Well y'all I can not go to sleep yet. I have to wait for a car seat cover to finish washing so I can put it in the dryer. That boy was sick this week end and y'all don't want to know what ugly things went on in that car seat. The wind is howling outside and I could be using this time to clean my house but I just thought I would chew the fat a little bit. I was thinking that most of the people who follow my blog are my mom. But there may be a few of you out there who say hmm... I sure would like to know a bit more about this blogger. So let me clear a few things up and maybe tell a little about myself. First off you may wonder why I blog in this southern vernacular. I don't talk like this in every day life y'all. But it is my mother tongue. I was at Mt. Rushmore y'all. I heard some one saying "well we gonna head on back over at the hotel. What y'all want for lunch. It don't bother me none what we have" Y'all I swung my head around to get a good look because these folks were speaking my language. I am from Texas and although not every one in the great state of Texas uses bad grammar and talks like a hick some do. Add to that my father's people are from the deep south, well lets just say you got your self some back woods talking going on. And I like it. I don't use it in everyday conversation. Mercy no. But it feels comfortable to write like this. It is not just about the grammar or the dialect either. People from the south have special words for certain things and sayings that make me feel at home. My Mamaw always called hair spray hair net. She never said she was happy to see me she was always proud to see me. My uncle often yells out howdeey when he sees a loved one and instructs them to hug his neck. When asked to do something he would rather not my Dad always replied "Let's not and say we did" I love the southern dialect because it is comfort and hospitality and has such variety. It feels like home.
What else do y'all want to know about me? How about one of my pet peeves. If you go to the store and you only have one child and you use a cart with seats for two small children you will be on my last nerve. I need that cart y'all. I have two small children! You are messing up my shopping trip. Stop stealing carts you don't need. You don't either need the extra seat for you PURSE! I need it for a kid. Think people. Think. Oh sorry. I got a little carried away.
What was that? What kinds of stuff do I like? Well if y'all think I am going to say puppys and kittys and rainbow and lotions that smell good you are wrong. I like comfortable clothes. I like the way my baby's hair feels so velvety soft. I like talking on the phone with my sister for a long time. I like seeing my ex husband squirm. I like food. I like thinking I could win the publishers clearing house and thinking of all the fun things I would do with my winnings. I like the taste of grape juice because it reminds me of communion and the smell of vinegar because it reminds me of easter. I like a million other things like the way that Randy Stonehill says well, well and calls people baby in many of his songs and how if you watch Robin Williams movies he often call people cheif. I like lots of sugar in my coffee and I like the lady that gives me my coffee at McDonalds every morning. She is nice.
Well y'all it is time to put that car seat cover in the dryer. Y'all have a good night now.
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