| Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a six lane highway." Or, "Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple through a picket fence." And if you can smile sweetly when you say it, that is even better. There are also the sneakier ones: "You know, it's amazing that even though she had that baby 7 months after they got married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds!" As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't be all that bad. I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling me about her new Northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent. My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years ago. "Can you believe it?" said my friend. "A child of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin' liiiike thiiiissss." Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here. The ones who really gore my ox are the native southerners who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech. We've already lost too much. I was raised to swan, not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I'll swan you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much"; "right close"or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed. I have a friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin" to do something. My personal favorite was uttered by my aunt who said, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home." To those of you who're still a little embarrassed by your Southernness: take a dose of G.R.I.T.S (that's Girls Raised In The South) and call me in the morning. Bless your heart! And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernese as a second language! And I'm Gonna Teach em'. Love ya and "Bless Your Heart" Glen, (CCsLilSis) Bye Bye, Y'all! |
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| A Lil Note From LilSis: There is a reason why the picket fence statement is underlined. As much as I hate to admit any faults I may have (Grin), I do have an overbite. OK, heck I got Buckteeth. And my Big Sis CC used to always lay that line on me. Soon as I find somethin' wrong with her, although she's 60 somethin' now and I can't find a darn thing, she'll get hers. Bless Her Heart. |
| Southern & Cowboy 10 Commandments (1) Just One God. (2) Honor yer Ma & Pa. (3) No tellin' tales or gossipin'. (4) Git yerself to Sunday Meetin'. (5) Put nothin' before God. (6) No foolin' around with another feller's Gal. (7) No Killin'. (8) Watch yer Mouth. (9) Don't take what ain't yers. (10) Don't be hankerin' for yer Buddy's Stuff. |
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