I'm raising my pentacostal hands for you Charlie

I'm prideful when I talk about home.. my home, the place I grew up. I do believe that I had the best time every growing up.. I had the best friends ever, and I lived in the best state in the union... North Carolina...where I learned that a cook out is when you have hamburgers and hotdogs on a grill.. a barbeque is SO MUCH more than that, it's a pig pickin... they always get that wrong in Utah... and a purse is where you put your change, a pocket book is where you put your change purse, and a bill fold, can also be called a wallet....and so what if I still say oil in a way that makes you laugh, it's the proper way to say it... I dated a guy once who said that he knew I was mad and I said how so, and he said, your accent comes back..oh bother...that boy was dumber than a ten pound sack of stupid... I could tell he was lyin every time his lips moved.... but I digress.... I have a confession to make..something about me that will never, no never change.. I love T.V evangelist and Christian Rock....Joyce Myer ( the preacher lady), Joel Osteen ( I was too excited when I got to go to his church last month when I was in the Houston area... happy heart)... I still sing Michael W. Smith Songs, and DC talk.... I have ALL their cds.. I just can't give it up... sometimes when I'm getting ready in the morning, it's all I can do to not raise my pentacostal hands while I sing along...Char, I just feel it sometimes...