Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Love Sweet Home

We do some ridiculous things in the South.

For instance, we give kids names like "Young Boozer." For real.

We give a town the name "Seminary" and then name the town just up the road "Sanitorium." Wondering if there is a logical and sequential connection.

Some of us insist that we must lock our doors so a serial killer does not come in and wipe us all out (Regena Sawyer) while others don't lock any doors at all but choose to reason with those who break in and want to know where the money is (Billy Berry)

Some of the ridiculous things we do are noble. We have great-grandmothers who made 12 dozen biscuits from scratch every morning. Yes, that's right. Twelve dozen. As in 144.

Ryan and I carried on the tradition of doing ridiculous things by consuming 1000 calories within our first five minutes of being home. Love some Raisin' Canes.

Here are some highlights of the trip.

First, the Berry Family Reunion in Harrisville Mississippi on the Berry Family Land. Which of course, is the the only thing in the world worth workin' for, worth fightin' for, worth dyin' for, because it's the only thing that lasts. (Extra points for catching the reference)


The whole Sawyer clan.


Niece Ruthie has fun chasing the bubbles as Nana and Gran look on.


Cornhole.

Ryan end the weekend with a big plate of fried dill pickles. This would also be included in the list of ridiculous things that Southerners do.

2 Comments:

At 2:33 PM, Blogger Mark said...

Fried Pickles are in no way "ridiculous". The only ridiculous thing is people who have never tried them. :)

 
At 8:36 AM, Blogger Shannon said...

Fried pickles are ALWAYS a MUST! :)

 

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