As I See It...

What? It's just what I think. Don't get all bent out of shape over it. Gah...


Upswing

The relationship is working. Quite well, I might add.
I'm working.
Regular pay is coming in.
I'm having company in about 11 days.
My house is clean.
I'm actually smiling. Often, actually.

It was a long drab summer. At least the closer I get to fall, things are starting to level off.

And that's a good thing.

Not Going to Screw THIS Up

I'm not going to screw this one up.
He seems to actually be interested in me.
The feeling is mutual.
Just taking things one step at a time.
ONE step at a time.

Things I Say Wrong, Apparently

The following is a list of words/phrases that I say incorrectly according to a friend of mine:
  1. envelope: I say ON-vuh-lope, not IN-veh-lope.
  2. advertisement: I say ad-VER-tiz-mint, instead of ad-ver-TIZE-ment.
  3. about: I say a-BOUGH-t, instead of a-BOAT.
  4. police: I say p'LEESE, instead of po-LEESE.
  5. Louisville: Seeing as how I'm from the state in which this city is based it's correctly pronounced lou-ah-vul, NOT loo-ee-ville. She just needs to be smacked for that.

This is a sampling of words, now here is a list of phrases that apparently make me "sound like a stupid hick".

  1. Fixing to: this means to get ready to do something. "I'm fixing to take a shower." It is not said "fixin' to". That means something else.
  2. All over hell, and half of Georgia: means that I've looked everywhere for something.
  3. Hotter than blue blazes: This phrase is self explanatory. The hottest part of a flame is the blue part. Basic chemistry. Makes perfect sense to me.
  4. chemist: This is a phrase that is used in my part of the country to describe a pharmacist. It's very common use in French, somehow it stuck around here. It's not as common anymore, but I still use it.
  5. full: Usually used to describe someone that has eaten too much. It's used that way here too, but more often it's used to describe someone that's drunk. Very drunk.

There are more, but right now they are escaping me. My point is simple: This "friend" isn't from the south. So to her, we're all (in her words) "backwards and need to learn to speak like the rest of the country." I find that a bit offensive. A language defines a group of people. It's part of their culture.

Why is it that the French, Germans, Japanese, Yoruba, etc., etc., can be proud of the way they speak, but Southerners have to be ashamed? I personally find the New York accent, and the Bostonian accent to be offensive, but you know what? It defines those people to their area.

I love different accents, languages, and dialects. I think they should be left alone. I'm going to continue to use my dialect and accent. It's part of who I am; and I'm not about to change that for anyone.

She'll just have to get used to it if she's going to be talking to me.

*sighs*

And then it all just falls apart.

The One Where I'm COMPLETELY Confused

Last night, some friends and I went out for dinner at our local sushi restaurant. Afterwards, we decided to head downtown for drinks and just hang out and "enjoy" the weather. We arrived at one of my favorite restaurants, ordered our drinks, and then sat down at a table for a good conversation.
After a few minutes, the bartender came over (he's a friend) and told me that I needed to call another friend of mine. She had a very important message for me. Thinking it was something serious, I called her.
Her: "Are you still at the restaurant?"
Me: "Yes. Why? Is something wrong?"
Her: "No, no. Everything's fine, but apparently you're drawing attention."
Me: "I am? How? I'm just sitting here having drinks with C. and S."
Her: "Well, you've caught someones attention, because I've just emailed you a number of a guy that'd like to meet you."
Me: "Do what? Why not just come over and introduce himself? We don't bite."
Her: "Well, he wasn't really sure you were gay. You were apparently having a really good time with the girls. He called me to ask about you, I told him things were good, and then I had The Bartender give you the message?"
Me: "Why all the subterfuge? Why not just ask me."
Her: "Well, apparently he has competition."
Me: "WHAT? Competition? What the hell ever."
Her: "I'm just letting you know....*giggles*"
Competition? Whatever. Over me. Pfft.
These guys need to get some testicular fortitude, and just TALK. Not only that, but I'd like to know who's asking about me. I'm not a fan of being stalked.
Who would be?
OH, and another thing...WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO CALL THESE GUYS?? They can either balls up and introduce themselves, or get my cell from me. I'm tired of all this high school crap drama. Thank you. [exit soapbox stage left]