Well, let's see. It has been, um, quite a few days since I wrote a real post.
Christmas. It came. It went. It conquered.
My parents arrived just before Christmas and will be headed back home in a day or so. Bless their hearts; they drove. From Georgia. To New Mexico. That's a long way between Cracker Barrels.
We've had a good time catching up and eating, eating, eating. It's what Southerners do when they get together. We eat when we get married. We eat when we have babies. We eat when we die. Well, we don't. The people left behind do.
Where two Southerners gather together there will be food in the midst of them.
Or something like that.
I'll be back soon for a few funny stories. Goodness knows I've got enough material.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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4 comments:
Well, hey, Melanie. I hopped on over here from Boo-Mama's page. Your blog name caught my attention because...well, I'm originally from New York (haven't lived there in 14 years though). Oh and my name is Melanie also!
I enjoyed reading your blog. I'll stop by again sometime.
Blessings...
Melanie
It's not just the Southerner's tradition, I tell ya. You can throw the Hungarians and Canadians, and English and Germans in there too, if my family is any example. :v)
That line about the Southerners cracked me up.
sooooo true...we southerners make up occasions to get together just to eat, i think!!
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