I'm one of the so-called "Baby Boomers". Born in Georgia, raised (I don't want to hear "Reared-Not Raised!) in Tennessee and Georgia. Now living in Virginia. My roots run strong in the mountains of the South. After 27 years in Virginia , the accent isn't as strong unless I get an infusion of drawl during the oh so infrequent trips home. Where I currently live, there appears to be few native born Virginians. The population is from all over and the accents kinda flow together.

My husband is a cop and is also one of the few natives in the area in captivity. He is also an ONLY CHILD. Ladies, DO NOT let your children grow up to marry one of these species. They are DIFFERENT. Each one has every toy they ever got in their lifetime. They give new meaning to the word SAVE. Want a marble from when they were 6? They have it. The snow sled they got at 7 is in the storage shed. Average snowfall here is probably an inch. Just do what I do if you find yourself in this situation. Rent a Large Storage Unit.

I am the oldest of six kids. I have NOTHING of my youth. The last known artifact of my youth was my high school yearbook for my senior year. When I found it during a trip home, I discovered that Someone had cut out all the pictures of me. Other pictures seemed to be cut out at random. The chief suspect in this horrible act pretends to be a loving wife and mother. She even sings in the church choir. No one would ever suspect her of being the devious "Year Book Cutter". When her children are older, I will tell them of this deep, dark family secret. Right, KIM?

This area that I now live in has its own way of getting from here to wherever. The motto here is "Death Before yielding!". Each person has their own style and I'm afraid I turn into a Nascar driver when behind the wheel. Once in awhile, I remember I'm from the "gentle" South and pause to allow someone to cut in front of me. Two things then happen. First--the FOOL behind me starts honking their horn. Second--the FOOL that I let pull out drives at the fast pace of 25mph in a 45mph zone. I then swear to myself that no one will get in front of me again. Starting on the day after Thanksgiving, no resident of Virginia Beach possesses any kind of manners. The little old lady of 90 will beat you with her cane if you even think of beating her to a parking space. This atmosphere continues until Christmas eve.

Another quite unusual thing happens around here. Nowhere else except for perhaps San Diego does this happen. There are Baby Booms about twice a year. Each hospital keeps very strict records of the comings and goings of the carrier groups and components of the military from the Tidewater area. There is a special department in each hospital that does nothing but spy on the military so as to learn the "arrival" date of all the military units. Hospitals hire nurses and stuff them in closets until 9 months after a carrier group has returned from sea. Nursing Shortages are caused by this practice of storing nurses. And no one has done a study of Nurse Storage Shelf Life. Perhaps the Surgeon General should investigate.

I have the usual and customary hobbies. Some of these are already familiar to you if you have looked at my other pages. There are others that I don't discuss normally. TV Remote and Husband's eyeglasses hiding are popular ones. With a little effort, you can convince your husband that he is crazy or the dogs ate the above articles. I also excel at "You're Going Deaf". Secret here is to speak softly to your husband so he knows you said something but didn't really hear it. Rules forbid moving your lips and not really saying anything. I am , after all, a Southern Lady and would never break the rules.

There is much more that I could tell you about myself. But for now, you will just have to wonder. This is not a tell all book after all. For now, please continue your tour of my various pages or visit a Southern Woman sister if you have time. Please return sometime to see if I've been released from my cage.

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