friday, I felt like an off girl.

I went to the local grocery store to get milk, tortillas, and a bell pepper (life’s necessities). It was my first time to go into the store and my first time to drive there solo.

I went the only way I knew to get to town, even though it wasn’t the fastest way to get there, and luckily found the store without having to ask anyone.

I go in and gather my items. The vegetable selection was lacking and there was no skim milk:

But, the meat and soda selection is top notch. Such is life in West Texas.

As I go to check out, the cashier asks me if I found everything okay. I reply, “Um… yeah, I did. Thanks.” And then this exchanged happened with the bagger, who was about 6’3, with a grizzly beard, and I think some missing teeth.

Bagger: “Whut, arre ya? Cun-try?”

Me: “Excuse me? Am I a country?”

Bagger: “Yeah, ya said, ‘Um yeah.’ Whut arre ya, a hick?” (I guess hick and valley girl accents sound the same to some.)

Me, with a puzzled look: “Obviously…”

And then he insisted on carrying my three items to my car, even though I insisted that I could handle the nine pounds worth of groceries on my own.

As I left the parking lot, I was flustered. I entered the house address into the GPS so I could learn the other way to get home, and pulled onto the highway when the GPS lady told me to “please proceed to the indicated route.” But, I forgot to pay attention and drove off the curb.

So there I was, a hick valley girl, having to GPS which dirt road to take to get home, driving off curbs in my car with DC plates. And that’s when it was official: I’m the off girl.

4 Comments on Farmwife Confession: I’m the Off Girl

  1. Emily
    January 23, 2011 at 11:32 AM (7 years ago)

    This story makes me laugh! I can picture you saying “obviously” in my head, hilarious!

  2. Audrey Liethen
    January 23, 2011 at 12:19 PM (7 years ago)

    Julia – I have been lucky and experienced Farwell for 7 years now.

    Here is the irony. It has a flashing light and a population of just over 1200. I still take the wrong street to get to the store. Not to mention, when I go shop there a homeless man (in appearance) and toothless. He always tries to help and says “haven’t seen you around”.

    I get lost going to Clovis. I get turned around going to Lubbock, miss the exit (dirt road) to get to the airport. Then, I can’t find my way home! I call Tracy, she doesn’t answer. I call JoJo, the phone dies. There I am in the middle of…I don’t know where.

    But, the most special of family and friends makes West Texas the place to be.

    Leal’s, Thursday BBQ’s and a 3 hour drive to Santa Fe isn’t so bad either! Enjoy. You are a lucky lady. Audrey

    • admin
      January 23, 2011 at 10:44 PM (7 years ago)

      You’re right; the people are amazing! Hope to see y’all here soon!

  3. Nikki
    March 6, 2011 at 9:49 PM (7 years ago)


    That store looks almost as fabulous as the Super S used to be! I Enjoy reading your blog, hope you’re doing well!



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