Hey mama! Let's chicken fight on daddy-brother and cousin bobby's heads!

I am the first to admit on many levels I don't belong here. I am a true southern girl...I do not have any instincts when it comes to greasing a pig or mining coal...but this is where I am. Which means, I adapt. I must admit hill people can be spicy in their humor. I was laying poolside yesterday and observing a family. Mom, stepdad, daughter with multiple tattoes including a pair of angel wings with a ring of fire on it ....the word "multiply" written across her abdomen as well as multiple asian symbols which I can only imagine are her "go-to" orders at Jin-Jin so there are no need for words and her best friend (who had braces?!?). What amazed me is the simplicity. There is no worry about "getting ahead at work" or "learning to read" There was much debate over whether or not 50 chicken nuggets would be "enough for a light snack" for 4 people...there was the discussion of the ATV accident that left her boyfriend with an abdominal lac that had been hastily re-stitched, making his "thug life" tattoo crooked. There was the question asked of me "what's that you reading." I replied "ah, this is the assessment and management guide for pediatric feeding and swallowing disorders" which fell on blank stares (I did LOVE the response of my neighbor who said "yeh man, I'm just waiting for the movie instead). All in all I find I'm adapting. I just oil myself up with banana boat, put on my ipod featuring new orleans jazz and read about the pediatric pharyngeal space being smaller allowing for better division of the airway. Today is the 4th and it's raining. So I'm being a true american: I ordered chinese and I'm knitting in my pajamas.