Guess what?  I am a Yankee.  You may not have known that based on my blog.  I was born and raised in the north.  After I married I have spent about four years in the midwest and about five years in the north and then we moved south about five years ago.  Why am I sharing all of this with you?  Well, hang in there, I will get to my point.  This post was floating around in my head before I fell asleep last night.  Some posts have done that in the past, but I never remember them.  This one, I did.

Let me begin by saying to all my southern friends...I know what "bless your heart" really means.  I know that it is code for, "too pathetic to live".  My good southern friends already know that I have deciphered this code, but I think it is important that everyone knows that I know.

Let us look at some daily life examples:

Suzy and Joan are discussing Mary and her new hair color.  "Mary had her hair colored the other day.  Poor thing.  Her blonde hair has turned green and has a slight "burnt" smell...bless her heart."

Or another:

"Marsha says she can fit in a size 8, but a size ten would not fit over her ankle...bless her heart"

Okay, I think you are getting my drift.  Before I get a bunch of comments that you are dropping my blog like a hot potato, let me explain myself.  I do know that there are times when you are "blessing my heart" because I really need it blessed.  I know I am not ALWAYS "too pathetic to live".  I just needed to give you some background.

I am visiting my family in the north.  Do you have those blessings in your life who feel the need to say what they are thinking without regard to the effect?  Of course, we all do.  Well, I had a "bless your heart" moment yesterday.  You all are going to love the irony.

I was told that I had purple circles under my eyes and that I needed to get more sleep.  Now, she did not say "bless your heart", but I definitely heard it!  She asked if I was sleeping enough and I stated that, in fact I had gotten a good night sleep the night before.  She look troubled as to the reason for my circles (which I really could not find without a flourescent lightbulb).  I told her, "Oh, I am just getting old and ugly."  She nodded her head in agreement and then asked how old I was.  When I told her, she continued to nod.  BLESS MY HEART!!!