Question of the day at 4AM.
Obviously, I have trouble sleeping; it's 4am and I'm blogging. As far back as memory allows, I've never been a good sleeper and envied those who could sleep at all, let alone, sleep late.
Last night, I told Miss B I would go to yoga class with her tomorrow (heh, today). It's going to be rough seeing as how I haven't slept at all. Maybe she'll understand if I'm all dead. The thing is, when I get this bad with the insomnia I like to work out. However, it must be done early... y'know... before the 4PM death rattle begins.
We shall see how it goes, but in the meantime I'd like to pose a question prompted by the lovely, Mrs. Doubtfire (you may remember her, she's a frequent flyer).
Question of the day for those with whom I've engaged in conversation:
DO I HAVE AN ACCENT?
Or worse... an accent that would indicate I'm -sweet baby jesus forbid- of a hick background? [gasp!]
Last night, The Mister and I attended J's birthday get-together at The Four Green Fields (formerly 4 Provinces and forever known as the 4P's). It was a great turn out for J's twenty-eleventh birthday and that makes me happy. J is a Good Guy and deserves a good turn out.
Mrs. Doubtfire and Miss B were in attendance. They must think I'm a hick-job nut. The lovely, Mrs. Doubtfire shares a blog with B. Their blog (Livin' On the Red Line) is almost as funny as they are in real person. Yesterday, I got a shout out. HOWEVER, it should be noted it was in regards to how I talk and definitely mentioned my growing up in West Virginia. I inquired what she meant. Mrs. Doubtfire said something about being soft-spoken, but my attention was grabbed, shaken and stirred by the word "accent".
I spent four fucking years of college trying to lose my accent; I even took classes! Damn it to hell, give me a little too much sauce and it all comes rushing back with a crazy twang and too many syllables. It makes sense Mrs. Doubtfire would think I have an accent; I'm not sure I've ever been around either of them sober. Which speaks nothing but good things about me, right?
Call me an Early-Morning-Masochist, I need to know. Seriously.
Do I have an accent?
3 comments:
I don't know if you have an accent. I do know people are never going to stop calling that place the 4P's, so why did they bother changing it's name. It's that whole Reagan/National Airport thing.
If you do, it is not one that my Hick ears can detect...
Even if you have one there is nothing wrong with West Virginia hick accents. Although I also tried to tone mine down. I was tired of being razzed about it.
By the way, do you know much about the summersville lake area? One of your blogs mentioned you going there. My aunt really wants to go.
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