For some reason, we all feel compelled to respond when someone sneezes. Does it make sense? I don't know. Do we respond when people burp? Possibly, if it's a good one. When people hiccup, we just respond with advice. Hold your breath. Eat some sugar. Boo! But yes, we do absolutely respond for a sneeze. My Proper Southern Baby Girl sneezed in the presence of her great aunt over the weekend. She very properly responded with "scat." My husband had never heard that. I tried to explain that it was short for "scat cat." I can either assume that it is a Southern thing or that he once again has missed out on some part of pop culture. Kind of like when I made a reference to stayin' gold ponyboy. Okay, I sometimes speak too much pop culture, but come on, it's The Outsiders. Anyway, I had not thought about "scat cat" in a while. I always liked it when people said that when I was a kid. I remember it making me smile, even though bodily fluids were dripping abundantly from my nose. We have been saying "Bless your little heart" when the Proper Southern Baby Girl sneezes. I stole that from my sister. We may have to throw in a "scat cat" now and then.
I saw this product in a grocery store in Alabama recently. Only in the South will you find a food product that is branded by a type of camouflage. Who loves their camouflage so much that they feel a need to eat a breakfast named after it? People love their Clark shoes and Gap t-shirts. I do not have a desire to have a Clark waffle or Gap cracklin' cornbread. All I'm saying is that I don't get it. I don't know if the product is good; I'm just saying that I'm not certain I would have come up with this. It's like camouflage underwear. I just don't see the need. Let me know if you have tried the Realtree Sausage Biscuit. I'm curious.
As the 10th anniversary of September 11 approaches, I think about how I spent days staying with friends. I was living in Tennessee at the time, and I was too afraid to stay alone. The world had turned upside down. I could not imagine what those people experienced, and I could not imagine being one of the responders to this horrible event. I didn’t know my husband then. He made his first trip to New York City on that day. He spent the evening of September 11, 2001 camped out in Battery Park. He was a member of the New York National Guard who had responded to guard the World Trade Center area. I had difficulty staying at my nice safe home, and he was there not knowing what could happen next. I want to say thank you to my husband and thank you to all who responded that day. Please remember all those who lost their lives and pray for their families.