I thought you might enjoy the post that my sweet Southern friend Teresa at Livin’ the Wood Life recently posted about my desires to be a Southern girl. She made a point to rub my California nose in the fact that I have no chance whatsoever of being from the South, period.
As a born and bred California girl, there are a few myths that need to be broken:
For the record, I have never ridden a surfboard in my life.
I don’t know any movie stars.
I am not a size 2.
And…Arnold Schwarzenneger will always be the Terminator to me.
I do admit that this California girl needs me some soy milk with my Starbuck’s and enjoys a sweetened green tea every once in awhile. My favorite grocery store is Trader Joe’s where they have no preservatives in anything. I do try and keep my skin out of the sun and make it a point to exercise at least yearly.
Looks like I’m destined to be a Yankee no matter how hard I try.
Well Teresa, maybe I don’t want to be a part of your us four and no more, Southern girls club!
(Ok, but I admit, I do want to be invited to ALL of your gatherings where food is involved.)
Ok blog friends…am I the only wannabe Southern gal out here?
Anyone dare to admit they want to live in California…anyone….Bueller…Bueller?