EST/Pigs/Yankees

Posted by Suzanne - October 9th, 2008

The kids enjoyed last night at the hotel.  We went swimming and sat in the hot tub for a while.  I let the boys jump and splash out all their energy, or at least I thought I did.  None of the kids wanted to go to bed.  It was 2AM local time before I got to bed and Alan didn’t fall asleep until 4AM.  Our internal clocks were thrown off when we entered EST.  We were able to handle CST but somehow that one little hour we lost in EST was the killer.  Another night of little sleep and as we started out this morning I was convinced that I left my sanity in Nashville. 

How are the kids doing in the car?  They are doing really well.  There comes a point when we have to crack out the Backyardigan’s music.  I am used to it because we listen to the music in the daycare.  Retha is being a good sport by tolerating it.  Snacks also help keep the kids occupied.  I found barbeque flavored pork skins during one of our stops.  Erin tried her first pork skin and loved it!  We shared a bag and when it ran out she was mad.  Erin kept growling at me, “Momma, you ate my pigs!”  She didn’t stop until I promised to get another bag.  Believe me, she will hold me to that promise too.

After so many years of being away from the south I forgot that referring to “Yankees” may not necessarily mean the baseball team.  Even though my family hasn’t lived in the northeast since I was 3 years old, I guess we are still considered Yankees because of our lack of a southern accent.  As it’s been told to me, a yankee is someone who visits the south and a “damn yankee” is someone who moves into the south.  I was unaware that we had crossed into Pennsylvania (it was about 2:30PM).  I noticed the exit numbers reset back to “one.”  When I asked, if we were in Pennsylvania, Alan said, “Don’t you recognized Yankee country?”  I took a big whiff and said, “Aaah…that wonderful Yankee air!”

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