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Everything Changes

The more messed up this world gets, the more God makes sense.

Fried Apples & Grits

Ten years ago I met a guy online from Alabama (named Morgan) that was preparing to become a youth pastor. We kept in contact over the years through email and once I even spoke with him on the telephone. When our runner brought us to the hotel this morning there was a sign that said "Welcome to Trussville". Immediately I remembered that Morgan's family was from Trussville. So I called his mom and found out that I was only 5 minutes away from his family's house!

Tonight Morgan and his girlfriend Mandy took me out for a breakfast - "southern style" - complete with grits and fried apples. I remember eating grits a couple of times when I was in college in Missouri but I don't remember them being this tasty! With extra margarine and lots of sugar (the REAL stuff) I chowed down on a taste of the south that we don't see much of in Canada, if at all!

Morgan and Mandy then took me on a tour through Trussville - which Mandy (who happens to be related to MOST of Trussville) helped me properly pronounce - "it's Trus-vull" she said! "Not Trus-vill!" I find myself picking up the accent down here. I seem to slide into their southern drawl so easily! And I end up saying things I would never say... words like, fixin' - "Are you fixin' to go over there?" (Yikes... I gotta lose this before I come home!)

Before Morgan dropped me back at the hotel we stopped at the local Winn-Dixie. Now I know that most of you think that Winn-Dixie is a movie about a dog, but it happens to be the name of a grocery store chain here in the south. (The dog in the movie is actually named after a sign in the grocery store.) Morgan wanted to send me home with some Winn-Dixie Grits. Yee-haw!

[http://www.winndixie.com/]
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12:50 PM

I think you're right... you should loose the accent before you get home. I'm getting my mockery all warmed up! I'm going owwwwwt the the howwwwwwse.    



1:36 PM

Don't be like these americans I work with on the phone paul. Its THREE NOT TREE! ok? Remember that or I will beat you up when you get home! :)

Josh

http://gamerguy.blog-city.com    



3:54 PM

And here I was pronouncing it Truss-VILL in my head.    



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