Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Apologies and Plans for World Domination
I swear I brush my teeth more often than I write. That was one of my things in my last post. I wanted writing to become routine. I'll admit that I've thought about writing a couple of times, but I either didn't have time, or didn't have a computer handy as I was doing something like, oh say, driving. I missed you though. And by "You" I mean both the blog and the undoubted multitudes who read it. I think I'm up to 3 now. 3 now, soon...THE WORLD!!! They'll never see it coming! Soon the internet will take over! Who would have thought!?! Muahahahahahaha...ha.....ha... *ahem* Please excuse my rather brief Pinky and the Brain moment. But now, back to work...the same thing I do every day...
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Season for Slacking
So. Hi. Haven't talked in a while. Yes, it's been a couple of weeks since I've last written and I would like to own up to my sucking at doing regular posts. I would really like to commit to such things. I have these high hopes that one day blog posting will be as routine for me as brushing my teeth or hitting the snooze button on my alarm.
But, alas, it has yet to fall into that category. I blame it on late winter/early spring. This time of year is usually what I refer to as my Season of Slacking. It's that time when the weather starts to turn fantastic for the first time in ages and all you want to do is sit in a hammock out back. That would be this time of year. In fact, last week I spent a considerable few hours in a hammock. It was glorious. You should be jealous.
But now, even with good weather on my horizon (oh god, the puns in that line), I plan to try and make this a snooze button sort of event. As regular as me setting an alarm.
In real news I would like to share... A friend sent me this http://www.nbc-2.com/Global/story.asp?S=12265823 article with the tag that Math really can be useful. I still have my doubts, but I appreciate the way a man used elementary math to stick it to the man.
I love sticking it to the man. So enjoy!
But, alas, it has yet to fall into that category. I blame it on late winter/early spring. This time of year is usually what I refer to as my Season of Slacking. It's that time when the weather starts to turn fantastic for the first time in ages and all you want to do is sit in a hammock out back. That would be this time of year. In fact, last week I spent a considerable few hours in a hammock. It was glorious. You should be jealous.
But now, even with good weather on my horizon (oh god, the puns in that line), I plan to try and make this a snooze button sort of event. As regular as me setting an alarm.
In real news I would like to share... A friend sent me this http://www.nbc-2.com/Global/story.asp?S=12265823 article with the tag that Math really can be useful. I still have my doubts, but I appreciate the way a man used elementary math to stick it to the man.
I love sticking it to the man. So enjoy!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Drivers of the World Unite!
Now I consider myself a fairly patient person. And, for that matter, a fairly upbeat person. I laugh constantly. Many times at myself, and many times frequently enough that people start talking about rest and soothing drinks. You know, the usual. But for some reason, I seem to attract bad drivers like it's my job. Seriously. I try and have patience. I try not to honk my horn and just constantly leave my middle finger waiving in the window, but it seems that I have some sort of gravitational pull when it comes to people who can't drive. The other day, I had forgotten my phone charger at work, and seeing as it was the weekend, I decided to run by real quickly and pick it up. Of course "real quickly" didn't work out quite as planned when I somehow got stuck behind someone going 12 MPH, at their fastest. Granted, the speed limit in my town within the city is a mere 30mph, but 12!?! Really!? And I thought, well, mayhaps it's someone from out of town, or maybe a little old person, or someone having car troubles. But oh no. A person in their 30's with local tags and no hazards going is this bastard who's decided to putter along in front of me. I think I literally screamed. More than once.
This past weekend, I was driving back into town from Nashville and it started raining. Now, this wasn't a drizzle, but it was no monsoon either. But there was that one person on the interstate that day that fears any sort of inclement weather. Spit on the street in front of them and they'll freak. Well this person decided to cruise in the fast lane....in a section of the interstate where the speed limit's 70....going 45 MPH. There is a special place in hell waiting for this person. Really. It's filled with rain, Barney episodes, and retail customers asking stupid questions.
Beyond the fact that there are evil drivers out there, my mother actually taught me some wonderful ways to be slightly vindictive without breaking laws or being obscene. As a southerner, I find this important. We always have to be sweet as molasses while plotting vengeance or carrying it out. It's important for our reputation. Anyways, these helpful tidbits include:
1. When a person flicks you off while driving, 9 times out of 10 you get to assume it was something they did, and you just bothered to correct their driving errors. So don't feel shame about it, but don't stoop to their level. Instead, wave at them franticly, like you think they're waving to you and are their long lost friend/cousin/3rd grade teacher. This will just piss them off more, the fact that you're not getting that they're angry with you, and wish to tell you so, and you will have the righteous feeling of knowing you didn't flick them off...and that you made them more frustrated. Having used this one on numerous occasions, I really can vouch for the fact that it's infinitely more satisfying than flicking the other person off as well.
AND
2. If someone is driving behind you with their brights on, simply adjust your side mirrors until the light is reflected back in their face. I've used this one while driving back roads, as well as while stuck in traffic on the interstate. It's really delightful. You know how much you hate that person that decides permanently driving with their brights on is a good idea? Yeah, you can remedy that. I also have used this when stuck in front of one of those people who just have ridiculously bright normal lights. I, personally, think those should be illegal. They're evil, distracting, and blinding. But it's wonderful to get to flash them, I once even had a guy start blinking his lights off and on, like he was pissed about the fact that I was throwing his lights of doom back at him, but really, he was just flashing himself, so I laughed and enjoyed the ride. A word of warning though, if you adjust your side mirrors, make sure to adjust them back to a usable position before you do anything you might need them for. Trust me on that one. It's hard to feel vindicated and like you came out on top when you get into some sort of easily avoidable accident in front of Mr. Evil High-beams.
But generally, I try to keep an open mind when cruising down the road. I've had car troubles before, I know what it's like to have to BE the dumb ass in the slow lane going INCREDIBLY slow. It's not fun. But if you act stupidly...know that I will be there...waiving franticly, and cutting you off at my first chance. Bless your heart.
This past weekend, I was driving back into town from Nashville and it started raining. Now, this wasn't a drizzle, but it was no monsoon either. But there was that one person on the interstate that day that fears any sort of inclement weather. Spit on the street in front of them and they'll freak. Well this person decided to cruise in the fast lane....in a section of the interstate where the speed limit's 70....going 45 MPH. There is a special place in hell waiting for this person. Really. It's filled with rain, Barney episodes, and retail customers asking stupid questions.
Beyond the fact that there are evil drivers out there, my mother actually taught me some wonderful ways to be slightly vindictive without breaking laws or being obscene. As a southerner, I find this important. We always have to be sweet as molasses while plotting vengeance or carrying it out. It's important for our reputation. Anyways, these helpful tidbits include:
1. When a person flicks you off while driving, 9 times out of 10 you get to assume it was something they did, and you just bothered to correct their driving errors. So don't feel shame about it, but don't stoop to their level. Instead, wave at them franticly, like you think they're waving to you and are their long lost friend/cousin/3rd grade teacher. This will just piss them off more, the fact that you're not getting that they're angry with you, and wish to tell you so, and you will have the righteous feeling of knowing you didn't flick them off...and that you made them more frustrated. Having used this one on numerous occasions, I really can vouch for the fact that it's infinitely more satisfying than flicking the other person off as well.
AND
2. If someone is driving behind you with their brights on, simply adjust your side mirrors until the light is reflected back in their face. I've used this one while driving back roads, as well as while stuck in traffic on the interstate. It's really delightful. You know how much you hate that person that decides permanently driving with their brights on is a good idea? Yeah, you can remedy that. I also have used this when stuck in front of one of those people who just have ridiculously bright normal lights. I, personally, think those should be illegal. They're evil, distracting, and blinding. But it's wonderful to get to flash them, I once even had a guy start blinking his lights off and on, like he was pissed about the fact that I was throwing his lights of doom back at him, but really, he was just flashing himself, so I laughed and enjoyed the ride. A word of warning though, if you adjust your side mirrors, make sure to adjust them back to a usable position before you do anything you might need them for. Trust me on that one. It's hard to feel vindicated and like you came out on top when you get into some sort of easily avoidable accident in front of Mr. Evil High-beams.
But generally, I try to keep an open mind when cruising down the road. I've had car troubles before, I know what it's like to have to BE the dumb ass in the slow lane going INCREDIBLY slow. It's not fun. But if you act stupidly...know that I will be there...waiving franticly, and cutting you off at my first chance. Bless your heart.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Retail...or Bookstore Hell
So I've spent a great deal of my life working in retail. When I was little my parents actually opened a toy store. Like anything else, this had its ups and downs (more ups if you really want to get into it), but mostly it means that from the age of twelve I was working in retail.
Well, needless to say, I got a lot of experience in the retail market. So I went away to college and became an English major, and once I graduated, I ended up in the expected place. No, not a bar, drowning my jobless sorrows. I ended up working at a bookstore. And let me just say, you get the bottom of the barrel in the way of questions at a bookstore. You know, those people that have only ever walked into a place selling books so they can pick something up for required school reading. Those people where you're slightly shocked they could read the list to figure out what three books they needed for their required reading. The dregs of society come into a bookstore at sometime or another. I once actually had this conversation with a customer:
Incompetent Customer: Excuse me, I'm looking for this one book, and I was wondering...what is Shakespeare's last name?
Me: *Incredulous look* Shakespeare...
IC: Yeah, him, what's his last name?
Me: His last name is Shakespeare.
IC: Are you sure, maybe there's another Shakespeare?
Me: *Incredulous look* Nope, just one Shakespeare.
IC: Well, I guess I'll look, but if it's not the right person, I can bring it back, right?
Me: *Nods head and walks away slowly for fear of another question*
Really. That actually happened. I swear I would have at least one conversation a day that would make me feel like my IQ dropped by a number of points. Now, there are plenty of intellectuals that come into bookstores, I enjoy helping those people, or people who want to find good books for their kids...but ohhh the rest of them. I mean, being asked about that "one book that's about that old dude and he's in a boat with a fish or something." Yes...they did mean The Old Man and the Sea. The person who used this line, had actually just finished reading the book in class, and wanted the cliff notes as they didn't really "get" the book. I never would have guessed. Shocking really.
But within retail, I've discovered that, beyond your average, fairly competent and decently polite person, there are several types of customers you will run into while at a bookstore (or while working at one).
One of the ones that I think pops up in the South more than anywhere else (though I'm not saying we have the market cornered on these), is the Religious Reader. These people are the ones that want to tell you the beauty of their religion as soon as you bring them to their book, regardless of it's in New Age or Christian Fiction. They also are the ones to become offended the easiest. I once had a man come in and ask for our religion section. I asked him if he meant general religion, Christian living/fiction, or New Age. Evidently this was not a proper question to ask, as I was lectured for a solid ten minutes on how "Of course" he meant Christianity because all other religions are...well, I'll clean up what he said, and just say he thought they were wrong. I've also had customers that wanted to know why I never read books like The Secret, and would then tell me how these books have indeed changed their lives, at which point I start desperately looking around for the heaviest book I can find to drop on my head, causing, hopefully, hearing loss, or at least enough of an injury to excuse me from their presence.
The next customer type we got plenty of were the Know It Alls. These people know exactly what book they want and where it should be and think you obviously have the IQ of a small electrical appliance for not immediately recognizing the name of the obscure french play they need for their class on how to be a misanthrope. Really, everyone who doesn't know the social ramifications for Sir Whoseit's book truly have no reason to be alive. They are obviously incompetent.
These people, while annoying, are not nearly as bad as the MUST KNOW NOW shopper. These people tend to think that you should know the title and location of every book in the store and God Forbid that the one copy in the store was sold earlier that day and the computer hasn't updated the quantity. They don't care that it really isn't in the store...They want their Damn book NOW! And Heaven Help you if you actually bother to spend ten minutes looking for said book on the off chance that there might be a rogue copy lingering around just to make you look like an idiot when it's found...you obviously are just waisting this persons time, and you look like an idiot anyways.
That group is really a more of a rabid off-shoot of the ever popular Last Minute Student. These are the teens, college students, or parents who come in the day they're suppose to start reading the newest book for class. These people really have no concept that the teacher might not have called the book store and told us that we need to be sure we have eleventy billion copies of Cold Sassy Tree so that every student can have one. When that parent shows up and you don't have any copies of that book left...may God have mercy on your soul...as no one can bitch, moan, and complain, as well as someone on the verge of an assignment. Especially parents, who are already pissed that their child/wildebeest didn't mention before ten minutes ago that they had to have the entirety of War and Peace read the next day, and must have a thirty minute presentation complete with props ready. I mean, that's totally my fault, right? Right?
Now, I love kids as much as the next person, but teens are always a little harder to work with. I mean, what says difficult like someone who hates authority for authority's sake? Now, I was one of those kids (I, surprisingly, never got suspended, but I was a smart ass through and through), so I can't hate too much, but the Manga Kids, for some reason, just really got under my skin. I once said, "Oh yeah, I'll show you where our Manga's at" pronouncing Manga "Maine-ga". Only to have a girl who I could crush by sitting on her, and who was currently having an obvious rebellion against personal hygiene, tell me "It's pronounced Mah-n-ga." And roll her eyes at me. I wanted to stab her with her eyeliner. Really Emo child? Really? Mah-n-ga kids also have no qualms about reading an entire series of books while sitting in the middle of an aisle...just thinking about this makes me want to get out my eyeliner to use as a weapon... or maybe I'll just use soap.
The group known as Sitters were obviously some off-shoot of Manga Kids when they were little, as these are the people who will walk around the entire book store, gathering books, like some sort of literary squirrel, and then they'll find a chair to camp out in...where they proceed to read Every Single Book they picked up. Or read through them. Or maybe just glance at them before they put them on the floor. And before you know it, this person has a small fort built around them in books. Now, while this is annoying to some degree, it would be forgivable, if it wasn't for the fact that these people LEAVE the books by their chair when they get up...obviously not purchasing a one. I mean, really!? What type of house were you raised in? I mean, it's one thing to leave a mess at home, but do I come by your work and take all of the napkins and condiments out and leave them on the counter of the Burger King you work at? No, I don't. Because I have some semblance of respect for my fellow man. I think there is a special level of hell reserved for people who do this right before the store closes. Really...they'll be rocking out with Hitler and Ivan the Terrible before they know it. And by rocking out, I mean hopefully being painfully tortured...maybe in a bookstore.
The last of the types I found, are the ones that started this whole rant and process of defining...that would be the Incompetent Mouth Breather. If you've ever worked in retail, you can spot one of these from a mile away. These are the people who don't understand the concept of a coupon that says "Cannot be used with any other offer" means that, no, they can't use the coupon with the three other coupons they've been hoarding for this specific moment, especially considering that the other coupons have already expired. These are the people that think when you pull the book Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank out of the autobiography section, you are pulling the wrong book, and they think that the Anne Frank Diary is different, and how stupid can you be not to know this. These are the people who ask Shakespeare's and Hitler's last names. These are the people you dread your child will turn into one day. And while later, these will be the ones whose questions will provide hours of entertainment and years of quotable material, when you are actually working with them, they make you want to punch things. Usually them. Hard.
So those are some of my observation from working in a book store. The place where the intellectuals mingle with those who struggle to tie their shoes, where the emo kids mix with the jocks. These places really are the melting pots of our country.
Well, needless to say, I got a lot of experience in the retail market. So I went away to college and became an English major, and once I graduated, I ended up in the expected place. No, not a bar, drowning my jobless sorrows. I ended up working at a bookstore. And let me just say, you get the bottom of the barrel in the way of questions at a bookstore. You know, those people that have only ever walked into a place selling books so they can pick something up for required school reading. Those people where you're slightly shocked they could read the list to figure out what three books they needed for their required reading. The dregs of society come into a bookstore at sometime or another. I once actually had this conversation with a customer:
Incompetent Customer: Excuse me, I'm looking for this one book, and I was wondering...what is Shakespeare's last name?
Me: *Incredulous look* Shakespeare...
IC: Yeah, him, what's his last name?
Me: His last name is Shakespeare.
IC: Are you sure, maybe there's another Shakespeare?
Me: *Incredulous look* Nope, just one Shakespeare.
IC: Well, I guess I'll look, but if it's not the right person, I can bring it back, right?
Me: *Nods head and walks away slowly for fear of another question*
Really. That actually happened. I swear I would have at least one conversation a day that would make me feel like my IQ dropped by a number of points. Now, there are plenty of intellectuals that come into bookstores, I enjoy helping those people, or people who want to find good books for their kids...but ohhh the rest of them. I mean, being asked about that "one book that's about that old dude and he's in a boat with a fish or something." Yes...they did mean The Old Man and the Sea. The person who used this line, had actually just finished reading the book in class, and wanted the cliff notes as they didn't really "get" the book. I never would have guessed. Shocking really.
But within retail, I've discovered that, beyond your average, fairly competent and decently polite person, there are several types of customers you will run into while at a bookstore (or while working at one).
One of the ones that I think pops up in the South more than anywhere else (though I'm not saying we have the market cornered on these), is the Religious Reader. These people are the ones that want to tell you the beauty of their religion as soon as you bring them to their book, regardless of it's in New Age or Christian Fiction. They also are the ones to become offended the easiest. I once had a man come in and ask for our religion section. I asked him if he meant general religion, Christian living/fiction, or New Age. Evidently this was not a proper question to ask, as I was lectured for a solid ten minutes on how "Of course" he meant Christianity because all other religions are...well, I'll clean up what he said, and just say he thought they were wrong. I've also had customers that wanted to know why I never read books like The Secret, and would then tell me how these books have indeed changed their lives, at which point I start desperately looking around for the heaviest book I can find to drop on my head, causing, hopefully, hearing loss, or at least enough of an injury to excuse me from their presence.
The next customer type we got plenty of were the Know It Alls. These people know exactly what book they want and where it should be and think you obviously have the IQ of a small electrical appliance for not immediately recognizing the name of the obscure french play they need for their class on how to be a misanthrope. Really, everyone who doesn't know the social ramifications for Sir Whoseit's book truly have no reason to be alive. They are obviously incompetent.
These people, while annoying, are not nearly as bad as the MUST KNOW NOW shopper. These people tend to think that you should know the title and location of every book in the store and God Forbid that the one copy in the store was sold earlier that day and the computer hasn't updated the quantity. They don't care that it really isn't in the store...They want their Damn book NOW! And Heaven Help you if you actually bother to spend ten minutes looking for said book on the off chance that there might be a rogue copy lingering around just to make you look like an idiot when it's found...you obviously are just waisting this persons time, and you look like an idiot anyways.
That group is really a more of a rabid off-shoot of the ever popular Last Minute Student. These are the teens, college students, or parents who come in the day they're suppose to start reading the newest book for class. These people really have no concept that the teacher might not have called the book store and told us that we need to be sure we have eleventy billion copies of Cold Sassy Tree so that every student can have one. When that parent shows up and you don't have any copies of that book left...may God have mercy on your soul...as no one can bitch, moan, and complain, as well as someone on the verge of an assignment. Especially parents, who are already pissed that their child/wildebeest didn't mention before ten minutes ago that they had to have the entirety of War and Peace read the next day, and must have a thirty minute presentation complete with props ready. I mean, that's totally my fault, right? Right?
Now, I love kids as much as the next person, but teens are always a little harder to work with. I mean, what says difficult like someone who hates authority for authority's sake? Now, I was one of those kids (I, surprisingly, never got suspended, but I was a smart ass through and through), so I can't hate too much, but the Manga Kids, for some reason, just really got under my skin. I once said, "Oh yeah, I'll show you where our Manga's at" pronouncing Manga "Maine-ga". Only to have a girl who I could crush by sitting on her, and who was currently having an obvious rebellion against personal hygiene, tell me "It's pronounced Mah-n-ga." And roll her eyes at me. I wanted to stab her with her eyeliner. Really Emo child? Really? Mah-n-ga kids also have no qualms about reading an entire series of books while sitting in the middle of an aisle...just thinking about this makes me want to get out my eyeliner to use as a weapon... or maybe I'll just use soap.
The group known as Sitters were obviously some off-shoot of Manga Kids when they were little, as these are the people who will walk around the entire book store, gathering books, like some sort of literary squirrel, and then they'll find a chair to camp out in...where they proceed to read Every Single Book they picked up. Or read through them. Or maybe just glance at them before they put them on the floor. And before you know it, this person has a small fort built around them in books. Now, while this is annoying to some degree, it would be forgivable, if it wasn't for the fact that these people LEAVE the books by their chair when they get up...obviously not purchasing a one. I mean, really!? What type of house were you raised in? I mean, it's one thing to leave a mess at home, but do I come by your work and take all of the napkins and condiments out and leave them on the counter of the Burger King you work at? No, I don't. Because I have some semblance of respect for my fellow man. I think there is a special level of hell reserved for people who do this right before the store closes. Really...they'll be rocking out with Hitler and Ivan the Terrible before they know it. And by rocking out, I mean hopefully being painfully tortured...maybe in a bookstore.
The last of the types I found, are the ones that started this whole rant and process of defining...that would be the Incompetent Mouth Breather. If you've ever worked in retail, you can spot one of these from a mile away. These are the people who don't understand the concept of a coupon that says "Cannot be used with any other offer" means that, no, they can't use the coupon with the three other coupons they've been hoarding for this specific moment, especially considering that the other coupons have already expired. These are the people that think when you pull the book Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank out of the autobiography section, you are pulling the wrong book, and they think that the Anne Frank Diary is different, and how stupid can you be not to know this. These are the people who ask Shakespeare's and Hitler's last names. These are the people you dread your child will turn into one day. And while later, these will be the ones whose questions will provide hours of entertainment and years of quotable material, when you are actually working with them, they make you want to punch things. Usually them. Hard.
So those are some of my observation from working in a book store. The place where the intellectuals mingle with those who struggle to tie their shoes, where the emo kids mix with the jocks. These places really are the melting pots of our country.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Southernisms.
So anyone who's been in the South for any considerable length of time know three things:
1. That if you order tea and say nothing else, you WILL be receiving sweet iced tea. Just go with it.
2. Southerners tend to be very proud of the South, for most, that just means the slow pace of life and the very friendly neighborhood type of vibe. People can get slightly rabid about their love and dedication for being a Southerner.
and
3. Language can sometimes be a barrier.
Now I know that there are tons of dialects and accents all over the U.S., but the South, to me, has more sayings, slang words, and superstitions connected to it than any other part of the country. And we're completely unashamed of our sayings...in fact, most Southerners I know Love explaining them.
Such as "Bless his heart." The whole thing behind the blessing of the heart, is that the Southern guilt seems to be waved and the Southern desire for gossip allowed, so long as the person you are currently bad mouthing has had their heart sufficiently blessed. Like "Bless his heart, he's dumber than a box of rocks." or "Bless her heart, she could make a whore blush." Everything works out for the best once the heart is blessed.
Another great Southernism, is "ya'nt to." This literally translates to "Would you be interested in the thing which I am currently proposing."
There's also the ever popular "yuns", meaning "You fine folk". Usually these two would be used together...as in "Yuns ya'nt to?" This should usually be followed by a resounding no...as this phrase, or "Ya'll watch this" has been known to be the last words of many a Southerner.
"Y'all" is another great Southernism, and is perhaps the best known of them all. My roommate in college, was from the North (we went to school in Charlotte North Carolina), and I vividly recall the first time she called home and used the word y'all in conversation with her mom. Hilarious. Her mom acted like she had just started swearing. Her mom has now come to accept that her daughter has become a Southerner slowly but surely. It's always best to accept the inevitable.
Well that's all I have for today.
So long y'all.
1. That if you order tea and say nothing else, you WILL be receiving sweet iced tea. Just go with it.
2. Southerners tend to be very proud of the South, for most, that just means the slow pace of life and the very friendly neighborhood type of vibe. People can get slightly rabid about their love and dedication for being a Southerner.
and
3. Language can sometimes be a barrier.
Now I know that there are tons of dialects and accents all over the U.S., but the South, to me, has more sayings, slang words, and superstitions connected to it than any other part of the country. And we're completely unashamed of our sayings...in fact, most Southerners I know Love explaining them.
Such as "Bless his heart." The whole thing behind the blessing of the heart, is that the Southern guilt seems to be waved and the Southern desire for gossip allowed, so long as the person you are currently bad mouthing has had their heart sufficiently blessed. Like "Bless his heart, he's dumber than a box of rocks." or "Bless her heart, she could make a whore blush." Everything works out for the best once the heart is blessed.
Another great Southernism, is "ya'nt to." This literally translates to "Would you be interested in the thing which I am currently proposing."
There's also the ever popular "yuns", meaning "You fine folk". Usually these two would be used together...as in "Yuns ya'nt to?" This should usually be followed by a resounding no...as this phrase, or "Ya'll watch this" has been known to be the last words of many a Southerner.
"Y'all" is another great Southernism, and is perhaps the best known of them all. My roommate in college, was from the North (we went to school in Charlotte North Carolina), and I vividly recall the first time she called home and used the word y'all in conversation with her mom. Hilarious. Her mom acted like she had just started swearing. Her mom has now come to accept that her daughter has become a Southerner slowly but surely. It's always best to accept the inevitable.
Well that's all I have for today.
So long y'all.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Welcome to the South
So there are days when I'm incredibly happy to be living in a small Southern town. Those days include winter days that have sun, days when I order tea and it's assumed I mean iced sweet tea, and days my accent seems heavier than others (there are days where I sound like a Southern Belle, and I'm still trying to figure out why).
There are also days when I get incredibly fed up with being where I'm at. Those days include ignorance (which I know runs ramapant everywhere), people who think that a quarter of an inch of snow means they have to go at least ten miles under the speed limit, days when I feel incredibly antsy and get to choose between the bowling alley or a movie, and days when everyone seems to know your business.
But basically my life is a mixture of these days, not really heavy on one or the other...except the everyone knowing your business part...that part will haunt you. I guess it doesn't help that I grew up in this town, and my parents still live here. It makes me feel like a teenager trying to get away with something.
But mostly this is my life. (There are many like it, but this one is mine...)
So here are doses of my world, a little Southern slice of intrigue.
There are also days when I get incredibly fed up with being where I'm at. Those days include ignorance (which I know runs ramapant everywhere), people who think that a quarter of an inch of snow means they have to go at least ten miles under the speed limit, days when I feel incredibly antsy and get to choose between the bowling alley or a movie, and days when everyone seems to know your business.
But basically my life is a mixture of these days, not really heavy on one or the other...except the everyone knowing your business part...that part will haunt you. I guess it doesn't help that I grew up in this town, and my parents still live here. It makes me feel like a teenager trying to get away with something.
But mostly this is my life. (There are many like it, but this one is mine...)
So here are doses of my world, a little Southern slice of intrigue.
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