Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Hush Yo' Mouth

Perks of dating a Northern Gentleman (sometimes known as a “Yankee”, but he’s better than that): he holds the door for me, doesn’t flinch when asked to hold my purse for a minute, and he is in love with Jesus, sweet tea, home-cooking, and Southern Summers.

Non-Perks: He makes fun of me for complaining about the cold in the winter (Like, 5 degrees Fahrenheit one night, y’all), and he doesn’t understand me half the time I’m speaking.

I’ve discovered that, though my Southern Accent isn’t very strong thanks to living in a large metropolitan area, I am easily able to toss in most Southern phrases without thinking about it. I didn’t even realize that half of my vocabulary was made up of these phrases until I started dating The Gentleman.

For example, I was describing an evening in which, while playing a game at a friend’s farm, I ran, “full tilt” into some tractor equipment. The Gentleman, bless his heart, looked at me with concern written on his face and asked me to repeat the statement. “You know, ‘full tilt’ as in, ‘full speed’.” “But then why didn’t you just say, ‘full speed’?” “Because that’s not what I meant. I meant, ‘full tilt’!” “But you could have just said, ‘full speed’…….” And on and on we went.

I’m curious though – has anyone else had the problem of communication mishaps with people not from this neck of the woods? And what’s the strangest Southernism you’ve heard?

Summertime 2014

Freshman year of college is (finally!) out of the way and I've got a little time on my hands to sit down and write now.

This summer, I am so blessed to be living with a close relative helping take care of her house during the day. Ironically, the thing I missed most during the school year and living in a dorm was the normalcy of being in a running household. I missed cooking and cleaning and having people I love walking in and out all day. I missed calm and quiet devotionals as I eat my breakfast in the mornings, and hectic afternoons getting ready for someone else’s event.

Frankly, I’m excited to see what this strange summer will bring. I've got vague ideas, but what will actually happen is out of my control – for that I am so grateful. If it were up to me, lots of things would happen and they would be amazing. If I plan things out too much I will miss out on the everyday miracles, surprises, blessings and lessons that He has to offer. Simply living in the here and now allows you to bloom where you’re planted by the Master Gardener, not where you've scattered your time and energies. 

*Not a real Name of God, but I like it; work with me, folks.

Work hard, play hard, live fully.