I guess that should be "thang"...

Seeing as I'm in the deep, big-ass mosquito south I guess my title should be spelled according to our particular drawl. However, I'm not going to be writing about NASCAR and fried food, so I should be safe. "You poor thing" is my mother's favorite phrase, whether I am deathly ill or just had a bad day. It can be said with sarcasm when I'm complaining over something she finds trivial, or with the deepest, most sincere pity when something heart-wrenching is going on.  I find myself saying it to Spider-Toddler (ST) on a regular basis, so it must be fairly ingrained in my mind from hearing it constantly for the last 22 years. It seems to be appropriate for most situations I encounter: genuine concern for a friend, congratulatory sarcasm for a family member's good fortune, or acknowledging the fact that my 20-month old really really really REALLY wants something, even though neither of us knows what or why. I hope that y'all enjoy my little foray into blogging, after reading blogs everyday for the past 3 or 4 years, I decided to step up and try to be a big girl.