Blogging In Mississippi

That’s M-I-cooked letter, crooked letter-I-crooked letter, crooked letter-I-humpback, humpback-I…to you and me.

That was how Grandma Price taught me how to spell the name of this wretched state, back when I was a young boy, eating oranges in her smoke-filled house, and trying to catch a peak at some “r-rated” movies on cable after she fell alseep in her chair. We were happily in Missouri and neither of us had any idea that I would end up in Mississippi within about 20 years.

Fortunately, I escaped this state after living here for only about a year and a half. We moved to South Cackalacki and I thought I may never have to come back here again. Thing is, the in-laws live here and it is sort of my marital duty to visit every couple of years. It just so happens, this year’s visit falls over Christmas.

The odd part…We’ve only been here for 20 hours and in that time I have only seen about 30 minutes of my in-laws. We pulled up and they scattered like ants from a magifying glass. Right now, I am the only person in the house who is awake. My wife and dad in-law are taking naps, my brother in-law went bowling, and the sister and mom in-law are shopping. Odd.

Last night I got to eat at my favorite joint in Jackson. It’s a japanese eatery owned by a really intense Vietnamese guy. When you walk in he looks at you like he’s been awake for three days trying to figure out the last three numbers of Pi. And don’t dawdle when he offers you a seat. He might just man handle you.

In two days, I get to make the long drive back across the Deep South to my home. When I get there, I don’t intend to leave the state for a long time. In fact, since my wife bought me a PS-2 for Christmas, I may not even leave Mt. Willis.

However, if things get sketchy here, I may just need an in-lawyer before I can leave Mississippi.