I got to take the vaccuum for a spin today and the difference in the carpet is dramatic. M walked out of his MattCave, looked at the carpet and said “I remember that colour.” And I’m somewhat embarassed to say that I had a lot of fun doing it. I’m worried that I’m one step away from becoming that woman in the Swifer commercial. Even Zeus didn’t run from the machine. He didn’t run up to it either, but he was able to give it a couple of sideways glances and go about his business (of sleeping) largely unfazed. Thank you Mummy.
Topic switch
Yesterday I was informed by a man in the elevator at M’s Mum’s place that “I’m not from around here.” At first I was concerned that I had “small town” written on my forehead, or was clearly wearing totally the wrong shoes for Toronto, or at the very least Etobicoke. No, according to this man, it was my accent. After informing him that I live in Toronto, but I’m from Kingston, he responded “Oh, I would have said Texas.” Texas, eh? This lead me to a variety of thoughts. One, this man had never actually spoken to a person from Texas, or heard one on TV, and therefore assumed that my lighthearted and friendly elevator banter was indicative of that Texan charm you hear about. Two, my Ottawa Valley accent was on in full force and I sounded a bit like a hick. This man must believe that all hicks are from Texas. Three, it was just a really, really bad way of making conversation.
Normally I’d just be amused by it, like when people in the past have made assumptions about my job or ethnicity, (Being of a pretty vanilla background, I’m always a little flattered to hear that someone thinks of me as exotic or from somewhere else.) however this is, like, the third time someone has asked me if I’m from Texas. I’ve never even been to Texas. The closest connections I have to it is that my Dad lived there when he was young and I like the Dallas Cowboys. That’s it. Ahh well. It adds a little flavour to my background. Canadian with just a dash of Texan.
Today’s sing-a-long song: “Southern Girl” by Erica Badu
HRH
Wait wait wait… back it up. So you’re NOT a Slavic Texan studying vegetarianism? Man, I have not been paying attention…
-Alasdair
By: Anonymous on October 19, 2004
at 6:01 pm
Chel;
Just saw this post now, and how hilarious is it that I was discussing this very thing today. I also get the “where are you from? You have an accent” thing ALL THE TIME. I guess because of the red hair, they always assume I’m from Ireland.
Kingstonians must have weirder accents than we thought.
By: Anonymous on December 7, 2004
at 4:49 am