Why “Fiddly Dee,” you people think I talk funny?


Why “Fiddly Dee,” you people think I talk funny?

By JODI RALL

A few weeks ago, Barbie and Ken doll left the bubble. Actually, we felt more like we were simply visiting North Brentwood since some of our friends from the bubble were also in Boston at the same time.

 

You parents will appreciate the text I received from my daughter after posting a picture of me on Facebook: “Mom! You look so relaxed it doesn’t even look like you!” Thanks daughter No. 2 for that one.

 A few weeks ago, Barbie and Ken doll left the bubble. Actually, we felt more like we were simply visiting North Brentwood since some of our friends from the bubble were also in Boston at the same time.

You parents will appreciate the text I received from my daughter after posting a picture of me on Facebook: “Mom! You look so relaxed it doesn’t even look like you!” Thanks daughter No. 2 for that one.

It’s wonderful to get away for a few days, and what made this trip even better, no kids! So yes, this Barbie was looking and feeling relaxed.

The ironic thing is that the people in Boston thought I talked funny. Me, talk funny? Hello people, have you not listened to yourselves up here in New England? Ken doll turned back into the original Jersey Boy and thought it was oh, so funny how many times my accent was commented on.

“Wicked Pissah” supposedly means “Something being really awesome.” So just say awesome! Beyond the accents, the food in Boston is awesome (see doesn’t that sound better?). That however is another column: My reincarnation as a food critic.

Attending the wedding of my husband’s cousin, a lovely young lady sat down beside me. Well I thought she was lovely until we got to talking. Then she went back up to the row in front of us and said, “You have to make her talk she is so Southern! Sounds like Scarlett O’Hara.” Of course, Ken doll busted out laughing, as did his New Jersey mother and the Connecticut cousins.

Fiddly Dee, as I am a nice blend like a fine wine, my friend. A tale of the North and the South. Although born in the Burgh, I have lived almost my entire life in the South. But, other than a few phrases, I really didn’t think I sounded like Scarlett. Although, I did once wear a prom dress and hat that resembled Scarlett, but I digress.

Those of you readers who know me also know I have a “wicked” sense of humor, so you guessed it, the accent became thicker just for the fun of it. All to the delight of Ken doll. I mean, who doesn’t want to take home a Southern Belle?

Look here Baahston (Boston), it’s you people who talk funny. But, “bless your heart,” we here in the South would never have such poor manners as to ask you where you were from.

Back in the bubble I’m dreaming about our next excellent adventure. Until next week !Y’all.

If you know of an interesting story, party or have an idea for In the Bubble, email Jodirall@comcast.net or on twitter @jodiinthebubble.

Jodi Rall lives with her husband, four children, two dogs and various other pets in Brentwood. She has been known to play tennis. Follow her “Jodi in the Bubble” blog by Clicking here.

About The Author

Kelly Gilfillan is the owner-publisher of Home Page Media Group which has been publishing hyperlocal news since 2009.

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