Now I Know...

...why the South hates the North! My Central VA home has been invaded by New Jersey - and I don't like it (I think there is a family reunion of sorts going on this weekend). The normally smiling faces of the hotel clerks and sevice personnel , look a tad stressed. The fairly quiet building that has been my abode for these past few months has been transformed into a zoo. The southern cheer and hospitality I have come to love and expect is being eclipsed by grating accents, only surpassed by the brash personalities accompanying them.
For the first time in my life, I feel ashamed to call the North my home. Is that really how we act/sound?! Or is this group of people particulary loud and obnoxious? (I'm hoping it's the latter!)

Joke of the Day

It's been a while since I've done a joke post, so here goes...

CJ: [pours remainder of ice from one cup into cup with iced tea] "look, I am consolidating."

Me: "Hahaha... yeah, consolidating your liquid assets."

[rim-shot]

Sometimes it amazes me...

just how many fat people there are! America is truly the land of excess. It's sad...

"It's gonna be a scorcher!"

I remember hearing those words often every summer throughout my childhood and always thought of it as code for "Get your bathing suit on. We're going to the beach!" I really didn't know what scorcher meant - actually, I wasn't even sure it was a real word (Mom was one for making up words to fit the need of the moment). Since then I have looked it up and saw that it merely means "a very hot day." But the phrase has stuck with me all these years and as I drove to the office this morning, AC blowing hard, I glanced up at the thermometer in my rental car and saw that it was alread 80 degrees at 8 o'clock in the morning. I thought to myself "wow, it is gonna be a scorcher!"