The Wednesday Funnies...

Hey y'all!

I saw this on Facebook, shared on my page and I had to post for the funnies...

Funny but True...

Chivalry is not dead, just in a coma

I love to be treated like a lady. What woman doesn't?

I wouldn't say that I prefer to be treated as the weaker sex but I have no desire to be compared to a man... in any way. I drive a 4X4 F150 because not only do I like the room, I like to be seen on the interstate and the highway by other trucks... meaning the BIG ones. I used to drive a car and had way too many close calls when I was driving. I wear jeans and cowboy boots, but I love to wear dresses. I've been known to put on a pair of Roebuck overalls and work out in the yard, but I prefer to wear gloves... cute pink ones. I also like to hunt, I am a great shot... but I want to look "cute" in my camo and the husband says it's not meant to be cute. I like to be girlie! However... I do not, nor have I ever wanted to be treated equal to a man. Yep... I said it. If the husband and I go out to dinner, I want him to sign for the check... even though we have a joint bank account. I want the door opened for me. I prefer him to drive when we go somewhere regardless if he makes me carsick or not (which he does... sorry Babe). I like for things to be taken care of for me. I want to be spoiled! Is it too much to ask for? Some days I really think it is, but I like a true "Southern Gentleman".

So today... while visiting a friend in the hospital I was completely shocked by one young man. He was waiting at the elevator like anyone else would, but when the door opened and the bell dinged that it was time for us board for our destination... the young man, about the age of 15, graciously extended his hand, gestured towards the open doors and said ..... "after you ma'am".

really???

We boarded the elevator and still shocked and slightly lightheaded after what had just happened, I looked at the young man and said "your kindness and respect will take you a long way in life, tell your Momma thank you" and at that point the young man smiled at me and said "thank you ma'am, I will".

I was in complete amazement. At first glance I judged this young man by the way he was dressed... that he would be more interested in texting on his phone or completely ignore that there was another person there when in fact he shocked me with manners. Manners... something a lot of youth these days don't have.

I appreciate the fact that the young man said ma'am, that he gestured for me to go first... I appreciate it that his parents took the time to teach him to open the door for other people. We are known for our sweet tea, southern drawl, and our overbearing charm but it just doesn't happen in the south as much as it should anymore.  People get in such a hurry these days that they forget there are others around them. I worked in the public school system for a number of years and have seen so many children that were disrespectful to adults... it broke my heart. The young man I had the encounter with today warmed my heart to know that there is still hope for chivalry in the south. 

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Ok fellas... so here are some tips for you taken from http://www.manofthehouse.com/ that might help you win some "Brownie Points" next time you want to impress your gal.

Opening the door. Now I know you probably open the door for her already. But what about the car door? When was the last time you got to your destination with her, got out, walked around the car and opened the door for her?

Pull the chair out for her. When you take her out to dinner, pull out her chair, let her step up to the table and gently push the chair in so that she can sit down. If you want to bump it up a bit, do this on a regular basis at home when you eat together.

Help her on and off with her coat. When you're leaving with her to go out to dinner, help her on with her coat, and help her off with it again when you reach your destination.

Stand up when she does. If your wife needs to use the restroom during dinner, when she stands up, stop eating and stand up yourself. While she's gone, you can sit back down. When you see her coming back, stand up, walk around the table and pull the chair out for her to sit down

Now if you're generally never this attentive to her, she's going to think something's up. She will likely think that you're trying to get lucky or that you're buttering her up for some reason. When she asks you (and she will) what is up with you, just tell her "This is my way of showing you how special you are to me." I know that sounds corny but something like that will melt her heart, especially if it comes from you.

Imagine this if you will. It's Saturday night, you get a sitter for the kids and tell your wife that you have dinner reservations at a nice restaurant downtown. You help her on with her coat and hold the house door and the car door open for her.

Once at the restaurant, you help her off with her coat and help her get seated at the table. When she leaves to visit the restroom, you stand up until she leaves. When you see her returning, again you stand up and help her get seated.

After dinner, you help her on with her coat, out of the restaurant and into your car. When you arrive back home, you park and help her out of the car. You just earned a major number of points with your wife and it was all pretty simple. If you do this on a regular basis, your wife will surely match you kindness for kindness.

that day

I don't want to talk about the storm. I don't want to talk about how hard it hit the south. I don't want to talk about the fact that my father lost his best friend. I don't want to have to relive the horrible weekend that I had, but I need to. I need to talk about it, because if I don't I swear I will surely go insane.

My mother called me at 12:30 on Wednesday night to tell me that my Pop's oldest and dearest friend Robert Jenkins had been killed in the Tornado that swept through Clarke Co. that day.

Every important event in my life and my sister's life, he was present. He treated my sister and I like we were his own children. Showing us love and affection. Which in turn helped me create a lasting bond with his daughter, that she would always be my like my sister. So, I can see where it upset me. I can see how I could be so emotional. I've never lost anyone that close to a tragedy. I still don't believe it.

My husband went to the call that night to help find people, but law enforcement wouldn't let any of the County Volunteers down to the site. I'm glad he didn't see him.

I just want to ask God "Why?" I don't understand why this happened. I know that he lets bad things happy to bring us closer to him, but couldn't there have been another way?

I didn't go to work on Thursday, instead I bought a dozen Chance and Dooley doughnuts and  went to have coffee with my dad. We managed to eat almost the whole box without even thinking about it. Robert was my father's best friend. There is no other way to put it. He started working for him part time when he was in his teens.... 42 years ago. I'm not joking when I say .... life-long friend. He was always there to help when it came to working on the Pipe Organ, the Monday Night Group. As long as I can remember, the guys would get together and bull shit around, tinker with the Pipe Organ at the Temple Theater, or work on some project my dad had come up with.

The funeral was on Saturday... I was nauseated and on the verge of tears the entire time. I held it together mostly, except for a couple of times. One thing that will always stick out in my mind, his hands. Robert had rough weathered working man hands... but not on Saturday. They didn't look like his hands. Maybe that is why the reality of all this hasn't set in yet? It didn't look like him at all.

The storms destroyed the south. I pray for the people that were affected by it, but most of all I pray that God will fill the void in my heart.