Half full or Half empty

I tend to look at the glass as half empty. I try really hard to be a half full person, but most days it just isn't in the cards. I put a great deal of pressure on myself to be the best teacher, the best mother, the best wife and it all tends to end up in a heap most days. I am trying to adjust to life in the south once again, and this is a very difficult task for a Montana girl. I like my meat and potatoes and these people down here eat weird stuff. I mean who wants to eat the greens of a turnip, the eyes of a black pea and fried anything!!!
They fry pickles down here. Really cook me a nice steak and some mashed potatoes and I am a happy Montana girl.
I really do not fit in down here. I hate the major thunderstorms that happen and flood our roads, and then lead to  tornado warnings and my heart racing. My co-workers feel this is very funny and laugh each time it rains and I start to freak out. Let me see them shovel 5 feet of snow and then we will see who is laughing.
Also I stick out like a sore thumb at the football games around these parts. The women, you see wear more makeup than I buy in ten years, have on dresses that are shorter than my shirts and high heels, which I do not even own a pair. You wear all of this to the game and tail gate in 120 degree weather and then go home to find out who won the game. Yes, that is right, they do not even go to the game.
I on the other hand do not think it is football weather unless it is chilly, leaves are on the ground and you need a blanket and a hot drink in your hand as you sit in the stands with men in carhart clothing and strange youth that have no shirt on and the letters of the school painted on their chests. Also it is helpful to know the game, which I really do not think many women down here care to know. It seems as I am the oddball when I ask one of the coaches at school a question about a game over the weekend or even answer his bell ringer about superbowl teams and  much to his surprise I get the answer correct.
One student did tell me today I am a cool teacher cause he did not think that women knew what football was and the fact that I could name the four teams in the playoff meant I ranked on his cool teacher list.
So as I started this post about half full and half empty, I am feeling very empty in my friend department at the moment. I am the child in the classroom that does not quite fit in. I am the granola of the women, in that I can be up and at school in under 20 prep time and I never have time in the day to touch up my face. Yeah, right I can't even find time to go to the bathroom. I am half empty on this southern woman thing, as I was asked to take a box to my room today and I did just that. The custodian saw me and offered to take it for me on the dolly. Really, he could have lifted the box if it had not been for all those fried pickles.
I am my own person, I try to tell the students that this is okay and I need to listen to myself. I will never be fooey and I will never have a need for high heels, I will never eat greens and the only pea I want is a green one from the garden. As for football, those forty niners had better win and I really want to see those giant lose.
Til tomorrow, I will fill my glass half full of red wine and relax.