Hubby is from the South. Oklahoma. Born in Texas.
He can't talk right.
I say that with tons of love. Honestly, I fell in love with him partly because of his accent. It was so cute and sweet and country.
As far as communication goes, we are fine when he is speaking in complete sentences. I am a teacher. I teach others about context clues. It goes a great way when you understand 90% of the words in a sentence. You can fill in the rest, usually.
But sometimes I still have to pretend I know what he is saying and to avoid argument I just say, Uh huh or Uhmm.
But let me take you back to the moment I realized it was even a problem.
I was working on my masters thesis. It was about spelling. (yes I know, a terrible topic and someday I might do a post on that whole topic)
I needed to retype this list of 300 frequently used words by 3rd graders. I am a quick typer. I can type while people talk pretty well. I knew if someone would read it to me, I would get done twice as fast. I asked him if he would and he, feeling sorry for me, agreed to help.
First off, the homonyms tripped me up, such as when/win (which I prounounce totally different but he doesn't)
But then there were words that just threw me for a loop and I knew they absolutely were NOT on the list of 3rd graders most frequently used words.
Off the top of my head right now I can't think of them. But I do remember it ended in a big fight and I did the remainder of the list myself. One might have been he said steal for still.
Then there are the phrases he says. They are really off the wall. And he has these phrases for EVERYTHING.
When it is raining hard - "Like a cow pissin on a flat rock."
When something is good - "Make you wanna stand up and slap your memaw"
Most of these have been passed down from his grandpa, who is long gone. But MY dad just can't even understand him half the time. He just gets this funny look on his face like hubby is speaking a different language. And really, he is.
But back to the accent.
Unfortunately after being married this long, I don't hear it so much now. Other people I know still can hear it, like my family. When he gets around his family it is more pronounced, but still not anything like I remember falling in love with. I just can't hear it and it makes me sad.
This past summer when we celebrated our anniversary, he surprised me by calling in to the radio station and requesting our wedding song to be played. They taped him. He was broadcast on the radio making the request. It was so sweet. But the most beautiful thing about it was that I HEARD his accent! Of course, I fell in love all over again!
But the fact remains, he still can't talk right. When I tell him this, he just calls me a Yankee.