Bama Belle, Southern Charm or Faker
I am a true Southern Girl. I am a true ‘Bama Girl. I’m not sure that the word “Belle” or “Charm” either one represent me but I sure hope the word “faker” doesn’t come to mind to. Because, I mean, really ya’ll….that’s wrong.
How could it be that I can get a good laugh from anyone outside of the South? I can throw around slang with the best of them…see…
“….I don’t now him from Adam’s house cat….”
“…I walked to school up hill both ways in the snow with a half-full bucket of syrup and a half eaten biscuit…”
“…..how much you like?” (This one may need translation. The real word is lack. Like = lack)
And, most people who meet me are taken aback by my lack (not like in this sentence) of grammar. I say “lack of grammar” because my grammar is not just bad, it basically doesn’t exist. I try to type just like I talk for many reasons but I do have the ability to write with proper grammar.
I just don’t choose to use it often.
I am too nice for my own good. If there is such a thing as Karma……I practice it often but she seems to be pretty pissed at me.
Treat others the way you would like to be treated.
But finally, I am the most transparent blogger I know. I use nicknames for my kids but generally I do that because it fits the situation. Our real names are everywhere so I make no efforts to hide from anyone.
Transparent = Jerri Ann Reason
So you can surely understand how hearing that I “try” to talk like I am not from the south is painful. I think when I was much younger I might have done that but I thought I was embracing my southern roots.
Honestly, I left a store the other day and my receipt was cut off because the printer ran out of paper. As I headed out the door, I heard someone say…..
“It’s ok. It ain’t got nuttin’ on it that matters”
Oh my, and it was me!
