Time or five?

I have lived in east TN all of my life....and I have the accent to prove it. I been on the phone with people in other states who have asked me to call back and talk to someone else because they can't understand me. The guy at the NYC subway pretty much told me the same thing. As I was talking to him, he was looking at me with a sort of blank look on his face. I finally said, "I'm from east TN"...he said, "I would have never guessed". My husband, however, did not grow up in east TN. He is originally from Little Rock, but his parents relocated to Memphis. The west TN/Arkansas accent isn't like mine. It's different; it doesn't sound so "hickish". Anyway, there's a lady at the baseball field who's been umpiring games since I played on the Sandpippers (actually, we were the Sandpipers but they misspelled our name on our uniforms. It was a bad omen.) When a child gets a hit, she allows so much to happen and then she yells, "TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME" (she's obviously a native, like me). That means, no more runs, etc. Also, in this league, they have a five run per inning rule. So, when a team racks up five runs, she yells, "that's fiiiiive". Can you believe my dear husband often has a hard time distinguishing?

Here's a cute pic of Levi at the ballpark last night. The lady sitting next to us gave him a Capri Sun drink. Levi can't handle that much sugar all at once (a really nasty diaper blow-out at the ballpark would NOT be fun!), so we put it in a water bottle and watered it down.