So yes, the news is out that we are central-Missouri bound, Lord willing, and as far as we can tell. As we grew firm in our resolve, this exciting piece of artwork appeared one day at a local swap shop. Heather brought it home and we mounted it up on the wall. It serves as a daily reminder and transitional mindset help.
A couple of weeks later I found this big ole mug at the same shop. You can see the Lake of the Ozarks a little better on the mug, which is where we'll be joining some folks we know and love in a new adventure. The cup stays with me at work as a reminder throughout the day. It holds a hefty serving of coffee or whatever to boot!
Oh yeah from the sillier side. . . The title up there is how we understand that the locals pronounce the State. Heather has gotten a bit annoyed with how I immediately follow behind anyone that says "Missouri" with a long and drawn out "Mizzz Urrrr Raahhhhhh"
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A note perhaps of interest for you - most of the younger generations no longer say Mizzurah. Husband's grandfather was from here and he did, but most people we hear don't.
A historical note - the Mizzurah was a native american tribe located here. the people would then be the missouri. we found this fascinating.
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