Kellz, LSU's influence, and being a coonass in Lawton

SNBS:

All I have to say is everyone has an opinion. If somebody posts something on their status about their opinion of somebody/something... Leave it alone. I feel that it's not up for debate. That's what debate pages, such as "Military Wives Debate," is for. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and if they post it as a status, it doesn't mean it's an open forum or up for debate. Then people get low and name-call, delete people, and take it personally.
I'm beginning to think that this social networking thing is more trouble than it's worth.

Dear persons that call me Kellz,
If you knew me when my last name started with the last letter of this nickname (or are affiliated with the 3T5D recruiting station), this rant is not for you. Those of you who have only known me from my husband's new career please do not call me Kellz, Kellie Z, Z, Z-bert, etc. Those people who call me any of those names are those from HOME and close to my heart. That's not to say that you aren't, but it's just something that drives me nuts. Pet peeve, if you will.

I found myself getting dressed this morning with the influence of my old boss from LSU. I know some of you know what I'm talking about this when I say this. I have on grey skinny jeans, a navy high collar ruffle top, black cardigan, skinny black waist belt, and black kitten heels. I feel like Leslie... Just with less dollar value behind my wardrobe pieces. I can't exactly tell if this is a good thing... Oh, not to mention the fact that my hair is now the style of hers.
For the time that I worked for Leslie, I felt like I had to dress for approval. I started blowing countless dollars on tops and jeans from LOFT or Banana Republic. Shorts with cuffs and pleats. Flats and kitten heels instead of converse and running shoes. I carried a canvas tote for class instead of my book sack. I started carrying a large purse instead of my ID holder key chain.
All of these things have stuck with me. Again I say, I'm not sure it's a good thing. I guess it can be since we are all now "big boys and girls" with "big boy and girl" jobs.

I just moved in an interesting older couple into our complex... The lady asked me where I was from and I replied, "Baton Rouge, Louisiana." Who the hell knows where Denham Springs is if you aren't from there?! I just save myself the explanation and say I'm from Baton Rouge. The man's eye light up with excitement as the words "YOU'RE A COONASS!" come spilling from his mouth. His lady slaps him on the knee as if what he said was rude.
The man says, "Tell'em babe! That's what you're called down there!" First of all, do not call me babe. You are old enough to be my father... possibly grandfather with the way teens whore around these days. He continues to ask me a series of questions like "Do you eat craw dads?" "Do you suck the BRAINS OUT?!" "Have you ever eaten... what do you guys... or should I say 'y'all,' call it 'gator?" "What does it really taste like?!" "Have you ever eaten turtle?!" Of course the answer to all of these is "yes."
When I say moving here was like culture shock... I'm not lying. It's kind of like when I took my trip to visit Lindsey Sims. Everyone who asks where you're from is fascinated with life back at home.
So, for all you back home enjoying the beginning of Crawfish season... eat a few pounds for me!


Alright. What's up today people?
It's the WEEKEND!
Talk to me.