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dreamflowerWhen I got up this morning, I was horrified to discover I couldn't connect to the Internet. But my DH to the rescue--he called the cable company and got me hooked back up before breakfast. He's my hero!
Work today was fun--the kids were painting these little wooden sailboats that go on the wall to hang a towel or sweater from. Had seven today--not a lot of children, but enough, and most of them my regulars.
But then my assistant manager told me the DM had been in while I was gone, and the classroom wasn't cleaned up enough. It's hard to keep it that way when I only have part time hours. *blushes*
DH and I are going out for supper to Barnhill's Buffet. We had thought to take in the free Memorial Day concert this evening given by the local symphony, but after me working and him spending the day weed-eating and mowing the lawn, we're a bit too pooped for that.
My sister sent me the following, and I thought it was hilarious and would share:
Subject: BLESS YOUR HEART
>
>
>
> Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most
> awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words,
> "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if
> they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB
> on a 6-lane highway."
>
> I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling
> about her new transplanted northern friend who was upset because her
> toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent. My
> friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing
> about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this After
> all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years
> ago. Can you believe it?" said her friend, "A child of mine is going
> to be "taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss."
>
> Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the
> North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their
> friendships, and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food.
> I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find
> good bread down here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't
> like cornbread!
>
> We've already lost too much. I was raised to say "swayya," not
> swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swayya
> you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying
> something is "right much," "right close," or "right good" because
> non-natives think this is right funny indeed.
>
> I have a friend from Bawston, bless her heart, who thinks it's
> hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor
> or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am
> "fixin'" to do something. And, bless their hearts, they don't even
> know where "over yonder" is, or what "I reckon" means!
>
> My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she
> can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."
>
> Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:
> 1. Drinking straight out of a can.
> 2. Not sending thank you notes.
> 3. Velvet after February.
> 4. White shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day
>
> Southern girls always say:
> 1. "Yes, ma'am."
> 2. "Yes, sir."
>
> Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:
> 1. "Y'all come back now, ya heaah."
> 2. "Well, bless your heart."
> 3. "Drop by when you can."
> 4. "How's your mama?"
> 5. "Love your hair."
>
> Southern girls know their three R's:
> 1. Rich
> 2. Richer
> 3. Richest
>
> Southern girls know everybody's first name:
> 1. Honey
> 2. Darlin'
> 3. Shugah
(And "Sweetie" and "Shug" and "Dear")
>
> Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:
> 1. "Gone With the Wind"
> 2. "Fried Green Tomatoes"
> 3. "Driving Miss Daisy"
> 4. "Steel Magnolias"
>
> Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
> 1. Hotlanta or Adlanna (Atlanta as outsiders say)
> 2. Richmon
> 3. Challston
> 4. S'vannah
> 5. Birminham
> 6. Nawlins'
> 7. Oh! and that city in Alabama ? It's pronounced MUNTGUMRY!
(And I might add: it's "Gulfport" not "golfport" and it's "Buh-lux-i *not* "Bi-locks-i" and it's "Pass Chris-CHAN" *not* "Pass Christian"--even if it's spelled that way--and "Gautier" is pronounced "Go-SHAY" but "Saucier" is pronounced "SO-sher". So there!)
>
> Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
> 1. Bad hair
> 2. Bad manners
> 3. Bad blind dates
>
> G.R.I.T.S. = Girls Raised in The South!
>
> Now you run along, Shugah, and send this to someone else Raised In
> The South, i.e., Southern Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be
> GRITS. Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts".
>
> That reminds me. I have a rubber stamp that says "Just because your
> children were born in the South does not make them Southerners.
> After all, if a cat had kittens in the oven, that wouldn't make them
> biscuits."
>
> Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.
>
Work today was fun--the kids were painting these little wooden sailboats that go on the wall to hang a towel or sweater from. Had seven today--not a lot of children, but enough, and most of them my regulars.
But then my assistant manager told me the DM had been in while I was gone, and the classroom wasn't cleaned up enough. It's hard to keep it that way when I only have part time hours. *blushes*
DH and I are going out for supper to Barnhill's Buffet. We had thought to take in the free Memorial Day concert this evening given by the local symphony, but after me working and him spending the day weed-eating and mowing the lawn, we're a bit too pooped for that.
My sister sent me the following, and I thought it was hilarious and would share:
Subject: BLESS YOUR HEART
>
>
>
> Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most
> awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words,
> "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if
> they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB
> on a 6-lane highway."
>
> I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling
> about her new transplanted northern friend who was upset because her
> toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent. My
> friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing
> about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this After
> all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years
> ago. Can you believe it?" said her friend, "A child of mine is going
> to be "taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss."
>
> Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the
> North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their
> friendships, and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food.
> I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find
> good bread down here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't
> like cornbread!
>
> We've already lost too much. I was raised to say "swayya," not
> swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swayya
> you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying
> something is "right much," "right close," or "right good" because
> non-natives think this is right funny indeed.
>
> I have a friend from Bawston, bless her heart, who thinks it's
> hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor
> or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am
> "fixin'" to do something. And, bless their hearts, they don't even
> know where "over yonder" is, or what "I reckon" means!
>
> My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she
> can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."
>
> Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:
> 1. Drinking straight out of a can.
> 2. Not sending thank you notes.
> 3. Velvet after February.
> 4. White shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day
>
> Southern girls always say:
> 1. "Yes, ma'am."
> 2. "Yes, sir."
>
> Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:
> 1. "Y'all come back now, ya heaah."
> 2. "Well, bless your heart."
> 3. "Drop by when you can."
> 4. "How's your mama?"
> 5. "Love your hair."
>
> Southern girls know their three R's:
> 1. Rich
> 2. Richer
> 3. Richest
>
> Southern girls know everybody's first name:
> 1. Honey
> 2. Darlin'
> 3. Shugah
(And "Sweetie" and "Shug" and "Dear")
>
> Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:
> 1. "Gone With the Wind"
> 2. "Fried Green Tomatoes"
> 3. "Driving Miss Daisy"
> 4. "Steel Magnolias"
>
> Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
> 1. Hotlanta or Adlanna (Atlanta as outsiders say)
> 2. Richmon
> 3. Challston
> 4. S'vannah
> 5. Birminham
> 6. Nawlins'
> 7. Oh! and that city in Alabama ? It's pronounced MUNTGUMRY!
(And I might add: it's "Gulfport" not "golfport" and it's "Buh-lux-i *not* "Bi-locks-i" and it's "Pass Chris-CHAN" *not* "Pass Christian"--even if it's spelled that way--and "Gautier" is pronounced "Go-SHAY" but "Saucier" is pronounced "SO-sher". So there!)
>
> Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
> 1. Bad hair
> 2. Bad manners
> 3. Bad blind dates
>
> G.R.I.T.S. = Girls Raised in The South!
>
> Now you run along, Shugah, and send this to someone else Raised In
> The South, i.e., Southern Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be
> GRITS. Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts".
>
> That reminds me. I have a rubber stamp that says "Just because your
> children were born in the South does not make them Southerners.
> After all, if a cat had kittens in the oven, that wouldn't make them
> biscuits."
>
> Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.
>