gotta love lil’ rhody

the pains of living in rhode island… now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a cute little place with sort-of a big heart (if you look in the right places), but having spent almost 7 years here i can tell you… somethin’ just ain’t right about these folks.

i claim texas as my home…  i am not much of a true texan, but i carry the accent to this day, i bleed bbq and shiner bock. and will forever melt just a little bit when someone calls me darlin’. so, one would think that the lack of grammar and annunciation of rhode islanders’ wouldn’t drive me nuts, but it does. let me preface this post by saying that i am no authority on the subject and i, myself, cannot spell, i constantly run words together and am a fan of slang in general. there is poor grammar all over this blog.

with that said, i would like to let all of rhode island know that the word is DRAWER, not DRAW. draw is something you do, an action… not a place in which you put your pencils, spoons, papers, or anything else you are trying to hide when company comes over.

and for the love of all that is right in the world, the term is “side by side” not “side by each”… side by each makes no damn sense. none at all.

there is also the fact that a chili (actually not chili… it’s meat sauce, so much more appetizing, right?) dog has the lovely name of a “gagger”… sure i’ll take 3 all the way. actually, the proper definition is:  a small hotdog with natural casing, slathered in mustard, meat sauce, chopped onions, and celery salt served on a steamed bun.

while we are on food. gravy is gravy. creamy white (or dark) served over biscuits or mashed potatoes. not tomato sauce. it makes complete sense why most of you never stray from your neighborhoods… 20 minutes is not too far to drive to visit friends, and no, you don’t need a passport to get over the bridge.

oy.