My first...

This is my first true attempt at blogging. I've never understood the need to lay my life out there on the web.  An intro seems necessary.  I live in a suburb just outside of Pittsburgh. Hence the title of this blog. Life as a Yinzer. For those who may read this and not get the reference, I shall explain. A "yinzer" is one of many ways to describe a Pittsburgher. It's usually someone who has a heavy Pittsburgh accent. We tend to speak our own language. There was a time that I did all I could to seperate myself from Pittsburgh. Looking back on that, I'm not sure why. As an adult, I'm now rather proud to be from here. I'm not saying that we don't have our flaws. Oh we do. And I could list them. In another blog, I may. But, we have lots to be proud of. And I notice that we work almost daily to instill that pride in the kids at work. We cheer our sports teams. We talk about famous folks who claim Pittsburgh as home.  We explain the rich history of our area.   And strangely enough we teach them our little language choices.  Words that will get us stared at later in life. Words like "red-up", "pop", "gumband".  We will always want our ham chipped (not shaved). We will wonder why there are no french fries on our salad in New York.  We will be dismayed at the lack of Iron City on tap in Florida.  We are yinzers. We are Pittsburgh.