Bless Your Heart, Tramp: And Other Southern Endearments

( 12 )

Overview

From the wickedly hilarious pen of Southern humorist Celia Rivenbark comes a collection of essays that brings to mind Dave Barry (in high heels) or Jeff Foxworthy (in a prom dress).

"Bright, witty, and warm."

—-St. Petersburg Times

"Hilarious—-and right on the money."

—-The Charlotte Observer

"Just when you think Erma Bombeck strip-mined the comedy out of motherhood, ...

See more details below
Paperback
$11.30
BN.com price
(Save 29%)$15.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (84) from $1.99   
  • New (11) from $8.79   
  • Used (73) from $1.99   
Bless Your Heart, Tramp: And Other Southern Endearments

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$9.99
BN.com price

Overview

From the wickedly hilarious pen of Southern humorist Celia Rivenbark comes a collection of essays that brings to mind Dave Barry (in high heels) or Jeff Foxworthy (in a prom dress).

"Bright, witty, and warm."

—-St. Petersburg Times

"Hilarious—-and right on the money."

—-The Charlotte Observer

"Just when you think Erma Bombeck strip-mined the comedy out of motherhood, Rivenbark shows off some sparkling new gems."

—-The State (Columbia , SC)

Step into the wacky world of "womanless wedding" fund-raisers, in which Bubbas wear boas. Meet two sisters who fight rural boredom by washing Budweiser cans and cutting them into pieces to make clothing. Learn why the word snow sends any right-thinking Southerner careening to the Food Lion for extra loaves of bread and little else.

Humor columnist and slightly crazed belle-by-birth Celia Rivenbark tackles these and other lard-laden subjects in Bless Your Heart, Tramp, a hilarious look at Southern—-and just plain human—-foibles, up-close and personal.

So pour yourself a glass of sweet tea and curl up on the pie-azza with Bless Your Heart, Tramp.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble
Southerners sometimes try to convince us that they're just like northerners, but Celia Rivenbark knows better. After all, the Myrtle Beach Sun News humor columnist didn't write a book called We're Just Like You, Only Prettier to promote globalization. In her new titter-inducing tome, Celia introduces culturally impoverished Yankees to the joys of "womanless wedding" fundraisers, fried turkey, and Budweiser couture. It's even more fun than church-social gossip.
From the Publisher
"Bright, witty, and warm."

St. Petersburg Times

"Hilarious—-and right on the money."

The Charlotte Observer

"Just when you think Erma Bombeck strip-mined the comedy out of motherhood, Rivenbark shows off some sparkling new gems."

The State (Columbia , SC)

Library Journal
Southern humorist Rivenbark (We're Just Like You, Only Prettier) is back with a new short essay collection that explores home life, the South, and various topics such as tofu, greeting cards, Barbie, and Al Gore. The writings are loosely divided into three major sections-"At Home," "The South," "And Everywhere Else"-but they are unconnected and do not require to be read in any particular order. This is not presented as an anthology of Rivenbark's weekly columns for the Myrtle Beach Sun News (titled "From the Belle Tower"), yet the length and discrete nature of the essays suggest previous publication. Rivenbark's observations are quirky and entertaining but rarely scathing; her pride in being a belle is tempered by her ability to take a lighthearted look at serious and occasionally provocative issues. Larger public libraries-particularly those in the South-should consider purchasing.-Audrey Snowden, Cleveland P.L. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312343422
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/30/2006
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 449,624
  • Product dimensions: 5.82 (w) x 8.18 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Celia Rivenbark

Celia Rivenbark is the author of the award-winning bestsellers Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank, Belle Weather, and You Can’t Drink All Day If You Don’t Start in the Morning. We’re Just Like You, Only Prettier won a Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance (SIBA) Book Award for nonfiction and was a finalist for the James Thurber Prize for American Humor. Born and raised in Duplin County, North Carolina, Rivenbark grew up in a small house “with a red barn out back that was populated by a couple of dozen lanky and unvaccinated cats.” She started out writing for her hometown paper. She writes a weekly, nationally syndicated humor column for the Myrtle Beach Sun News. She lives in Wilmington, North Carolina.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

A Mom Looks at Forty

Having a baby at age forty, or any age for that matter, is a whopping life-changer. We went from impetuous, "What? A new martini and cigar lounge opens tonight? We are there!" kinda folks to the couple who spends Saturday night at K&W begging our twenty-month-old to please stop spitting creamed corn on our sweatpants.

You go from buying pricey bags of mesclun greens to eating iceberg because it's thirty-nine cents a head this week with your VIC card. Fish sticks find their way into your freezer although nobody, including the kid, can stand them.

I spent twenty-two years writing for newspapers, but my palms never got soggy and my heart never beat too fast when I was interviewing folks like Jay Leno, Nick Nolte, or Jimmy Carter. You don't know nervous until you're sitting in a pediatrician's office wondering why you have to wait your stupid turn behind the football physicals when your toddler's fever is so high she's speaking in tongues and thinks everybody else in the room is Franklin the turtle.

You go from wearing little chocolate-colored business suits to wearing chocolate. You now wear your Regulation Issue Mommy Uniform, the one they hand you in the delivery room: leggings that are pilly on the inner thighs and whichever of your husband's T-shirts just came out of the dryer and—hooray!—is still long enough to cover your ass.

You trade in your briefcase for a diaper bag, but because you're what my obstetrician once called "a geriatric mom" (notice he only said that once), you do manage to take back the ten or so you got at the shower with lambs and dancing lollipops on them, and you use the cash to buy a nice, understated one from L.L. Bean. It has your monogram on it, but the letters don't look right because, for now and maybe always, the only thing you'll be known as is M.O.M.

And that is just fine.

You feel stupid times infinity for all the things you used to tell your friends who had children. "I'd NEVER let my children eat french fries or drink soda!" Right. That little rule got broken after the first screaming-so-loud-they're-going-to-call-Child-Protective-Services hissy fit at Target.

Hons, I was cramming Mr. Pibb and Pringles into that baby faster than you could say "redneck mom with Sun Drop in the bottle on Aisle 7."

And of course there was the laughably naive statement I made to a new mom friend of mine a few years ago: "I'd NEVER let my baby sleep in the bed with my husband and me."

Technically, that still holds true around here. She doesn't sleep in the bed with us because, by four a.m., having grown tired of being kicked in the McNuggets for hours, my husband is usually snoozing peacefully in the spare bedroom.

I used to think that nothing could beat the adrenaline rush that comes with beating the competition on a big news story.

Wrong again. A fireside chat with Saddam or Fidel couldn't top being the first mommy in the play group to announce successful potty training.

The fresh-faced mom at the playground (who wore the Mommy Uniform favored by the twentysomethings—Gap khakis and a white T-shirt topped with an oversized Banana Republic sweater) told me that her son, Ian or Liam or Ethan, I forget which, was potty-trained at eighteen months!

I threw her perky little body to the ground and planted my knee in her chest 'til she cried for mercy.

Okay, so that only happened in one of my Ally McEat-something fantasies, but it could happen. Anything could happen. That's the point. There aren't any headlines or scoops anymore, and happy hour is the one when Dad comes through that front door and I can finally pee, but this is the best assignment I've ever had.

Honest.

Copyright © 2000 by Celia Rivenbark

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 5
( 12 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(9)

4 Star

(3)

3 Star

(0)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 13 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2008

    Twenty stars

    Insights into southern culture, horror stories, and full-out belly laughs, this book has it all. I can't believe this author is not better known--actually on the NYT bestseller list. You don't have to be southern to appreciate and understand what she's talking about, but it really helps if you are. Her take on the difference in husbands and wives when they're sick is at once funny, sad, and unfortunately, all too true.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Read this

    Hilarious Highly recommended. You'll laugh out loud

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    Hilarious

    This was my first Celia book and I have been hooked since!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 11, 2013

    It's a Hoot!

    Makes me wish I was a Southerner.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2012

    My favorite

    Laughed my ass off.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2012

    Highly recommended

    This book really funny and easy to relate too.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted March 20, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Laugh out loud funny!!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 12, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    An author you have to read

    Belly laughs, graphic pictorials in your head. I am not Southern, but yet completely understood what the author had to say. Read if you want to laugh out loud, and loose yourself in in light, but cannot-put-this-book down way

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 6, 2006

    Amusing essay collection

    This amusing essay collection focuses on the southern perspective and home life. The book is broken into three categories: ¿At Home¿, ¿The South¿, ¿And Everywhere Else¿. The contributions are lighthearted amusing and fun to read as a variety of subjects from mama tips to spiked NASA Tang to Wrestlemania are shredded and diced like slaw at a fad diet explosion. Nothing is sacred though nothing is totally gored not even Al. From family recipes to the Rock and his wife Dr. Ms. Rock on to Adam West, Celia Rivenbark provides the below the Mason-Dixon demarcation line but above the Mickey Mouse border look at life. If you have to ask who Adam West is, you¿re probably too young for this sassy slice of Southern sympathy served with ice tea but no grits.------------- Harriet Klausner

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2001

    A right good read

    Take the whole YaYa Sisterhood, throw in a couple of Sweet Potato Queens, add a dab of Jeff Foxworthy, a tad of Dave Barry and a teense of Erma Bombeck and you have Mama Celia's recipe for a good time. Even though Misseriz Rivenbark is Southern --let there be no doubt--ya'll folks from up North can appreciate her take on holiday newsletters (always one in the family), big fake bazumbas and those blasted amish bread starters. You got to love a woman who understands the concept of respect whether it refers to a discount store ('The KMarts' or 'The WalMarts') or an older neighbor lady (always stick 'Miss' or 'Aunt' in front of the first name), but who will--with all due respect, of course--ask where did Lorena Bobbitt get a knife THAT sharp? And speaking of sharp, that's what the book is. It is sharp. And right good, too.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2008

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 13 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)