How do you tell the difference? Normally a dash of holy water will show which one is a good hearted woman and which one is satan in a skirt. My mimi is a prime example of southern hospitality mixed with a dash of don't fuck with my family. I think the biggest percent of southern women are just like that. When I was growing up, my mimi was the rock of the family. Still is, don't get me wrong. She fixed us pancakes for breakfast before school, drove us to school every morning and picked us up every afternoon. She took our butts to sunday school and church and every sunday afternoon lunch was at mimis. You didn't cancel on the don.
My poppa was the male rock of the family. He was always making mischief for my mimi and tried his best to drive her crazy. I think he succeeded but she never loved him any less. You would never catch my poppa in church. He'd rather be fishing. He was never one for religion but that didn't stop my mimi from bringing jesus into their house. You don't step between a baptist woman and God.
I inherited my personality from my poppa. Sermons bore me but I do love God. I prefer to be the joker of the family and I find peace out on a pond with a fishing pole in my hand. That's when I have my best talks with him.
What brought this on today? Why am I babbling about my grandparents and the ways of southern people? My 5 year old brought this on today. I was fixing breakfast this morning when I got blindsided. Out of nowhere jon turns to me and goes, "momma, I really miss my poppa. Will you tell me more about him?" My poppa left this world one week before my son was born, and some days I think he put a big piece of himself in jon. How else could the kid remember playing with him(when he never got the chance) and be born with a love of fishing? Its been over 5 years and it never has gotten easier.
This is one of those rare semi sentimental blogs you won't see much of. My poppa was a good man. He was difficult though, like me. It took a special woman to love him and stand by him no matter what though. You want to see a good southern woman who wants nothing more than to keep her family happy and make sure we all have jesus and wind up on the same place when we leave this world, look at my mimi. She had her way in the end. My poppa accepted jesus into his heart not long before he left this world.
When my mimi says bless your heart you bet your ass she means it. She is still on a mission to make sure none of us go to hell, and she is still the best cook in the family, though I give her a run for her money.
I think I've rambled enough for now though. So in the words of my great poppa, Neeeeeexxxxxxttttt!!
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This made me cry... no fair.. no tissue warning or NOTHING!! Shame on you!! oh.. and bless YOUR heart!! For realz..
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