"Southern manner of talking is characterized by polite, descriptive, and often humorous idioms, frequently utilizing metaphors related to food, animals, or heat ." ~ copied

Welcome to our podcast today. It's actually a blog to be specific, but, everyone is doing a podcast, therefore, I used that designation on this Monday, April 6, 2026. And, I do talk to myself when I am doing my blog, that means I am broadcasting my thoughts that end up on the electronic page. See? I just might be a podcaster after all. I could add that to my resume but at this late date it actually doesn't end up adding anything of value since it wouldn't, in all practicality, amount to a hill of beans. You don't get that saying? Well, bless your heart! Please don't get yourself so worked up you end up pitching a hissy fit. And, don't give me that sophisticated look with your nose so far up in the air you might just drown in a rainstorm. Being smug about it all? I see you over there grinnin like a possum eatin a sweet potato. As it relates to anything meaningful, well, seeing your input reminds me of how the porch light might be on but it's pretty clear there's no one at home. As for your response upsetting me, well, I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night. If you persist, we might just have to have us a come to Jesus meeting. I can tell you are madder than a wet hen, but, the way I see it, the things you represent, well, that dog, honey-chile, will not hunt. Some people don't really care for the lingo I use because it did originate in the deep South, but, it's how us down home folks converse. And, lest you think I'm stuck on myself so much that I think the sun comes up just to hear me crow, well, that would be wrong, wrong, wrong. I wrote all of this just to help everyone to learn how to talk to one another because when we do that in peace and harmony, well, we will enjoy it as much as a pig all laid up in a big old mud pile. (Just having a little fun with Southern slang, so don't take it seriously. Okay? Good.)

 

Yesterday, we recognized the birthday of our very first grandchild, our Tiffany. She and her family live over in San Antonio, therefore, we do not get to see her as often as we would like, but, she is ever so special to her MiMi and Poppy. It's hard to believe she celebrated her 38th and her daughter, our very first great grandchild, Madelyn Joy, she turned 16 this past January. Oh my! Our pastor will soon welcome his first, a grandson and he likes to talk about how he will be doing payback for the craziness of grandparents going on and on about their grandkids and showing him so many photos. Well, he will have to do double time to match how I responded when our Tiffany was born. My office located on the 22nd Floor of the Pennzoil Building in downtown Houston was papered over with photos of my brand new granddaughter. 

 

That's our Tiff sitting outside, all dressed up for Resurrection Day services, in the Azaleas, located downstairs almost directly under where I am sitting as I write today's edition. Memories!

I won't bore you with all the responses people had, but, needless to say they thought I had pretty much lost it. Growing up, she spent a lot of her time with us doing sleep overs and when she got older, running around with and shopping with her MiMi. That's the stuff memories are made of folks, it is, it really is. We thank God for our Tiffany and her wonderful family and we commend them into His hands, praying that He would lead, guide, and direct, in Jesus Name, Amen.