Country Man’s Wife‘s blog is so good this week and she added a little something at the bottom. Two of her favorite blogger. I fell in love with one and am eagerly awaiting the next post. She’s a Maineiac. Her post also gave me an idea for a post of my own. And without further adieu:
The Maineiac made a “vlog” today. For all us old farts, a “vlog” is a video blog. I wish I were as brave as she. Maineiac wondered about other people she interacted with on the computer. Were they tall or short? What do they look like? Do they talk with hands, eyes, feet or with an accent? She got right on there and I was mesmerized. I am not sure why. Was it because the concept was so new and just so simple or was it the way she talked with her eyes? Not sure. A person’s accent. hmmm. She talked a lot about it. It got me to thinking about mine.
I live in the state of New Mexico. But that has not always been the case. I am a southern girl born and raised. No really, southern. I am way south, deep southern with an accent to match. After a glass of wine, you can’t even understand a word I say. Not due to being inebriated, it is more like being relaxed. At that point, my accent becomes a cross between southern fried (and I mean fried) meets creole seasonin’ (I’m talkin’ gator hunters). No offense intended, I have the deepest respect for fried chicken and gators. Hubs has come to understand my accent and translates most of the time for me when we are at parties, Navy Balls and family get togethers. If it is too far out there even for him, he just reads my face. Because not only is he an interpreter for the southern dialect he can also read facial expression, of which I have many. I also have an infliction of sorts. Whenever I am around folks that have a different accent or a peculiar mannerism, I tend to mirror it back. NO I am not making fun of them at all. I just copy what I see and hear. I can’t help it. It only last for a little while after the encounter with that person and when ever I recant the conversation in my mind. I don’t even know that I am doing it. My husband and daughter hate it. If we are at Wal-Mart and someone with an accent strikes up a conversation, they will just scoot off and leave me there. They know my parrot-ism will kick into high gear and before you know it we will have an audience watching the show. I have tried to rid myself of this curse but it is of no use. Same as with my accent. I even tried a speech therapist before I left the deep south for fear of not being able to obtain a job outside of my birthplace. Anyone here will tell you that was a waste of money. I guess I will be this way until the day I die. I am just so happy I have the most wonderful boss in the world. Did I mention she is and was born and raised in……………JAPAN.
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side note: I love this sharing thing. Several blogs I have visited this month, included a link to one or two favorite blogs they frequent. Plus this Blogger Award thingy, is awesome. I love this because I am new here, just a bit over a month. I have no idea what I am doing most of the time and no clue how to find blogs I love. This way I can take the ones that found me, or the ones I stumbled upon and check out their favorites. I know what you are thinking, that is what a blogroll is for. But if the person you love to read takes the time to mention another blogger, it sets them apart and makes you want to read them. Some I found I loved, others, not so much. But that is okay because there is no good without the not so good.
life is a bowl of kibble 