Here’s the thing….

 People in the south are not friendly like they think they are. In fact, there’s the special breed that literally laughs at you… To your face. Those are my favorite. This can happen when you call that thing you push around with your groceries, a cart. In Texas those are called buggies. Or if you call that fizzy drink in a red can a Coke, they say, soda. Or, today I ordered fries and asked for Tartar sauce and the kid says “Tartar sauce? ( insert laughing)” and I looked him the face, dead serious and replied “ Ya. Tartar Sauce” and he was still giggling. I looked at my husband and asked “ Did I have a stroke? Am I saying the wrong word here?” It was really really weird and rude. I also get laughed at for my regional accent when I let that slip out say Bag (bayg ) instead of “ Baag.” I’ve really tried to drop that Spokane accent but occasionally it comes out and by now it’s also mixed with the occasional thick twang of Texas, so Robb tells me that I don’t sound “ American.”  And, then I get  laughed at too. It’s so strange. Makes me very self conscious.

Robb and I and Robb’s PRIEST have been having these really long deep dives into reincarnation and parts of the Bible that contradict each other and how much of the church is dogma and made up to fill in gaps that don’t add up and souls and science experiments to try and weigh a soul, or not… and near death experiences. His priest lets me ask questions that were forbidden when I was growing up, or even into adulthood, in the Evangelical faith. It’s been interesting. I like priests better than pastors. I like that I’m not Catholic and he doesn’t care. I like that I can call bullshit on the dogma and he thinks it’s great to question everything.  He’s very intelligent. My extended family would be soooo pissed about this! I got reamed for attending a Catholic mass when I was about 12 years old. They believe that it’s a cult and I guess I could have caught the catholicism! I did though, I really wanted to be a nun! 😆 

Gonna post about Roe V Wade next.

Ok, have to run. 

Tracy