Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A Little Bit of Warmth During the Cold

I posted some warm weather photos just because it's been sooooo cold and desolate feeling lately. Ah, January, sorry you are such a rough month. Anyway, here are some of my favorite warm and fuzzy photos from 2007. Enjoy.

Hi Ya'll

There was a time not too long ago that I tried to overcome my southern roots. Proud that I was born "up north" and spent all of a few weeks there before my family moved back to good ol' Arkansas. I took two different foreign languages in high school which helped neutralize my accent. After moving from central Ar to NWA, things have changed.

I feel safe in declaring NWA as somewhat snobby since I've lived here over eight years. What do I mean by snobby? As soon as you get on 540, you enter a new land. When I visit "back home" it very common to pass a complete stranger on the highway and that stranger will wave back. Not here. That's one of the things I miss most...just that friendly exchange. I go walking with the boys, and I wave at the cars but no one waves at me. And then I just feel rejected and rotten. Now T has started waving and asking why they don't wave. The level of agitation I have determines the explanation he gets.

Another bit of snobbery is that when merging into traffic, people DO NOT move over for you. Why can't they be nice? When I go home, I go on and off 40 at Conway. People always move over. Thank you Conwayans! (or whatever you are called)

There are not as many ma'am's or sir's being uttered up here. I love me some good southern politeness. Where did that Mason-Dixon line cross, are you sure it didn't cut through the top of Arkansas?!!?

Well, I will not be bound...I will continue to wave. Maybe it will make someone's day. I just know that my accent is here and it's staying. (Especially when I say long "i's") I'll move over for on coming traffic even if my fellow NWArkansans don't appreciate it. My kids and I will say our ma'ams and sirs. I'm embracing me and my southern-ness. I am a good hearted southern girl who likes to drive down the road waving at people as if there my long lost cousin. (It is the south, you know) I have a whole long list of snobby agitations these are just my top few. And just to prove that I'm really a southern country girl: this summer a friend of mine lived temporarily in the middle of nowhere with no street signs, light poles or paved roads. My question to her was, "Is it strange that I feel so at home coming to see you?" That's right, so let me describe myself just in case you didn't get it, I'm a good hearted souhthern girl who loves my family, my Lord, lazy afternoons and good conversation. Don't feel intimidated, I'll greet with a smile and a, "Hi, Ya'll!"

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Conversations of Children

On the way home after lunch with Uncle D
T: Momma, when is it going to snow again.

Me: I don't know, Tristan, I really don't want it to snow. Life get complicated when it snows.

T: Maybe Jack Frost is asleep in the clouds, and he will wake up tomorrow after he gets his rest. And then he will make it snow in our town. Will that be a good idea, Momma?!

On the way to Grandma and Poo-Pah's (long drive with lots of cows)
X: Tristan look cows.

T: I see Alex.
(15minutes later)
X: Tristan look cows.

T: I know, Alex, there are cows everywhere.

X: Ya, cows are funny, huh, Tristan. Cows are funny.

T and X: giggles abound

Proud Momma of Politically Incorrect Children

I love my kids, not only love them, but I am so proud of the little people they are and the big people they will be.

Christmas has come and gone, and T really enjoyed it. Even with being couped up with illnesses, he had a blast. Tristan went with me to WM, McD's and the pharmacy (several pharmacy drive thru runs) and at each place he would ask me to get the cashier's attention so that he could say something. The cashier would look at him with a tad of annoyance in his or her face and then T would say, "Merry Christmas!" with his face rosy, hand waving and a big smile. Immediately the cashier's face would change and they would reciprocate the wish. In one instance the pharmacy cashier went and got the boys some cookies and candy and sent it thru the drive thru. She said "Merry Christmas" five times back to us and where her face had been gloomy before, it changed into a shining smile!

Amazing, 5 year olds do not know how to be politically correct, and I am so glad for that. I know that Tristan brought joy to each of their days. We could take a lesson from the candid, genuine love and knowledge children have and are not afraid to share with everyone.