So last night was one of the first nights I really felt the miles between here and home. I was feeling pretty home sick - I didn't think it would bother me at all being in such beautiful surroundings working at such a great company - but I guess it does. Sorry mom, but apparently if you are born and raised somewhere and live there for 30 years, no matter how great or how bad it is, it's home. I guess I'm just a "GRITS" at heart ("girls raised in the south" - ala the bumper sticker that says "I love GRITS"). I've even found myself leaning on the girl from Florida as the only other southerner around (despite the fact that Floridians are just geographically confused yanks), and even worse reminiscing about Hewitt with a coworker who worked out in the Woodlands for 9 years. Now you know that's desperate!!
I would have never guessed how much I miss rednecks, jacked-up pick-em-up trucks, and all of the local jargon. I realized yesterday that it's been over a month since I've even seen a rebel flag and I made the mistake of mentioning that to someone in a meeting when I was immediately attacked by daggers shot at me from all around the room. Apparently if you ever need a way to shut up a room of washingtonians you just mention the rebel flag. I mean seriously people - it's just a symbol and you are all privileged whities so no need to be offended. I then mentioned to someone else that I haven't seen anybody wearing a single article of camo (besides the socks I was wearing yesterday) and they answered me in all seriousness that "over in eastern washington you'll find more hunters but the terrain is probably different so it will probably look a little different than what you are used to". I laughed at the idea of him only associating camos with hunters. Silly Seattlites - camo is for everyone, not just hunters! I mean sure the ugly "real tree" camos that DJ wears - well those can be reserved for animal killing trips but not the "good camo"! I swear I never imagined that moving north would make me more of a southerner than actually living there did. I actually wish my accent were stronger now!! Who knew.
Miss you all,
your southern belle e.
(ok well maybe not as refined as a belle, but at least a southern girl)
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AHAH! You admitted it! You ARE your brothers' sister! What did you expect?!!! We all knew you were a GRITS BELLE down deep. You are finally out of the closet!!!
Check your email!!
Love and miss you,
your favorite webfoot
Check out the almost full moon! We're looking up at it too!! Gotta go check out the latest Cabella's!!
Hey Peach,
Just wanted to encourage you to REALLY pour on the GA accent when at work! How dare they not know about camo and pickups!!!!Pls tell them that you are a "frog-gigger" most weekend nights. I bet that will get a reaction! Love the picture show and TJ really loved his post card.
{Modified Lyrics}
Well this life that I’ve lead has took me everywhere
There ain’t no place I ain’t never gone
But its kind of like the saying that you heard so many times
Well there just ain’t no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
And lord I can’t make any changes
All I can do is write ‘em in a blog
I can see the concrete slowly creepin’
Lord take me and mine before that comes
Do you like to see a mountain stream a-flowin’
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog
Did you ever stop to think about, well, the air your breathin’
Well you better read my blog
And lord I can’t make any changes
All I can do is write ‘em in a blog
I can see the concrete slowly creepin’
Lord take me and mine before that comes
I’m not tryin’ to put down no big cities
But the things they write about us is just a bore
Well you can take a girl out of ol dixieland
But you’ll never take ol dixie from a girl
And lord I can’t make any changes
All I can do is write ‘em in a blog
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