Hi ya'll!
I was born in New Jersey, raised in Chicago, then I moved to California, Virginia, New York and now I'm stuck in Gogia. Wherever I go, people ask me where I'm from. When I lived in California, people said I sounded like I was from the Bronx. I tried to find socks in a Mervyns and they kept thinking that I was saying sacks. That was bad enough until I charged it to my aunt who was named Sachs.
When I moved down here, I needed guitar strings and asked a lady if she knew where there was a guitar shop. She gave me directions to Firestone thinking that I needed a "gud tar shop". There's a guy that I speak to up north who keeps making fun of the way I talk now...he thinks I'm all southern and the southern people call me...not just a yankee but a "damn yankee". (A damn yankee is a yankee who comes down here and stays.)
I MAY have a bit of a southern accent but I've maintained my grammar quite well which is more than I can say for yankee boy. Although it's in the dictionary as a word used only for "humor or effect", "ain't" ain't acceptable.
One day my son said he was "fixing" to go out...I told him he had better fix his grammar before he went back to Chicago or someone would be "cruising to bruse him". When we first moved to Chicago, I was kneehigh to a butterfly and the other kids made fun of my barefoot self so badly that to this day I even wear shoes in the house. I put them on when I get dressed in the morning and take them off when I go to bed.
It's amazing how people all make fun of some neighboring state. In Chicago we made fun of the Cheeseheads, in California they made fun of the folks in Oregon. In Virginia, of course they had West Virginia. New York had New Jersey and Georgia has any number of options...which is odd considering that Georgia itself is in Georgia.
Even in Europe, the Brits made fun of the Welsh so we don't have a monopoly on neighbor baiting. As a nation, we have Canada and Mexico. We're all humans and yet we all find a way to make ourselves feel superior to someone else. Interesting isn't it?
My grandmother told me once that people liked to hate those who were different from them. I asked her why God made people different and she told me that He did that so that his "garden of people would be more beautiful". That was such a nice thing to teach a kid. She taught me that because she caught me making a swastika out of pipe cleaners. I didn't know what it was, I had just seen it on a book.
Grandmothers are pretty wise, I wish I had one left. Mine have all died. Of course, I'm next in line for the death thing. I figured out that the "big table" is just a death launching pad after watching the person at the head of that sucker die every few years. My father is up to bat and I'm on deck. So, I guess I AM grandma...I had better wise up pretty damn soon.
Well, I think I'm gonna call yankee boy so I can make fun of him a bit...it's a nasty job but somebody's GOT to do it. If he feels badly about it he can always find someone in Pennsylvania to pick on.
OK...I'm outta here!
Ciao!
Meg
I was born in New Jersey, raised in Chicago, then I moved to California, Virginia, New York and now I'm stuck in Gogia. Wherever I go, people ask me where I'm from. When I lived in California, people said I sounded like I was from the Bronx. I tried to find socks in a Mervyns and they kept thinking that I was saying sacks. That was bad enough until I charged it to my aunt who was named Sachs.
When I moved down here, I needed guitar strings and asked a lady if she knew where there was a guitar shop. She gave me directions to Firestone thinking that I needed a "gud tar shop". There's a guy that I speak to up north who keeps making fun of the way I talk now...he thinks I'm all southern and the southern people call me...not just a yankee but a "damn yankee". (A damn yankee is a yankee who comes down here and stays.)
I MAY have a bit of a southern accent but I've maintained my grammar quite well which is more than I can say for yankee boy. Although it's in the dictionary as a word used only for "humor or effect", "ain't" ain't acceptable.
One day my son said he was "fixing" to go out...I told him he had better fix his grammar before he went back to Chicago or someone would be "cruising to bruse him". When we first moved to Chicago, I was kneehigh to a butterfly and the other kids made fun of my barefoot self so badly that to this day I even wear shoes in the house. I put them on when I get dressed in the morning and take them off when I go to bed.
It's amazing how people all make fun of some neighboring state. In Chicago we made fun of the Cheeseheads, in California they made fun of the folks in Oregon. In Virginia, of course they had West Virginia. New York had New Jersey and Georgia has any number of options...which is odd considering that Georgia itself is in Georgia.
Even in Europe, the Brits made fun of the Welsh so we don't have a monopoly on neighbor baiting. As a nation, we have Canada and Mexico. We're all humans and yet we all find a way to make ourselves feel superior to someone else. Interesting isn't it?
My grandmother told me once that people liked to hate those who were different from them. I asked her why God made people different and she told me that He did that so that his "garden of people would be more beautiful". That was such a nice thing to teach a kid. She taught me that because she caught me making a swastika out of pipe cleaners. I didn't know what it was, I had just seen it on a book.
Grandmothers are pretty wise, I wish I had one left. Mine have all died. Of course, I'm next in line for the death thing. I figured out that the "big table" is just a death launching pad after watching the person at the head of that sucker die every few years. My father is up to bat and I'm on deck. So, I guess I AM grandma...I had better wise up pretty damn soon.
Well, I think I'm gonna call yankee boy so I can make fun of him a bit...it's a nasty job but somebody's GOT to do it. If he feels badly about it he can always find someone in Pennsylvania to pick on.
OK...I'm outta here!
Ciao!
Meg
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