Southern girls can teach anyone to flirt!
Slowly lower your eyelashes
Listen carefully to everything he says
Speak r-e-a-l slow

  Music: Dixie (of course)

Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
Bad hair
Bad manners
Bad blind dates

and

Southern Girls know bad manners when they see them:
Drinking straight out of a beer can
Not sending thank you notes
Walking down the street with a lighted cigarette
Velvet after February
White shoes before Easter or after Labor Day

I can't believe I almost forgot one of the things that matters most to me....my Southern Pride! I got my inspiration for this page from my friend, Darla.

Southern girls know that men may come and go,
but best friends are forevah

Darla's Southern Pride

My Great Great Grandfather was one of the last surviving Confederate soldiers. Before he died, the President (not Clinton!) flew him and the other remaining soldiers to Washington, DC for a special ceremony.

In tracing back our family, I was shocked to find out that there were slave owners in my family.    But, there were also dirt poor farmers, carpenters, blacksmiths, a few looneys, and I'm sure even a few criminals here and there.   I guess in every family, there are ancestors we wish had been different.......yet there is nothing we can do to change the past.... we can only work to better the future......

When I look at the Confederate flag flying, my heart stirs in remembrance of my ancestors who worked long, hard days, crossed forests, rivers, and prairies, and fought in every war this Country has ever known.....I dream of days when men were gentlemen and women were ladies...when gentility and good manners prevailed in civilized societies....and people left their "calling cards" when they dropped in for a visit...when families opened their doors to friends and relatives and their visits were always "too short".

I got to travel once through the State of Virginia. I looked forward to it for so long because I have always had this fascination with the Civil War....but ya know what? When I traveled through it, it depressed me. Everywhere I looked, was a tribute to DEATH. With every beautiful, lucious hillside I viewed, I could almost envision the battles being fought there, the lives that were lost, the blood that was shed. In my mind's eyes, I saw the wounded from both sides.

People will always argue over what the true reason for that war was.....Southerners believe it was a war over States rights....Northerners believe it was a war to keep slavery.... I believe it was a war that ripped our nation....and the lifes of it's people...apart. We may never fight against each other in an out-and-out war such as this was, but we fight against each other everyday when we shut our hearts, minds, and souls against others who are "different" than us....whether it be from skin color, ethnic heritage, religion, or social class...

I do NOT take pride in the Civil War...but I DO still love my Southern Heritage. There IS a big difference.

Unless you have felt the stirring of this Souther Pride in your heart and soul, you cannot understand this love that Southerner's have for our heritage....

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A Personal Opinion:

One thing that bothers me a lot, though, are people who move to the South and then proceed to tell us everything that is wrong with it...and why it oughta be "just like it was back home".     If you feel that way, why did you move here?     I read somewhere that Yankees are like hemorroids, they come down, become a pain in the butt and you can't get them to go back up.

Now, I can honestly say that I do NOT feel that way... some of my best friends are yankees..LOL... but....how often do you hear about folks from the South moving up North and trying to convert them to "Southern-ism"? So, ......

and thank goodness for free speech online!