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I have to laugh...

Jehardy — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 10:55:27 -0500

To see there's a "Chowdaheadz.com" advertisement at the bottom of the blogs page. How ironic.

Well Friends, it will be an interesting next couple years in "Waarshington!" LOL!

Thanks for the fun blog, Brian.

thanks for the chuckle

Terri Oberg — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:53:22 -0500

I'm originally from New York, Westchester County, but was transplanted here more than 30 years ago (has it really been that long already!). I still say dawg and warsh that never fail to make my children laugh, but have otherwise adopted much of the Yankee speech.

I remember when I was living at home with my parents how easily my mother fell back into the New York speech pattern after she'd been talking with her sister who still lived there. It always reminded me of where we came from and the differences in communication between two places that really aren't all that far apart.

For the longest time my mom made fun of the word Woostah as well. She was immediately corrected the first time she tried to say it the way a New Yorker would say it, Warrchester. We love our r's and w's in New York.

Too Funny!

Tracy Merriman — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 15:46:45 -0500

Brian,

Thanks for the laughs, that was great! I was born and raised in Northern New Jersey, so I have an accent that is very distinct and well a bit, umm, loud. My accent always catches the attention of the New England natives. They either find it annoying (in a whinning Brooklyn/Jewish lady kinda' way) or cute (in a "I am talking to a real live Jersey Girl kinda' way)

In Jersey we eat hot dawgs (not chili dogs but rather, how dawgs 'all the way') and we drink cawfee. It's a sub not a grinder or hero. No evening out at the bar is complete without a trip to the 24-hour diner for fries with cheese an' gravy. Breakfast on the run is always a hard roll with butta or Taylor Ham, egg and cheese on a hard roll. We have bagels, the real ones! When we hang outside, we sit on a stoop (not a step or a porch). We watch footbawl and basebawl. More importantly we don't understand....we capiche!

We do tend to curse a bit, can handle a roundabout with only one hand on the wheel, we know what a jug handle is on the highway, and the state bird is the middle finger, no doubtaboudit! But us Jersey folk aren't as rude and crude as people claim. We are actually just 'too funny'!

You capiche?

~Tracy M

It's a bublah, ya chowdahed !

Brian Drummond — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:55:08 -0500

About a year ago I walked into the Dunkin' Donuts in Jaffrey and habitually ordered a large coffee. By habitually, I mean I was barely awake and when asked how I would like my beverage prepared I said, “Double. Double.”

The person serving me gave me a deadpan stare and blinked a few times like a Looney Tunes cartoon character before I realized I wasn’t in a Tim Horton’s coffee shop in Thunder Bay, Ontario.

I rarely make that mistake now, and I smile for a reason that is no longer secret, when I say, “Two cream. Two sugah.”