I'm from Alabama, and I can even read and write! (I actually told that to a guy once--he was from California and was being just a tad snotty about the South.) My husband is also from Alabama, though from a little further north than me. That makes him a Yankee!

(Yes, there are Yankees! They do exist!)
Y'all will get a laugh out of this: My husband's first name is Samuel (he goes by Maurice--go figure!), and our kids are
Sarah, Steven, Samuel, Sean, Seth, and Stephanie! Yes, we were sober when we chose their names!

Their middle names all start with "C," too! (Ok, now somebody will have us committed . . . !)
Our new puppy is Samson, and he's very playful. The other night he was play biting at my husband a bit too much (my husband was getting him all worked up--what did he expect?), and my husband threatened him. He said, "Samson, I'm going to beat you with the jawbone of an a*s!" (I know that censoring thing is going to do this --- if I don't censor it myself!) And I said, "How are you going to get your jawbone out?!" Marta, that's what married life is like! Hehehe!
Sarah is about to be 16, and almost 2 years ago we found out she has epilepsy. Her grades went from straight A's to quite mixed--she struggles now in math and history--her left parietal lobe is where she has constant irregular electrical activity, and it interferes with her memory and math skills. It's really hit her self-esteem, but she still has a lot of faith and knows that she is in God's hands. She's had a lot of trouble with "friends," though. Not a lot of them have stuck by her.
Sorry to ramble--I guess maybe that's a Southern trait. We sit on our front porches in our rocking chairs and "chew the fat." There's plenty of it to chew around here, I guess!
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I was just starting to feel better about the Giants but now I'm thinking about the Yankees