Even though I may live in the Mid-west these days and for the majority of the days of the past five years, I am still at southern girl at heart. I am also a southern girl when I get sleepy or nervous because my accent tends to get thicker in times like these--true story!
Yes, you skeptics back home who have noticed that I now call coke soda instead of coke.
In the South a drink offer goes something like this:
Do you want a coke?
Yes.
What kind?
A sprite.
Does this really make sense? Of course not, but it is the way it is back home.
You also may have noticed I have begun to call supper dinner. And sometimes, heaven forbid, I even accidentally call my cousin Laura Laaaura instead of Lora like it should be pronounced. I mean her name isn't Laaaura. No one calls her that.
However, rest assured I am still Southern! If you still are disinclined to believe me, just check out these pictures of all the purely southern activities from my Thanksgiving break:




That's right I have a giant metal homemade sign with my name on it hanging on a cabin. Can you get more southern than that?
And just a few more pieces of evidence to prove my case:
I sat on the edge of a bluff and hacked off a branch of holly with an oversized knife to decorate the mantle over the fireplace in our cabin. Did I mention I spent my Thanksgiving vacation in a State Park with no Internet, one television channel, and limited phone service?
I ate copious amounts of chicken and dumplings & biscuits and gravy.
I am also willing to bet that few other people can say they spent more time around long johns or camouflage, carhartt, and thermal clothing this weekend than I did.
And just a little something something that made my break very enjoyable:

Aren't they adorable? And huge!
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