Friday, February 09, 2007
Twing, twang, twung
And there was even chocolate gravy on the breakfast buffet at the cafe in Sallisaw yesterday.
I'll swan! If there was a place where an erudite redneck might could make a living, I'd move back home!
DH and I spent a week in Harrison, Arkansas several years back. It took awhile for the twang to wear off of me when we got back home. :)
getting hugs from all my dearest friends. Was like going back in time, 25 yrs.
I don't know if you all feel the
same. But seeing all of you is like
I never left.
Your body may be somewhere else.
But ER your heart will ways be
down a dirt road in Seq Co.
It was good to be able to see
Mamma ER too. I have been waiting
for her to come home.
frenzie, Harrison is a hop skip and
jump from me. I do know what you
When I lived in southern Calf. I
would go thur culter shock. It
would take me a week to get used
to being back home. Then back to
Calif. I would be waving a folks
in the car, speaking to them in
the stores. I would get some very
strange looks. Then it would
dawn on me I was not home any
Basically, tho, same as a man: Someone who works for a living, or who comes from the workin' class -- and who hasn't got above her raisin'. She might can talk to the president one day -- but be in stands at Texas Motor Speedway, or, in the pits at the local track. Not that it's all about racin' -- it's just Bud Shootout night!
Rumors of my being seen drinkin' and carousin' with an underage Asian girl are grossly misinterpreted and greatly exaggerated. ;-)