On a lighter note...

Hello my bloggy friends,

Today's topic is a drastic departure from yesterday's introspection! I've come to realize that I am...

drumroll please...

a....

Southerner!

Yep! I've succumbed to the southern way of life. And, I kinda like it.

I know I'm a southerner because:

• I always do my hair before I leave the house, always -- no more carefree ponytails for me.
• The place I get my hair done is amazingly reminiscent of Steel Magnolias. Seriously, when I get my hair done (or "did"), we always end up in the kitchen area chatting about everything under the sun. I know everyone there by name. AND I frequently gab with my friends as they get their hair done. And I love it!
• Boberry biscuits.
• I don't complain about the humidity, I just carry some makeup to cover the shine when needed.
• I say "y'all" -- really.
• I also say "hun," "sug'," and "sweetie." Often.
• If you don't know how to pronounce "sug'" you are not a southerner.
• I make chicken and pastry instead of chicken and noodles... It's the same thing, y'all.
• I'm not surprised when businesses are closed on Sunday. :)
• I don't drink "pop" anymore. I do drink "soda." Sometimes. 
• Sometimes I drink sweet tea instead.
• I wear jewelry with everything. Even t-shirts and shorts.
• Some of my jewelry is big and chunky. 
• Our house is beachy.
• We have a giant front porch with rockers. 
• And we actually use them!
• I know what a pig pickin' is. 
• I like pig pickin's.
• We go to covered dish dinners. Not pot luck. 

Carolina is my home sweet home!

God bless, y'all!