Ya know, with today’s economy they’s gonna be a lotta people who aren’t gonna be goin on vacation. My family is one of em cause:
“If a trip ’round the world cost a dollar, I wouldn’t make it to the end of the driveway.”
There are lots of people I know in that boat these days.
Today is a big day around here. Tate turns 13. That means I have one leaving the teenage years and one entering them. He has been so excited to see this day and bounced out of bed this morning screaming through the house…”I am a TEENAGER”. Not sure what he thinks that means for him, but apparently it was very important. There will be no personalized gifts this year…he wants things like an iPod Touch, a new video card for his computer, a new XBox since his is messed up. We have moved beyond all the affordable toys and into the techy aspect of things where everything costs an arm and a leg.
I hope that you have great plans for the weekend…we will be spending the majority of it either at the karate studio getting ready for a tournament on Saturday or at the tournament on Saturday watching all of the competitors, one of which will be Tate himself.
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Ok, I am going to come clean here. I met my husband online. Many years ago when it wasn’t quite the norm. My Mom thought for sure that I was going to meet a serial killer the first time I went out to San Diego. See, I wouldn’t let him come to Hicktown. Small town, everyone knows your name and your business…can you just imagine what it would have been like? Mom really would have croaked if she had know his online screen name. It was PsychoKiller. Yes, seriously. He was/is a big gamer and that was his gaming name.
I went out to San Diego all on my own. It was kinda scary, but I knew it was what I needed to do…I knew it was right. But, a little ol’ country girl in a big city…well, the two don’t mix all that well. First off, there were some crazy people, no sweet tea to be found and everything to eat looked like chic food. No disrespect meant toward chic food, it just isn’t the norm around these parts. And the driving. Oh my word. I only thought that Atlanta was bad. When Bric put me behind the wheel and made me drive on the Interstate insanity and panic set in and it was a thousand wonders we didn’t need a San Diego auto repair to come to the rescue.
Thank goodness it was a smaller car and not some Ford F-150 that most guys drive out here in the country because there is no way in heck I could have maneuvered through that traffic in anything different. I have never had a panic attack, but that day I seriously came close. Then as I am cussin Bric like there is no tomorrow for making me drive…the check engine light comes on and I really freak out. How in the heck do these people live with that kind of stress everyday? I seriously could not live there. We go to visit Bric’s family occasionally, but that is more than enough for me. Before we married and he moved out to the mountains of Georgia he tried to convince me to move there…that was the deal breaker for me. It was either you move here or we are over, I wouldn’t survive a year.
After the crazy man on the street tried to accost me and Bric had to step in to save my life because I just knew the crazy man was gonna get me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my place was where everyone knows your name and your business. I knew that my place was where I can drive down a 2-lane road to get to the auto shop and the police department and anywhere else I want to go for that matter.
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Wedding are a huge event no matter where you live. Picking out the perfect dress, the best location, the right flowers, the perfect salon for those wedding updos. And getting the right spouse. There is a saying that we use when we see a couple that might have come from different social standings…
“He was raised on firebread and soppin’ gravy. She was raised on ham and eggs.”
Today’s standards are very different than when my grandparents and parents grew up and this is a saying that isn’t heard near as much as it was years ago. It is one of those Southernisms that is dying out and will probably be extinct before long.
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Growing up in the South, in a very traditional Southern family…you hear all kinds of stuff. Little sayings here and there that stick to yer ribs as my Daddy would say. I have heard thousands of them and continue to use many even though it used to drive me crazy when I was on the receiving end of them.
As a teenage girl, dating was the worst! The night before you had a date you put on your best under eye cream for dark circles because you knew you weren’t going to get any sleep. You laid awake all night fretting over what yer Daddy was going to do when the poor boy came to the door. I think the worst was when my Daddy was outside waiting on him. That meant that he would either have a really big axe, chopping wood or his shot gun, target practicing.
My Daddy had 3 daughters (bless his heart), so he went through the dating scene for many years. No wonder he was bald. As he listened to all of us swoon over this one or that one he would always say:
“You might think he’s the genuine article, but he ain’t got no guarantee.”
I think that can be said about a lot of things these day.
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