Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Things I love about Memphis

Here are just a few of the things that I love about Memphis in a very random order:

1.  The view of the city at night when you come across the Hernando DeSoto Bridge.
2.  The BBQ!!! 
3.  Beale Street (Silky O'Sullivans is my favorite place... I'm Irish what do you expect) 
4.  The Indy films and major films that come to shoot in Memphis.
5.  Memphis in May/ Music Fest.
6.  Any given weekend there is some sort of benefit happening. 
7.  St. Jude and Le Bonheur Children's Hospital 
8.  Sun Studio (I've been there three times and will soon go again, I love Johnny Cash!) 
9.  Graceland... I've never actually been there, but it's Elvis' Home... It's gotta be good. 
10.  All of the AMAZING restaurants strewn though-out the city. 
11.  Peabody Hotel.  The ducks are so cute and roof top parties aren't too shabby either.
12.  Kooky Canuck! ( If you have never tried their BBQ Egg Rolls... Do It... NOW!) 
13.  South Main & Cooper Young area.
14.  The News.  It seems they find the most ignorant/ghetto people that cannot form a proper sentence to interview... therefore making me start my day out with a laugh! This link isn't in Memphis, but it should be.  Also, there are a few different versions of this interview... One is even put to music
15.  The Memphis Police Department.  I've gotta hand it to these men and women, they really do have a difficult job.  Memphis is currently rated (nation wide) the number One for the most violent crimes and Second in murders.  In all the cities I've lived in, Memphis is the worst for straight up disrespect for the police.  So please, don't be a hater, they are just doing their job.  

Have a great day!! 

@ Noble 

Monday, September 27, 2010

Crack Head Frogger

Do you remember the video game Frogger? 
(if you don't, shame on you)

Every time I turn from Danny Thomas onto Poplar Avenue, it's like Frogger, but instead of the cute little green frog, its a crack head trying to make its way through traffic.  Crack heads flood the street at this intersection... I find this rather annoying... there are cross walks for a reason people. At first, I would slow way down and let them cross.  After doing this a time or two, I got fed up, cuz I'm pretty sure they couldn't walk slower if they tried.  So now, I turn the corner and stomp on the gas pedal.  Some of the seasoned crack heads see me coming and know I'm not F'ing around and stay on the curb or in the cross walk.  Others haven't gotten the hint yet and they will try to test me... sucks to be them, cuz I always win.  Once they get close enuf to see the crazed look in my eye, they realize I'm not going to slow down.  It's like all of a sudden they are being chased by the police and haul ass out of my way.  Just to let you know... I have a perfect driving record.  I actually have never been pulled over either.  I however have been hit by a deer, it ran into the side of my suv... Jerk!  To sum this post up,  I hope you laugh a little when you drive through that intersection and think of crack head frogger.  Also, I promise to do my best to not show up on the evening news for running one of them down.  

@ Noble 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

1/2 way to the weekend

I'm so happy when Wednesday rolls around, I'm 1/2 way to the weekend... Which means I get to sleep in.  Sleeping in used to mean sleeping until 10 or 11, but now it means getting to sleep until 8am! Some of you may think I've lost my mind... but that is 4 more hours of sleep! Yes, you did the math correct, I get up M-F at 4am.  I hate it... I really do, I thought I would get used to it, but I can't.  I'm a night owl by nature.  Jimmy Buffett sang "These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed" That says it all... and it leaves me wondering... when did I get old?! 

@ Noble 

Friday, September 17, 2010

Damn Yankee... Huh? You just called me a what?

When I moved to Memphis I had to change banks... I allotted myself 15 minutes for this process.  I figured that's way more than enough time... WRONG!!  I had a rude awaking to how differently business is done in the south.  I'm pretty sure that every person in NYC has a continuous IV drip of Red Bull because it is so fast paced up there.  I loved it since I'm a naturally high strung person.  Anyhow, back to the point... I walked into the bank and was greeted by a very friendly bank teller.  Her southern drawl was so slow and sweet, but a wee bit difficult for me to understand at times.  (side note:  as a kid, my friends and I would sit around and try to talk in an over exaggerated southern accent.  I quickly found that we weren't exaggerating anything, some people really do talk that way!)  I explained what I wanted to do and she referred me to a man sitting in an office.  So I briskly walked over, told him what I needed to do... he just kinda chuckled to himself and told me to sit down.  I did as I was told and then he asked "Do you know the difference between a Yankee and a Damn Yankee?"  I was a bit dumbfounded, I just wanted to open a new bank account... I didn't know there was a Q&A before I could do that.  I (slightly annoyed) sweetly responded, "no?" He laughed a little bit more and asked me how long I'd been living in Memphis.  I'm thinking, What the Hell Does It Matter!?! I just want to open an account, then it struck me, maybe this is that whole Southern Hospitality thing I hear so much about (I was wrong about that, but that story is for another day).  I told him it was my second day in Memphis, and he began to laugh loud enough to draw the attention of some other bank goers.  Again I'm thinking what the crap is wrong with this guy, can't we just get to business.  He then, said "The difference between a Yankee and a Damn Yankee is that a Yankee just comes to visit but a Damn Yankee stays"  He then started to roll with laughter, while I laughed a little, still thinking joke time is over, time for business...  45 minutes later, two life stories shared and one check/saving account opened, I was still wondering why was he so happy to know he was the first person to tell me that joke.  Over the next few days and weeks I found out why... Every time I met a new Southern person, that joke was told to me.  I always said, I didn't know the difference, because it seemed to be the polite thing to do.  Now four years later, I've removed my Red Bull IV, started saying "Y'all" instead of "you guys", and I'm now one of those people telling that joke to welcome Northerners to the South. 

@ Noble 

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Hello & Welcome to my blog, thanks for stopping by!!  This blog is going to be a collection of my rants and raves about being a "damn yankee" living in the "dirty south".  I was born and raised in Michigan and that will always be my home, before I moved to Memphis, I was living in the hustle & bustle of the big apple.  I visited Memphis one weekend; I was shown all the wonderful things that Memphis has to offer and of course, being a country girl loving city life, I fell for its charm.  A few weeks later I moved down here and after while I found the city that once sparkled had lost its shimmer... I had a choice to stay and make the most of it or go... If you hadn't already guessed I stayed.

With the back story out of the way, my blog can begin! Hope you tune in tomorrow for more!

@ Noble