I love being Southern. We can do so much and get away with it. I’m fixin’ to tell y’all something ’bout being Southern.
Being Southern doesn’t mean that I’m not educated. I may say “ain’t” and “y’all” and call you “Sweetie” or “Honey.” And I do “bless a lot of hearts.” I might even “piddle” around. I’ll greet you with a big “Hey-yyy”.
All soda is “Coke.” I refer to my grocery cart as a “buggy” and that’s okay.
I’m polite and say “Ma’am” and “Sir.” And if you hear a Southern gal say, “Oh, hell no!!” you’d better run. I don’t say that, but that is so true!
I might go a little crazy at the mention of snow and run to the store for milk and bread. But, I love my hot summers and sweet ice tea!
I have dinner at noon and supper in the evening.
I live right dab in the middle of the country. Not over yonder. If you don’t know where “Yonder” is, you ain’t from the south!!!
I believe in Jesus and that He died for my sins. I love to worship Jesus. I go to church every Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night, too! I love to tell people ’bout Jesus. And I love the sweet fellowship we sometimes after church with a pot luck dinner.
I love grits and being a G.R.I.T.S– Girl Raised In The South!