Thursday, September 18

Culture Shock 58

In California, we had a way to predict the weather. If you washed your car, it was a sure thing that it would rain the next day!

Not really, but it felt that way at times.

I remember sitting in traffic on highway 4 and thinking that my car had the most dirt on it. Now, my car is the cleanest I've seen lately out here in the country! If I leave it out for a day or drive by someone using their tractor, my car is the dirtiest until the next rainfall, which could be tomorrow!

Saturday, August 30

Culture Shock 57

I came to a realization the other day as we had some summer thunder storms pass through.

My 9 year old didn't understand what rain was 'til he was 4. Four years in California and it barely rained.

My 20 month old knows what rain is! It rains at least once a week here in Mississippi. We stop to watch, or listen, or play in it!

Both boys love the feel of rain on their faces! Refreshing and cool after long hot summer days!

Thursday, August 28

Culture Shock 56

I was in shock so I didn't think to snap a picture.

Driving down the highway, the flatbed truck in front of me had a huge black plastic garbage bag flapping in the wind. My eyes naturally went to the moving plastic.

My mind wasn't sure what it saw at first. Two hooves hanging out. Two furry legs. A big thigh used for running or jumping.

Something furry. Something dead. I'm thinking a llama or a calf. It wasn't too big. Something juvenile. Something very dead... in a plastic bag... practically hanging off of this guys truck.

Not something I'm used to seeing!

Sunday, August 24

Culture Shock 55

Gas stations smell.

California has a few stations that, when you get in your car, you have that after-taste in your mouth still. It's in the air.

Maybe it's the heat or the humidity. I can't think of a station in Mississippi that does not have that taste. I know that some people don't mind the smell, though it bothers me.

I'm thinking that California has so many laws and additives that the smell is less prevalent. I'm not sure. But this culture shock is not a pleasant one for me.

Culture Shock 54

Gotta love facebook for receiving the latest news. Faster than the tv stations even!

I just found out: I missed an earthquake. I wasn't there. I don't have a story to tell about where I was when it hit, although it seems most people were in bed.

For those not from earthquake territory, it may be hard to comprehend. There is a feeling in your stomach like a roller coaster ride. A feeling you never forget. Each earthquake is different.  "You made it through 'this' one," your gut tells you. One more closer to the "big one."

I am so thankful to hear that all my family and friends are fine. A few broken plates but lives still living!

Thursday, August 21

Culture Shock 53

A friend thought I should write a blog post about the music we sang at choir practice.

Although my church growing up would probably not have picked that song to sing, gospel songs and spirituals are not foreign to me!

I've been in a few gospel choirs. I love old spirituals. And I was the token white girl in an all black gospel church choir when I lived in Atlanta.

For some,  this music might be new, but I'm an old pro and this music makes my heart sing!

Saturday, August 9

Culture Shock 52

What a wonderful difference in the highways here! Besides the lack of traffic most of the time, the on-ramps are marvelous.

I think it will be so much easier to teach Nick to drive. When my mom was teaching me to get onto the freeway back home, she regrettably chose an on-ramp that was short and consisted of a 270° turn. We actually had to stop on the ramp because of the flow of traffic, my mom being distracted by teaching me, and the degree of the turn. It was horrifying to be stopped on the freeway as cars zoomed past.

The highways in southwest Mississippi are not crowded. They have long on-ramps so you have time to merge. And it is common courtesy for drivers to move over to the left for merging vehicles.

Thank you, Mississippi!

Wednesday, August 6

Culture Shock 51

"Oh my gravy!"
That is a new saying for me!

Heard a story about a teacher who doesn't let her kiddos say, "Oh my god." She teaches them to say gravy instead.

Correct me if I'm wrong friends from California! Would a teacher get away with that?! I think a teacher would get reprimanded for telling a student they couldn't say the word god in the classroom, especially in this way.

It was a shock to me to hear this. It is an elementary teacher, but still. It is something that would be approached with caution in California for sure!