Accepting the Challenge

Hello Possums!

Welcome to the birth of my brand new blog. Well, perhaps 'birth' isn't quite the right term. More like a Caesarian section really. I was cruising along, minding my own business when, out of nowhere, I was blind-sided by a blog-writing challenge from SassKitty. Since disciplining myself for such tasks is simply not part of my nature, perhaps I can surgically extract a few choice phrases from time to time. We'll see.

By way of explanation, let's start with a little background 4-1-1.

I'm a Canadian girl. Through and through. And by that I mean, I live in Greenville, South Carolina of course (about 5 hours, as the crow flies, southwest of Greensboro, North Carolina, where SassKitty seems to believe I live). I've moved so far into the Deep South (hence the catchy blog title) that none of my friends will come and visit me because they fear their luggage won't fit on my gun-rack. Silly girls. I bought a bigger truck.

No no - just yankin' yer chain.

But I digress. So, here's the deal. It was nearly a year ago to this very day when I was first presented with the idea of picking up - lock, stock and Prada - leaving the most gorgeous (but rainy) city in the world (Vancouver), and high-tailing it down here for a new job that was created specifically with me in mind. Well, heck, I felt like Sally Field at the Oscars "Sob ... You REALLY LIKE me .. sniffle, sniffle!" Who could turn down an offer like that?! As much as I hated to leave all the FANTASTIC friends I'd made over the years, how often do we really get the chance for a proper adventure, after the age of 25? Hm??

And even though I was deserting the Writer's Group I loved so much, I wasn't worried. I knew I'd enjoy precisely the same amount of email banter and wine-quaffing and writing avoidance that I'd had only a few latitudinal co-ordinates ago.

So there you have it. That's my wee introductory post for the day. Now I must go try and figure out this photo upload stuff and linking to other sites, etc.

And I will resolve to finish off every post with a bit of plagiarized "southernisms". Today's is as follows:
"You might be a redneck if the only traffic signal you use is your middle finger!"

Oh, and my reading recommendation for the day is "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" by David Sedaris. He spent part of his childhood being raised in North Carolina, where, as one might expect, much tragic hilarity ensued. I laughed out loud many times.