Is nowhere safe?

For Christmas, my husband wanted a golf membership and how could I deny such a request.

He wanted one from Centennial Golf Course, so we went to utilize his benefits this past weekend. Let me tell you, we may live in Tennessee but it was still pretty cold; the weatherman was way off target! HAHA Although the weatherman was way off base, there were still a lot of people playing on the course.

I enjoy spending my day on the golf course with my husband, and although I am a horrible golfer, I think it is a fun sport to play. You’re probably wondering where I am going with this, believe me I am getting there. By the ninth hole, which let me tell you, was a HARD hole even for the greatest of players, I gave up on that hole.

I had to use the bathroom, so when we drove up to the green of that hole, I walked into the clubhouse and warm up. I was walking out of the clubhouse back down to the green of the ninth hole. I look out and there are two golf carts full of men standing by the door. I just ignore them and walk, I hear some laughing/snickering.

As I got about 50 feet from them, I hear a man shout “Alooooooooo-HA.” And they all start laughing. In that split second, I thought to myself, I had a choice, to ignore or to say something. I decided to say something.

I stopped, turned around and said REALLY loud for all to hear, “OH YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY?!?” Dead silence. “IT’S NOT FUNNY.” and I turned around and walked back down to my husband. Who of course thought that I was yelling at him.

I explained to him what happened and he just shook his head, and he knew I was upset. I was upset that even at a place where I find peace, I get gawked at and ridiculed.

I talked to him and we decided, that going forward, if anyone says anything about me in that manner. I will NOT tolerate it and I will not be nice anymore. I am used to be being blunt and honest and speaking my mind. I feel like I lost a piece of me when I moved down here, because I should be more patient and “nicer;” they call it “Southern Hospitality.”

There is nothing hospitable about the way these people treat me. The way they decided to approach me, the one that does not look like them, just does not have any class. Can’t they just speak it quietly among themselves if they have to?

So from this day forward, I am going to be the nasty Yankee that they perceive me as. I am going to get in their face and make them regret ever doing it again. Because obviously, the approach I am taking right now is not working.

Wish me luck on my endeavors!! Do you have any stories like this?

XOXO

Christine

The New Language

Living in New  York for 28 years, I always thought that the words we said and phrases that we said were all understandable and EVERYONE knew what they meant. I was so sure that anytime I talked to my friends they knew EXACTLY what I meant…

It all changed when I moved to Tennessee

Ya’ll, fixin to do something and yuns….What do these words mean? Believe me i was shocked. I was eating dinner with my in laws one night and the server came up and asked, “Whatchyuns like to drink?” I lowered the menu and my mother in law looked at my face and started laughing. She knew it was all over my face. THE LOOK that I had NO IDEA what he just said.

Basically, WHACTYUNS is WHAT WOULD YUNS….YUNS as in YOU GUYS. So what would you guys like to drink.

It was really a mind blowing experience.

As three years have rolled by, let me share with you some other wonderful words that have come to light in my life:

Fixin to… Basically means getting ready to do something “Fixin to go meet some friends.”

Ya’ll … You know, YOU ALL. Or everyone “Ya’ll coming over after the game?”

Plum…not the fruit, but an adjective, extremely. “My shoes are plum worn out!”

shit fiiire….this is one of my persona favorites. it just means something bad. LOL

Lordy Day or God Bless…  I say this when I am not trying not to use the Lord’s name in vain. I am trying to get away from using the GD here. they frown upon that.

Seen…. we all know what seen means but here it is used as “I seen your cousin yesterday”

I am not going to lie and say that I have not used these words or phrases before. After three years they have been implanted into my brain and after these years I now have learned to understand these words more and more. It amazes me how things can differ from region to region in the great United States of America.

What do you guys think? Have you ever been to a part of the country where you did not understand a word?

XOXO

Christine

A “Working” Night to Remember

Last weekend on Oct 19th, I was able to be a part of a beautiful wedding celebration. My husband and I sold our season tickets to the Tennessee vs. South Carolina game [WE BEAT SC!!!! GO VOLS!] to celebrate the union between one of my greatest friends and my new friend! It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception was ROCKING!

My husband without fail was the LIFE OF THE PARTY!! I mean Gangnam Style Dancing, shirt ripping, Hulk Hogan impersonating, & twerking the bride for the photographers kind of party animal! LOL

I was told AT LEAST 10 times..

“THAT is yours!”

Yes, THAT big, white man is MY husband!

(The reception was held at the Green Building in Brooklyn, New  York. Not my friends, but a picture from the website!)

The music was great, the atmosphere was great because we were there celebrating with friends and when your husband is running around taking selfies with your friends, you cannot ask for a better night.

The memories were priceless.

The one memory that trumps all memories of memories was AFTER the wedding.

I was of course some of the few sober people at this shindig, I ALWAYS enjoy watching the crowd and seeing what happens, because, let’s be real, SOMEONE needs to be able to tell the stories after everyone is sober. lol My brother (one of the Best Men, SUCH a proud big sister!) was asking for our help, and when I mean our, I mean the sober ones!

A few of the guests were unable to drive their vehicles to the hotel that they were staying at, so he was asking for us to drive people to the hotel with their vehicles and basically shuttle, park and make sure they all made it back in one piece. How could I say no, these are my friends, and even if I did not know them I would still do it. So after an hour we finally got down to the one minivan to drive back to the Green Building so that we could finally depart to go home. This is where it gets very good!

We were waiting for one more designated driver to come down, but we also picked up another friend to thought they lost their phone. SO, let’s set the scene. Two guys come down, we send one back because we did not have anymore room. He goes back up, and then we have the one designated driver and our friend that lost his phone at the venue and wanted to go back to check. My cousin and his fiance in the back seat my brother driving, my husband sitting shotgun and me sitting behind my brother. We finally breathe a sigh of relief as the night is almost over.

We are cruising down the main road to get back to the venue when we get pulled over, BY A FORD FUSION/FOCUS. Our initial reaction is wondering if Best Man was speeding. We just wait to see what it is about.  A man with an NYPD badge around his neck comes around asks my brother to get out of the vehicle and takes him to the undercover car.

Out of nowhere 3 or 4 other officers with flashlights start shining the lights into the car, and then start opening the sliding doors and my husband is trying to look for the registration and the insurance in the glove compartment. Then a woman [which we found out later was the supervisor] NYPD officer comes over with a flashlight, turns off the van and then points the flashlight into our faces and just asks “What is your relationship to the driver?” She is talking to one of our friends that we picked up. He says he is a friend. She says “do you personally know him?” and he says, “yes.” Then she asks where this vehicle’s original destination is from. This is when I knew things were getting crazy.

I decided to speak, ” the Green Building.” What is the green building? “it’s a venue that you can rent out for a wedding. we are just trying to get back to our cars because we all drove cars for the people that could not drive and dropped them off at the hotel. The driver is the best man and he is also my brother.” He’s your brother? Where does he live? “Michigan” where do you live? “Tennessee” so if he is your brother then he would know where you live right? “yes” do you have ID? “Yes, can i have it please?” She takes my ID and then a few minutes later my brother gets back to the car, hands me my ID and I was like WHAT DID THEY SAY!

He said that the woman told those guys to pull us over because she said we looked very suspicious doing U Turns in front of the hotel. Picking people up and dropping people off and coming back a few times. My brother also said that they did not want to pull us over but their supervisor made them. She asked him, “Who is the woman sitting behind you?” He said my sister. “Where does she live?” Tennessee.

So of course a car full of Asians and one White guy dressed in our wedding best looked very suspicious dropping people off and picking people up from the hotel.  If they were really watching us, they would have noticed that we had dropped off three cars with people that were stumbling into the hotel and we made sure they checked in and then parked their cars. I mean obviously this was not the right car to get, because a block away from where they pulled us over was a minivan SURROUNDED by women in short short mini skirts, plastic heels, and no jackets on. I mean seriously!

Overall though, I must say this was a bonding moment for all of us, although it just frustrated us more because we were just trying to get home. We also were just trying to do the right thing, but we got interrogated instead! We can of course laugh about it now, and we still do because that was a first for all of us in the car. Also in the end we all just made it out of there without any other further issues.

The only part that makes me think more is, I did not think any of us looked like “working” girls/guys LOL but maybe I need to rethink my outfit choices?? HAHA

Congratulations to my friends on their marriage!

Thanks for the fun night!

XOXO

Christine

How Long Have You Been in the Country?

Part One

One of the first times I ever left the Northeast was to see my husband [he was my boyfriend at the time] in his home state of…you guessed it. Tennessee.

Confession: I am obsessed with aquariums. Yes, I have a list of them and I have highlighted all of the aquariums I have gone too. I also don’t care about how many times we go to the same aquarium… I LOVE THEM. [Except the Ripley’s chain…. I have noticed that those are all the same]

For my birthday he was taking me to TWO aquariums! [My birthday falls around Valentine’s Day so we were killing two birds with one stone….long distance relationships…sigh]

First stop was the Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga, TN. It was amazing! Love the place. To this day I think I have been there over a dozen times…can you tell I am OBSESSED?

We were walking around and exploring each exhibit and we stumbled upon the sturgeon tank, which also was a touch tank. We walked over to it and noticed there was a older woman volunteer standing there, and this is when it gets interesting.

Lake Sturgeon

Volunteer: Good Afternoon! How are ya’ll doing today.

Us: Great! Thank you

Volunteer: Well, where are ya’ll visiting from?

Hubs: Well I’m from Knoxville

Me: I’m from New York

Volunteer: [looking directly at me…] Oh, okay. Well how long have you been in the country?

Hubs looks at me with that devious smile of, I know you’re going to be angry…and at this exact moment I am so floored at the question. I mean really? I just said I was from NEW YORK?!?! That is a part of THIS country. The United States of America!

Me: 27 years, my whole life. I was born and raised in New York.

Volunteer: Oh. [Like she does NOT understand how I was not from another country]

Now, you would think that it would end there right? Absolutely Not! I was amazed already at the conversation we were having…but there’s more!

To be continued…

XOXO

Christine

It’s that time…

ImageIt’s football time in Tennessee!

Ever since I was little I remember watching football. Let me tell you, it is probably one of my favorite sports to watch. In my house we grew up as an NFL family, rooting for the New York Giants is priority and one of the greatest moments of our honeymoon was meeting Jerry Rice while he was shopping for golf gear in the Nike Store! We were never into NCAA football, but my father did watch, and we always hated “The U” and I rooted for the Florida State Seminoles…that was as much as I knew about college football; until I met my husband.

I will admit, I was not a fan of this NCAA football. Going to school in upstate New York [Go Danes!], there was never a good football program and school spirit? What’s that? haha. I did not even know how crazy this NCAA football could get, and believe me it gets crazy.

For the past three years I have been married to the Tennessee Volunteers and when football season starts there is nothing more important in my house than football . My husband’s wardrobe consists of more orange than I could ever imagine, and for example, a friend of ours commented on our honeymoon pictures on Facebook. She asked if his favorite color was orange or was he just wearing the same shirt over and over again….nope he has that much!

I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED! I DRANK THE KOOL-AID!

I wear that orange that everyone finds too bright and hideous. I thought that too, but now I wear it with a sense of pride. In the beginning it was to support my husband’s team, but now I wear it because it is OUR team! And I even have a favorite player….CURT MAGGITT #56!! 2Maggitt2Quit! So cheesy! I know. HAHA

So in honor of the start of Football season and our home opener tomorrow  here are some fun facts about the University of Tennessee’s Football team!

  • The Vols short for Volunteers got their name from the war of 1812 when Gen. Andrew Jackson asked for 2500 volunteers and instead he got 30,000. All from Tennessee!
  • We are a part of the greatest conference ever! Southeastern Conference (SEC).For you Rutgers fans, that’s like the BIG10.
  • Tennessee has won 6 National Titles and 16 conference titles!
  • The colors Orange and White are from the wild American Daisies that would grow all over the campus
  • The Pride of the Southland Marching Band is amazing!! At Halftime no one goes to the bathroom! We have the best band ever!
  • We have great traditions like running through the “T,” The Vol Walk, and General Neyland!
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  • Neyland Stadium seats 102,455 people. Yes you read that right, that’s a lot of people
  • We also have our own Vol Navy! Yes people ride their boats up to the stadium. It’s on the river!
  • The only name you need to know: Peyton Manning, Number 16. VOL FOR LIFE! [Yes, big brother to the amazing ELI MANNING!]

If you are at a game you can find us every home game in section C row 21!

You will see me there in my orange and singing Rocky Top!!

XOXO

Christine