North and South

Been very busy this season as the weather is beautiful here and wintery in the north. We have travelers from all over Canada this year and made some great friends over the past few months. Hopefully their travels will bring them back to visit another year as well.
All these visitors from the NORTH made me think of an email I recently received. Some fun advise for visitors from up north...
FOR NORTHERNERS TRAVELING SOUTH . .
In the South:
*If you run your car into a ditch, don't panic. Four men in a four-wheel drive pickup truck with a tow chain will be along shortly. Don't try to help them, just stay out of their way. This is what they live for.
*Don't be surprised to find movie rentals and bait in the same store....do not buy food at this store.
*Remember, "y'all" is singular, "all y'all" is plural, and "all y'all's" is plural possessive.!
*Get used to hearing "You ain't from round here, are ya?"
*Save all manner of bacon grease. You will be instructed later on how to use it.
*Don't be worried at not under standing what people are saying. They can't understand you either. The first Southern statement to creep into a transplanted Northerner's vocabulary is the adjective "big'ol," truck or big'ol" boy. Most Northerners begin their Southern-influenced dialect this way. All of them are in denial about it.The proper pronunciation you learned in school is no longer proper.
*If you hear a Southerner exclaim, "Hey, y'all, watch this," you should stay out of the way. These are likely to be the last words he'll ever say.
*If there is the prediction of the slightest chance of even the smallest accumulation of snow, your presence is required at the local grocery store. It doesn't matter whether you need anything or not. You just have to go there.
*Do not be surprised to find that 10-year olds own their own shotguns, they are proficient marksmen, and their mammas taught them how to aim

AND REMEMBER: If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits. ('jus kiddin')
Send this to four people that ain't related to you, and I reckon your life will turn into a country music song 'fore you know it.Your kin would get a kick out of it too!

Cute, huh? I'm a transplanted Northerner myself and felt immediately Texan when I moved here 20 years ago. Nothin' beats Southern hospitality.

Happy Travels.