Half-Assed like you've never seen it before!

There have been a lot of posts lately about boobs, or so it seems. I thought I would point out something that has always cracked me up for my Half-Assed post this weekend, that I hope will entertain both the guys and the girls around these parts.

The Simple Dude's brain child

Now I know all of you aren't country music fans, and some might think this is a very hick song. Personally, the video cracks me up more than anything. My niece hates it because she says it objectifies women. I think it shows how stupid boys are and how easily they are stunned speechless and can no longer function because their lower head takes over. If you watch the video, HE isn't doing anything except losing his mind and being sexy as hell. The women are the ones rubbing all over him. I would do the same damn thing if I could get close to that body. I'm sorry, but he just oozes sex appeal and is ALL man in all of his 6'6" glory. Once you see the video, you'll know why calling this a Half-Assed post is a bit funny.

If you know anything about Trace Adkins (and if you don't, let me educate you), he is just a big nut. So I hope you enjoy this in the spirit I think the song and video were intended...

If this offends you, then feel free to press on in your Reader and I hope you enjoy your weekend. I've never been known for pleasing everyone.

Miss Ma'am - Half-Assed Weekend post

I haven't done one in a while, so I'm going to do one of Simple Dude's Half-Assed Weekend Posts. Feel free to go steal his button and do the same.

I went to the store the other day, and this guy who was probably my age or older tried to go around me and said, "Excuse me, Miss." I smiled and moved to let him by me. I looked at the women behind the registers, and this is the conversation that took place.

Me (smiling real big): Well, that made me feel good.

Them: What did?

Me: He just said, "Excuse me, Miss." Not excuse me, Ma'am.

Them: Who?

Me: That guy who just asked you that question. You know, the one who just walked away?

Them: Yes, Ma'am.

I laughed and looked at them waiting for them to catch what they had just said. They didn't get it.

Me: He just made me feel good by calling me Miss and then you go and call me Ma'am again.

They finally caught on and both of them laughed. Of course, we talked about how much southerners are raised to say Ma'am and Sir from the time they are little so it's just second nature. The "Miss" just made me feel so much younger. And they, of course, thanked me with an added "Ma'am" as I was leaving. *sigh* Wait, what? Okay, now they are just messing with me, right?

It took me a long time to get used to the Ma'am and Sir thing down here, being raised by two Yankees. Before moving here, Sir and Ma'am were things I only heard in reference to officers in the military. I know it's a respect thing, but it makes me feel old when it's aimed at me. One of my sisters just truly HATES the whole thing. But you have to love how (for the most part) they are about manners in the south. Like Miranda Lambert says, we can pretty much compliment you and cut you down by saying, "Bless your heart!"

I will say I absolutely love that most men down here are gentlemen and will give up a seat and open a door for any woman, no matter her shape, size, ethnic background, or class. It's refreshing to know chivalry isn't dead. The south gets a lot of knocks, but not having manners is NOT usually one of them.

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Feel free to go read my post the other day about whether or not I am truly a Southerner or a Yankee.

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Hmmmmm, Rhett Butler. A scoundrel, but still a gentleman!

Screwy Street... My Half-Assed Weekend Post

I've decided to jump on the Simple Dude's bandwagon and try my hand at his "My Half-Assed Weekend Post."

I am all about editing and criticizing pointing out stupid things in movies and the world that aren't right. You know, like a car going around a corner in a high-speed chase with a dent down the side of the car, and when they go around the next corner, no dent. Those types of things drive me bananas! I really need a job as an editor and/or researcher, so speak up if you know where I can find one.

Anyway, I've posted before about things that I've seen in my world or on TV that are not right like in my "Something's Wrong with this Picture" post. Most of you weren't around back then so check it out. It's short and sweet, but if you're anything like me (and you must be to be here and reading this), you'll enjoy it.

To get to my point, there is this town near mine that I have to go to on occasion because they have a Walmart and we don't. The quickest way to get to many of the things in that town that I want to see is through a bad neighborhood, so I don't dilly-dally in that area. But, as I was driving out of that town one day, I happened to glance down a side street (because you don't want to be caught looking at the drug dealers) and saw something that amused me.

Now, as you can see, this is a one-way street. Why the hell is there a stop sign at the other end? Is it because they KNOW crackheads are going to be driving the wrong way down this street, and they want to make sure they know not to just drive across the other street? I'm sorry, but that just gave me a chuckle. And I love all of my followers, but I am NOT stopping beside two crack houses to take a picture. I really don't know what you all would do without me if the drug dealers shot me because they think I'm a narc. Well, not that I think your lives would be devastated or anything, but it's nice to think you'd at least notice if I was gone. There are many ways I've thought of leaving this world, but being killed trying to get a picture for my blog is not one of them!