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“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Posted in Celebrities, The South on November 5, 2008 by Danielle Self

My family is very politically separated.  My step father is a Catholic so of course he is largely republican.  He’s also a racist so he is completely anti-anything-but-white. My grandfather is Democratic but racist as well.  And as for me, I get more liberal by the day when it comes to most issues facing our nation. Long story short- its NEVER a good idea to bring up politics in my household. 

However, yesterday being as monumental as it was, caused politics to come up. I told my step dad to quit whining like a baby because there is nothing that he can do about it now but suck it up and learn to accept it. 

At this point he said “Oh yea?! He won’t be in office very long.  Trust me on that.  He’s going to be assassinated.” 
“Um… are you going to be the one doing it?”
“No, but I have a few friends that might.” 

Really?! You know whats the saddest part of it all? I guarantee that my step father isn’t the only one making those empty threats.  Empty as they may be…. its still ridiculous. 

America- put your big kid panties on and suck it up.  Obama is our president and won by a landslide.  There is nothing you can do about it.  If you want to move to a foreign country, please do so. I recommend Russia because they are the only country not making statements that this was the best decision that Americans have made in a long time. Make sure to take your coat.  I hear it gets chilly up there.

Lost in Translation

Posted in Hawaii, Random, The South, Work on May 8, 2008 by Danielle Self

Pre-story: The real estate office that I work with has been entertaining an investor from Bulgaria. He’s super duper rich and is one of the top 10 builders in the entire nation of Bulgaria. He LOVES his mother land and is VERY European. As in, the first time I met him he was wearing booty shorts that I’m not even brave enough to wear. His name is Milen (Pronounced Mee-lan).

Milen: (Points at me) She no Hawaiian no?
CoWorker: No, Milen. She is from Arkansas. She is American.
Milen: Where is this Arkansas (Pronounced: Ar-can-sass)?
Me: Southern America
Milen: (shrug)
Me: By Texas.
Milen: Ahhhh! Texas! I know Texas! I fly with people from Texas. They no smell nice. Smell like no have shower for week.
Me: Haha… well some people probably don’t shower that much.
Milen: No all Texas people no smell good. Smell like dirty shower. I no say you smell no good. Texas people smell no good.

Next Day

Me: Hi Milen! How are you?
Milen: (Moves mere inches from my face) I’m doing good. How is you?
Me: I’m doing great, Thanks. You smell nice. (He really did… )
Milen: Oh! I no smell like I form Texas no?
Me: Hah… you smell good. Better than Texas people.
Milen: You like my smell?
Me: Yes I do. Its very nice.
Milen: I don’t know if I smell Texas people or their villages. Texas get around on horse no?
Me: I’m sorry?
Milen: Texas people go on horse from village to village no?
Me: Absolutely… I wish we had cars there. It’d make things a lot easier.
Milen: How big Arkansas city?
Me: Oh… about half a million.
Milen: That all? That small. Where is Arkansas City by?
Me: Um… Its by Dallas.
Milen: Oh! Dallas. Dallas pretty but no smell good.

The Day After that my boss told me that while they were at dinner Milen asked if he thought I would “make sex” with him. He wanted me to go back to Bulgaria with him and be ONE of his girlfriends. Someone asked how he got referred to such a small real estate company. Our loan officer’s mom does his hair plugs.

True Life: I’m a Southern Belle

Posted in Television, The South on April 16, 2008 by Danielle Self

We all know that my job is seriously demanding but I managed to squeeze in a moment or two and watched MTV’s True Life: I’m a Southern Belle while I was there.

HELP! MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN STOLEN!

Dead freaking ringer.  I was beginning to wonder if my Southern-ness was wearing off being that I’m in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.  After watching this, I am glad to say that I am still very Southern.  My long lost Southern accent came back the moment I heard those Mississippi voices.

On one hand I was so proud to be apart of that demographic.  But then on the other, I can see how if a guy is not from the South he’d have issues “getting” us.  And how we would have issues “getting” people from other areas.  We are a breed on our own.  Weird, old fashioned, (sometimes) high maintenance, and WAY too concerned about how other people perceive us- that is the essence of a Southern Belle.  I must say that I am no longer near the Southern Belle that I used to be but I am also far from not being one.  For instance- half of my sorority pledge class had debutante balls when they came of age. I was taught to never call a guy until you are in a legitimate relationship. I was also taught that a Lady never makes a first move and always looks her best out in public- even if that means WalMart at midnight.

In celebration of being from the South here are some quotes about our culture*

“Being a belle is a lifetime of work so practice everyday.”
“American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God”
“My dear girl, the Yankees aren’t fiends.  They haven’t horns and hoofs, as you seem to think.  They are pretty much like Southerners- except with worse manners, of course, and terrible accents.”
“The South is dry and will vote dry.  That is, everybody sober enough to stagger to the polls will.”

“In the South, the breeze blows softer…neighbors are friendlier, nosier, and more talkative. (By contrast with the Yankee, the Southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do)…This is a different place. Our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting and parting. Our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names. Nothing about us is quite the same as in the country to the north and west. What we carry in our memories is different too, and that may explain everything else.”

Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.

Southern women know their manners:
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why, no, Billy!”

Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions:
“Y’all come back!”
“Well, bless your heart.”
“Drop by when you can.”
“How’s your Momma?”

Southern women know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity

Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The beach
The beach

Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:
Summer tans
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses

Southern women know everybody’s first name:
Honey
Darlin’
Shugah

Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind

Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football

Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
Grits
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma’s homemade jelly

Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Charleston (Chawl’stn)
Savannah (S’vanah)
New Orleans (N’awlins)
Atlanta (Addlanna)

Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler, of course!

Southern women know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon

Southern women know the four deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
Wearing too much makeup in the summer

Southern women know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah!

Southern belle’s are a true God givin gift to the world, and of your a northern transplant, well just bless your heart, fake it! We all know that you got here as fast as you could!

*Side Note- I googled “Southern Belles” and the third link to come up was a guide on how to become a Southern Belle at About.com/Little Rock.  Gotta love Arkansas.