Southern Expressions

I’ve now lived in North Carolina for 2 1/2 years. I really do enjoy it here, but a few things drive me batty at times. Primarily, the language differences. I can certainly get used to a Southern accent and forget it after awhile, but there are a few words that Southerners (at least the ones I know) say, and they drive me crazy.
As a disclaimer, this post is intended to be funny. While I wish everyone would pronounce everything the right way (insert “my way”), I want to celebrate the differences. Just don’t expect me to use any of these any time soon.
Here are just a few:
1. Favor. As in, “Look at his nose, doesn’t he favor his Uncle Jim Bob?” Just in case you can’t pick up the meaning of “favor” from context as I surely didn’t the first several times I heard it, “favor” means “bear a likeness to.”
2. Mash. Not as in potatoes, but as in buttons. Instead of pressing buttons, Southerners are big on mashing them. I guess they are subtly indicating their strength to pulverize the buttons if they so choose.
3. Got that honestly. If you have gotten something honestly, it means that you properly inherited the genes for it from your parents. Honestly.
4. Get on the stick. I can’t stand this phrase, and cringe every time I hear it. It just sounds so wrong. To say you are getting on the stick about something means that you are getting right to the task.
5. Tote. Instead of carry. I guess that’s why they call it a tote bag, but I never really thought about tote being a verb before.
6. Crank the car. Instead of start the car. I can’t complain about this one, since April has so wonderfully cranked my car twice last week when it was cold.
7. Err/error/era. This is just confusing to me. “Err” is pronounced “urr,” “error” is pronounced “erra,” and “era” is sometimes pronounced “erar.” Thus, “error” and “era” are pronounced oppositely of the way they are spelled which causes many a Northerner to scratch his head when he hears, “In the Mesozoic error…” and “Don’t make that era again.”
8. War of Northern Aggression. I about fell out of my seat the first time I heard this. I just couldn’t believe it. Last I checked, the Confederacy DOES NOT EXIST. You lost the war, and it was determined that a state in fact does not have the right to enter or leave the union at will whenever they choose. Oh, and the Confederacy attacked Fort Sumter, not the other way around.

If You Pray for Rain, Bring an Umbrella

North Carolina (and much of the Southeast) has suffered from extreme drought. The last figure I saw was that the Raleigh area was short at least 9 inches of rain for 2007. It had gotten to the point that the horizon sky was brown, a sight familiar to Kansans in the typically hot, dry summer weather, but not typical of the wetter, greener weather here. Trees were droopy and lawns were brown and spotty. Most importantly, the reservoir where we get our drinking from was down to less than half of it’s capacity. When I drove by it last week, there was a significant portion of the lake that has been dry long enough for grass to sprout up on the bottom! As of the beginning of this week, Raleigh had about 100 days of water left before we would be completely out.

I’ve been working on saving water. Since I don’t have a lawn, I can’t cut back on watering it. I stopped washing my car in May (okay, that had nothing to do with the drought, I just can’t see shelling out money to have a clean car for less than a week), so I couldn’t conserve more water there. Instead, I decided to be more conscious about the length of my showers. I have been able to cut my average shower time in half, and am going for even shorter. Don’t ask how long of showers I was taking before, it was pathetic. I can only blame it on the fact that I’ve never had to pay the water bill.

Last Wednesday, I specifically prayed for rain. It rained on Thursday (though not enough to make a dent, but it did soften up the ground). This Tuesday, I also specifically prayed for rain. It’s rained/misted fairly steadily since Wednesday. I’ve heard that some places have gotten up to 5 inches of rain, and it hasn’t stopped yet! What a blessing!

The moral of the story:
When you pray for rain, bring an umbrella.

Green

This week I’m on Easter break, which is refreshing. Though I’ll be putting in additional hours at work, I enjoy having the extra time to catch up on schoolwork (particularly needing to focus on the research paper due 2 weeks from today!) and rest. This weekend I’ll be travelling to Kansas to spend two days with my family. I’m excited for the trip as I haven’t been home since Christmas and absolutely love to travel, even if it is to an airport which doesn’t have enough flights to keep even half their 14 terminals (or is it 12?) busy.

For all of you who have never lived in this area, this time of year is somewhat special. Everything is coated with a thin layer of lime green pollen. It makes my dirty car look sick, and covers every outside surface heavily. You can see car tracks through it in the parking lots, almost as if it was a fine dusting of snow. So it seems you really can have too many trees, as I’ve always argued.

During this Easter season, I hope that you take some time to consider what a marvelous sacrificial work Jesus Christ has done for us on the cross. This past Sunday we had a special Easter musical at our church, which was amazing. It really drew attention to what God has done for us wretched sinners who deserved eternal separation from Him, death. But Jesus did not remain dead in that tomb. He is risen! Praise the Lord! My hope is found not in what I can do but in what He did.

“He [God] may Him [Jesus] who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.”
2 Corinthians 5:21 NASU

Peanut Torture

I thought I had experienced most of what the South had to offer, but apparently not. My roommate, Cindy, came home last night with a bag of boiled peanuts. I asked her what boiled peanuts were, and she was astonished. Is it just me? I’ve NEVER heard of or seen them! Cindy confirmed with our other roommate, Allison, that boiled peanuts are a common treat. Cindy gave me one, and I was immediately disgusted with the slimy texture. The peanut taste was exactly the same, but it had the texture of a hard boiled egg. Blech!
Poll: have you heard of boiled peanuts?