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Adventures of a Southern Babysitter

As a son of the South, there are few things harder to listen to than some actor putting on a Southern accent.

Remember Dan Aykroyd in Driving Miss Daisy? Nicolas Cage in Con Air?

Forced and fake.

Add Grey's Anatomy to that list after Sunday night.

The premise of the show centered on this family who is involved in a car accident and end up in the Grey's Anatomy hospital. And the stereotypes flowed as the first stretcher was wheeled into the emergency room.

From the overly-genteel Southern Belle mother to the hyped-up redneck, always-ready-to-fistfight father, very few stereotype stones were left unturned. The poor daughter was characterized as "Daisy Duke." The whole family was a group of "hillbillies."

Sure, in the end, the family dealt with tragedy like folks who hadn't just discovered shoes. But the road to there was paved with too many "nuthins," "Dayeddys" and "whars" to matter.

Sure, I'll still watch the show, but I really don't have a choice in that matter.

Nuthin' stands between Miriam and her weekly dose of Dempsey.

I was thrilled to see the rainy weather break for the car show and Mayfest last Saturday.

And I was just as happy when the sky opened up a day later.

Sunday's storms were the key ingredient in the perfect recipe for napping.

And, boy, did we need a few extra hours of sleep: Keeping three children overnight - and then taking them to a car show and community festival - will do that to a childless couple.

Miriam and I played host to Brianna, Christopher and Grayson - our niece and nephews - Friday night. After dinner at McDonald's, we settled in for the night at the definitely-not-ready-for-children Chateau Smith.

Surprisingly the house made it through relatively unscathed. We even fed them breakfast, and had a deadly diaper before leaving home Saturday morning. All we ended up with was an extra toothbrush and a few more spots on the carpet.

After my day or so with the kids, I'm more in awe than ever at the job of a parent. I've asked friends how they do it, and they tell me the same thing: You just do.

I'm just glad I only had to "do" it for 24 hours. Any longer and I'd probably still be asleep.

It seems there was a little misunderstanding involving a column in last week's edition of The Mirror. I got a couple of calls from interested parties at the local Subway, who had heard about Lynn Davidson's bad day at an "out-of-town" Subway. But there was one problem: The customers had apparently left out the "out-of-town" part, despite it being in the first sentence.

So, for the record, the Subway in question was not in Thomson.

And like I told owner Scott Campbell Friday afternoon: I'm thrilled to hear that so many people are reading the paper. I just wish some of them would have read a little more thoroughly.



Web posted on Thursday, May 11, 2006













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