Dialogue of the town

2 quick stories....

My dad and sister took my son fishing at Pangborn Park. To everyone's surprize, he had a blast. He even almost caught one of those.... whatever kind of fish swim there. My mother and I caught up later after handling things at the "cell phone" store. Grrrr. Anyway, he gave me the rod to cast. Yeah...not for me. I sent bait flying, but no line. :-) I figured I was there to feed the fish, not catch them. Little guy kept saying," Mummy, that's not how you do it." and continued to narrate as he took the fishing pole from me and did it properly. It was very cute. Maybe time on the bay might be a good thing. Are there fish in the bay???

Anyway, as the title suggests, being home had made me appreciate the dialect of the town in which I was raised. Such words as "geturassoverher" and "amboolance", "winda" have made themselves heard many times. I am going to try and write them all down because, once you get over the trauma of it being your native tongue, it's really quite funny. This place really can be home of "King of the Hill" and that's ok.

Allrightseeya.