uhh no. dont ever say west coast. say California.

thx.

LOL.

But the West Coast includes more than just California.

Prepare to be shoked!

I have milked a cow.

Yes Ginger, cow tipping is mean.

:eek: :eek: :eek:

Shocked enough for you, Empress? ;)

But why go cow tipping when you could go....

SNIPE HUNTING!!!!!!!

LMAO!

I haven't been SNIPE hunting in forever

tee hee

Hahaha! Yes thanks. :p

Everyone should milk a cow at least once. It was interesting. :)

Snip hunting is classic.

Being from Georgia yes I consider Texas the south.

so i'm probably going to be showing my northeast roots here, but what is snipe hunting? :confused:

Snipe HUNTIN'!!!

ROTFLMAO!! Dude, I remember my sophomore year in HS, we went snip hunting in the middle if the night in the woods and we got lost. Our parents had to come and find us in the morning!

I miss it!

Snipe hunting! lol! My bf told me about that!

Well, snipe are actually birds. BUT, that is not the usual context or definition used when someone speaks of snipe hunting. To most of us, snipe hunting is hunting a non-existent animal or sending someone on a wild goose chase. Where I’m from, snipe hunting also had a sexual connotation.

yeah I think everyone from the south has been lost during a snipe hunt sometime in their lives

My favorite though actually involved my sisters, very bad '80s outfits.....beer......and the woods

tee hee

I love going hunting with someone that actually thinks we are catching something LMAO


ahhh good times

yes my dear - its true - is is like a whole other country :D

y'all come visit now ya hear

I've read this thread a few times, and each time, I get a little more nostalgic. The macaroni & cheese as a vegetable put me over the top, though!

I love the South! I love the softness of the voices, and the determination that is sugar-coated: the Steel Magnolia in the ladies, the Southern Gentleman in the men. I love that people truly appreciate the little things, and the sincere, "Thank You!" when you do someone a kindness. I love knowing that, if I'm doing genealogy in a Southern library, someone will ask me what names I'm researching, and maybe plunk a book down with a "maybe this will help!" I love the homemade crafts, and Miss Eulalie's homemade jam. I love knowing that there ARE Miss Eulalies and Miss Dixies and Miss Laura Lees and that when I'm old enough (and hopefully respectable!), I'll be a Miss Honey. I love the "bless his little baby heart" and "isn't that precious?" and even the "that dog's uglier than a mud fence!" I love the bang of the screen door, sitting on the front porch, and smell of magnolias mixed with insect repellent.

I guess I'm saying that, of course I love the foods (who wouldn't!), but there's so much more to really being a Southerner. I so appreciate the fact that there's a place in this wonderful country where people go out of their way to be kind, and yet maintain an air of tastefulness at the same time. Maybe I'm not making sense, but Oh! How I feel it in my heart!

As y'all know, my fiance & I are having a rough patch, and I'm trying to make him understand these little things that are part of me being me. I love who I am when I'm in the South, the knowing I can be who I really am and others appreciating it, not thinking I'm a hick. He's seen that side of me, and thrills over it. I just wish he truly understood it in the same way that so many of y'all do.

Then maybe he wouldn't have turned down that job in Lynchburg...