I got tagged by Larissa and nowheymama for basically the same meme, (although poor Larissa tagged me like 100 years ago) so I thought I would combine them and do another 6 random things post!
1. I am a transplanted Northerner. I occasionally say y’all but not as much as I do on this blog. I’ve also been known to say “fixin’ to” and I’m ashamed of myself when those words come out of my mouth. While I generally don’t have an accent anymore, it does still come out when I say “Fort Lauderdale.” I just can’t seem to make my mouth get past that AW sound in the middle. Fourt LAW-da-dale.
2. Sugar makes my mouth taste furry. So I generally avoid very sweet things, like sugar in tea or chocolate bars. Whipped cream, on the other hand, is manna from heaven.
3. Last Monday, I ate two BLTs … one at noon, for lunch, and another about an hour later because the first was so good. I repeated the experience on Wednesday after buying a new tomato. We use Duke’s mayo, which I think is a Southern thing. How did I ever live without Duke’s mayo?
4. I am a list maker, If I get more than one idea in my head, I tend to lose it. Lists keep me sane and whole. I tend to leave pads of paper and pens everywhere so I can start a list whenever the mood strikes me.
5. I love playing games and I am very competitive. It’s pleasurable for me to spend an hour working on a crossword, doing the Jumble, or figuring out the Sudoku. That way, no one gets hurt by my fierce need to win at everything. For I become rather cross when I get my ass handed to me.
6. I’ve never been to a baseball game. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. I don’t understand the allure of baseball. It seems so … boring to me. Even watching the highlights on ESPN is boring. Oh look, another guy hit the ball. Ho hum. The only time I ever got excited about baseball was in 1996, when the Braves and Yankee were in the World Series. I was at school in Athens and derived GREAT JOY in rooting for the Yankees, even though I had NO REAL affection for either team, let alone the entire sport.
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In the past month, two of my lovely readers bestowed awards on little ole’ me! So a big shout out THANK YOU to Jenni and Bonbon for sharing the love. (I think I’m supposed to pass it on, but I am lazy and uncreative. And also? Pregnant! Pregnancy card! WOO!)
October 13, 2008 at 4:56 am
Nothing wrong with fixin’ to. Favorite southern phrase ever.
October 13, 2008 at 5:04 am
I’m also a fan of “might could.” But then, I lived in the South for 10 years and am married to a Southern man.
Also, BLTs. Mmm…. I want one right now. For breakfast.
October 13, 2008 at 7:17 am
My favorite southern term, spoken by a fellow northerner, is “all y’all”. Da BOMB!
October 13, 2008 at 10:44 am
ok, i haven’t had lunch yet (whimper!) and now want a blt SO EFFIN BAD. yummmmm.
and! i love sudoku etc, for very much the same reason… i don’t have to throw a fit if i lose to someone else
and and! am SO WITH YOU on baseball. i mean, i like sports! if they’re INTERESTING sports, like football or basketball, or ANYTHING BUT BORING BASEBALL. i like going to games live, but even then it’s more cause it’s fun to drink in the sun and eat hot dogs.
October 13, 2008 at 1:25 pm
You’re so damn cute.
October 13, 2008 at 5:17 pm
I’ve never lived in the South and I use “fixin’ to” and “ya’ll” all the time. I’m convinced that it’s because I worked in a resort and the clientèle was from Texas and the South and I picked up their accent. I’m going with that.
Lists? OH MY GOD… I’m a list maker. It takes no fewer than 2 lists for me to get through any day. No listy equals no remembery.
I hate basketball. I don’t get it. BORING.
MMMMM… now I need a blt.
October 14, 2008 at 7:41 am
I spent 2 days in Muscogee County and came away with a strong drawl. I STILL say “y’all” and that was 21 years ago!
I suffer from CRS (can’t remember….stuff) so I have to write it all down. Then I lose my lists. Go figure.
Baseball=boring. Just sayin’.
October 14, 2008 at 9:24 am
i live in VA for 1.5 years, so I think I earned the right to say y’all from time to time