Howdy Y'all

People look at me funny sometimes. Not like I care or nuffin. You're probably wondering where I'm goin with all this a'int chya? Just bare with me. I'm from a lil place called Salem, Utah. It's a relativity small town but it continues to grow. Why, we even gone and got our selves a da-burn Hikes School! And a mighty fancy one at that! Now even though I'm a small town boy and like Salem a lot I don't seem to fit in. It seems quite sill. It seems kinda queer, but I'll tell ya why so listen here... I talks kinda funny...

Now what does that mean exactly you say? Well, ya see in Utah, for some reason finds it funny to talk like a redneck. Now I'm not sayin that I'm a hill billy redneck. Its just the way I talks has some what of it's own personality that I likes keepin alive. So Utah, y'all jus gonna hav ta deal wiff it ight! hahahaha I think I started noticing all this when I started realizing that Utah is obsessed with saying "you guys."
"Hey are you guys going to the movies tonight?"
"What are you guys up to?"
"Hey You Guys!"

Its weird! I don't get it! And I admit, I've even fallen in to that trend for a long time till I went to Houston, Texas selling security (which I have yet to blog about). I was saying "you guys" a lot down in ol H-Town and people would call me on it all the time. Slowly I started to fall out of that. Not because I'm a conformist in any sense, but because of two wonderfully beautiful words that have been merged together... "Y'all!"

This simple word has changed my life y'all! Fo surius! Even though I use to say it lots when I lived in Tennessee when I was younger, it has reminded me that my heart misses the south and reminds me of simpler times. I'm not blogging bout this to explain myself to the state of Utah at all. I'm more advertising the way I talk so it can sell here in Utah. And if no one buys it than it'd be they loss! Who needs grammar when y'all understand what it is I'm sayin?! Come on Utah, live a lil y'all! Embrace your inner redneck!

Y'all Come Back Na Ya Here!

The Roommate that is Garrett

I'd like to talk to you about my roommate. I mean it seems pretty fitting since really, with out him I wouldn't have this blog. I don't own my own laptop see so I had to make do with his while he's at work. So for my first post I'm going to pay tribute to the guy- Nay, the man, and his name is Garrett.
Lets go back to the time when we all wore Quicksilver and listened to Good Charlotte because we thought it was cool. I've known Garrett since sophomore year of high school when we were on the same soccer team. No we weren't "on the team." We weren't good enough to parade our "talents" for Spanish Fork High School. We were on whats called a "club" team. Which is Nebo School District's definition for "the kids that aren't good enough but shouldn't feel left out" team. To this day I can't remember what our name was. I don't even think we had one, all I know is that our uniforms were checkered red with a flaming soccer ball on the top right of the chest. We were in high school, so naturally we called ourselves "The Flamers." Yeah, that was the depth of mine and a select few's hilarity humor Spanish Fork High had to offer. Turns out the joke was on us cause we sucked somethin awful I'll tell ya. Just think about that for a moment. We, who couldn't make our high school team were playing against other people who weren't even good enough to make their own school team either! Talk about last place in yo face right thurr.
Any way, I got off subject. Garrett and I lost touch of one another after high school. Well that's putting it lightly. We lost touch after soccer and went about our lives... Until years later, in a galaxy far far away... Or to some of you Houston, Texas. Some how we managed to make the same decision to work in the security system business from a mutual "half headed" friend of ours. The die was cast, and Garrett and I became roommates. After both of us came home to Utah at separate times from Texas, and for reasons I will explain in a different post that I've decided to title "The Life and Lies in H-Town," Garrett and I still stayed roommates.
So here we are! Playing Black Ops, watching Prison Break and talking about women we don't have. Typical roommate stuff from a not so typical dude. He may yell at AT&T representatives from time to time, school me in Mortal Combat, swear at the broken lazy boy chair in his late night attempts to fix it, or even leave half drank Mountain Dew Live Wire cans on the window seal for no reason what so ever; but in simplest terms... My roommate... Is A Straight Up Balla Yo!