This post requires a disclaimer. I knew that from the moment I decided to write about this...That all being said, I need you all to know that I LOVE living in the south. I really like it here in Alabama. People are so sweet and I think it's really cute when little kids have southern accents. I like the south. That is my disclaimer.
With that in mind, on to the good stuff. Today I worked my waitressing job at Cracker Barrel. It was a pretty normal Thursday. Plenty of people ordered the turkey and dressing for dinner tonight. Tasty. Nothing very unusual happened except for a 14 year old girl with braces told me that waitresses scare her (what....?) and I didn't receive a pile of loose change as a tip. My faith in humanity is slowly being restored. SLOWLY. So here's where this whole post comes together: I saw a man wearing suspenders. But not just any suspenders.
They were covered in small confederate flags.
I have seen women at the pool with "tramp stamp" confederate flags. I have seen men with large confederate flags tattooed on their very hairy backs. One man in particular featured skulls instead of stars in his rendition of the flag of the confederacy. Original.
I do not understand this phenomena. Here's why:
The Civil War has been over for 148 years. Meaning, the Confederte States of America have not been in exsistence since 148 years ago. 148!!! The confederacy wasn't even recognized as a separate entity by President Lincoln. But let's not get technical.
Let's talk about how the Union states (Yankees, you might call us) won the aforementioned Civil War. I hate to break it to y'all, but the south probably isn't going to rise again... But who am I kidding, you could probably 'like' a Facebook page and help your state of choice secede from the United States and then it could be the United States of America minus one...I don't know. I think with enough Facebook likes you can accomplish anything.
It simply does not make sense to me...
Like, I promise you're better off now, in 2013 with air conditioning and MOST of your teeth in your mouth, being part of a nation where you have access to dental care (you may or may not take advantage of this. I strongly encourage it) than in 1865 being part of a nation (can the confederacy even be referred to as a nation?) where the best air conditioning you can get is sitting in the shade and only the most necessary of the necessary teeth in your mouth? And no dental care for you to even ignore?!
Honestly, it will probably never make sense to me. And I'm okay with that.
Except I hope you're okay with the idea of me getting a tattoo of the Ohio flag. Which is actually the
only flag that is a pennant. Technically called a burgee. It's impressive, I know.
Okay, I'm finished. And I like I said in my silly little disclaimer at the beginning. I love living in the south. It's just that some things will probably never register with me. Like confederate flags and ignoring personal and dental hygiene. Anyway, thanks for reading and keeping up with me! I'm sure you have better things to do but why not sit around and contemplate the little things with me?! Keep the feedback coming! I'll post again soon!
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I Really Need to Invest in Some Bug-Spray
Well, here I am. After days, weeks, months and maybe even years of deciding whether or not to start a blog, I'm doing it! It doesn't really have a specific purpose right now. But that's the fun of it, right? I can just write what I feel and what I think (on the surface, I don't think that this will be one of those deep-thought, ponder-about-life kind of blogs..) Maybe I'll end up with the beginnings of a novel. Maybe it will seem more like a diary. Or maybe it'll become a comedy-hour kind of blog. It could quite possibly become all three. I don't really know. One thing I know for sure: it will be something. Like they say, journey is the destination. Think of this as a journey. My blogging journey? That I'm sharing with you? If there are any of you? Hope so.
I think when you start a blog, you're supposed to start with some kind of information about yourself.
Hello. My name is Hailey and I've been clean for 3 months now.
...
Just kidding.
I'm actually a college student trying not to accumulate too many debts (yeah right) and working lots of jobs (3, at the moment) to keep myself busy. Some would call me a sorority girl. Some would call me a band geek. Some people for a while just called me "tuba girl." Others would refer to me as a Yankee (I think that just applies to y'all, my southerner friends..) And I believe I would rather not label myself. I think I'm a lot of things. Not saying that all of the above aren't true statements regarding my persona, just saying that I think I'm a lot more than that. I hate labels. Does that make me a hipster?
So I'm sitting outside on my aunt and uncle's boat dock on Wilson Lake, here in Muscle Shoals, writing this blog, being EATEN ALIVE by mosquitoes, and also being kind of scared by the fish that keep jumping up and catching said mosquitoes. I'm really grateful for their assistance in the pest control department, but man do they freak me out! I'm worried that they're just going to jump right up onto the dock with me! Heeerre fishy, fishy! But really.... Since editing my profile I've acquired 4 new bug bites! Exciting! No pain, no gain, right? I just really hope people read this. Otherwise my mosquito bites were all for naught. Regardless, I've quite enjoyed my time outside, writing and pretending to be a fabulous writer working on her newest novel. I secretly hope that's what the neighbors think of me if they happen to spy me out of their large lake-view windows. I've got to wrap it up though, because although the fish are helpful with the mosquito problem (kind of), they really aren't doing much for the fact that some people across this slew of the lake have a donkey as a guard dog, and right now just seems like the perfect time for him to practice his singing. It's giving me quite the headache. With that being said, I really need to invest in some bug-spray and get inside where I can't hear donkeydog.
Thanks for reading, I hope to post more soon. maybe every week? I'll think about it. Ya'll come back now, ya hear??
-Hailey
I think when you start a blog, you're supposed to start with some kind of information about yourself.
Hello. My name is Hailey and I've been clean for 3 months now.
...
Just kidding.
I'm actually a college student trying not to accumulate too many debts (yeah right) and working lots of jobs (3, at the moment) to keep myself busy. Some would call me a sorority girl. Some would call me a band geek. Some people for a while just called me "tuba girl." Others would refer to me as a Yankee (I think that just applies to y'all, my southerner friends..) And I believe I would rather not label myself. I think I'm a lot of things. Not saying that all of the above aren't true statements regarding my persona, just saying that I think I'm a lot more than that. I hate labels. Does that make me a hipster?
So I'm sitting outside on my aunt and uncle's boat dock on Wilson Lake, here in Muscle Shoals, writing this blog, being EATEN ALIVE by mosquitoes, and also being kind of scared by the fish that keep jumping up and catching said mosquitoes. I'm really grateful for their assistance in the pest control department, but man do they freak me out! I'm worried that they're just going to jump right up onto the dock with me! Heeerre fishy, fishy! But really.... Since editing my profile I've acquired 4 new bug bites! Exciting! No pain, no gain, right? I just really hope people read this. Otherwise my mosquito bites were all for naught. Regardless, I've quite enjoyed my time outside, writing and pretending to be a fabulous writer working on her newest novel. I secretly hope that's what the neighbors think of me if they happen to spy me out of their large lake-view windows. I've got to wrap it up though, because although the fish are helpful with the mosquito problem (kind of), they really aren't doing much for the fact that some people across this slew of the lake have a donkey as a guard dog, and right now just seems like the perfect time for him to practice his singing. It's giving me quite the headache. With that being said, I really need to invest in some bug-spray and get inside where I can't hear donkeydog.
Thanks for reading, I hope to post more soon. maybe every week? I'll think about it. Ya'll come back now, ya hear??
-Hailey
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