Funny Messy Life

   I make my home in the Deep South. Northeast Georgia to be exact. I was born and raised here, I love our traditions, I love and respect my mama, I’m proud that there’s a church on every corner, and my rear end is plopped on the couch every Saturday in the fall because behind God and family, college football is king. Go Dawgs.    BUT …..    I’m not your typical southern boy. In fact, I spend my days expecting any minute to hear a knock at the door because I’m finally getting the visit from the South-Land Authentication Authority Works, otherwise known as S.L.A.A.W. They’ll be asking me to hand over my southern card.      “Ye’uns ain’t from around these parts, ere ya?”    “Yes, sir. I was born and raised right here in the Peach State. I like grits!”    “Oh yeah? Cooked or instant?”    “Instant.”    “Hand over that cahhhhhhd!”      It’s true. I prefer instant grits to cooked every single time. It’s what I grew up with and I like the taste. I particularly favor the brand with the Quaker guy on the front. That a