Hubby and I woke up this morning in 'talk' mode. :-) When we're like that conversations can go from A to Z!... Or for people who understand the Bible, from Adam to Armagedon! LOL We didn't go all the way to the end of the line this morning though. We just went as far as Georgia...in the southern United States! :-))
We got into a conversation about the different 'wording' that southerners use for things. For instance, I said to hubby this morning: "I woke up with a 'crick' in my back." O_O And he jokingly said: "Well, you better call the police!" ^_^
Then I had to correct him. "No, not a 'crook' (a thief) in my back!...a 'crick'!" LOL He assured me that he knew exactly what I was talking about. His mother, like me, is also from Georgia originally. ^_^ He was just trying to make a joke! ^_^
That led to a conversation about why a 'crick'...in southern lingo (language)...is both 'a twisted or cramped place in the back that causes pain'...and...'a stream of water'! ^_^
It also led to conversation about other southern expressions, like 'fixin to'. Example: "I'm 'fixin to' go to the store"...Or in other words: I'm about to...or I'm getting ready to...go to the store. :-]
And it also led to the title of my blog today...about 'butter'! ^_^ Hubby said he was getting ready to go and fix breakfast...at 5 a.m.! And I said: "You 'butter' not!!" Ha! Ha!...Of course, in other English lingo this would be: "You 'better' not!"...but I'm from the southern state of Georgia, Y'all! ^_^ 'You butter understand!' ^_^
Joking around, hubby said: "You butter 'dish' (distribute information) about that on your blog."...I said: "I sho (sure) butter!" LOL...So there you have it...on Pancake Sunday!...With a crick in my back, I'm fixin to do some 'butter' dish, share a cute item I found on Etsy....
...and then I 'butter' fly!! ^_^
Isn't language grand!! ^_^ Have a good day, Everybody! :-)
Poetry
Poetry, the gift of words,
that help you say whats in your heart;
that puts your thoughts of life together,
but pulls emotions all apart.
Poetry, your quiet friend,
that gives your voice a place to land;
that gives the things you'd never say
a way to jump out from your hand.
Poetry, done to a beat,
a beat of words, said right in time,
without confusion of the music,
but just the rhythm and the rhyme.
Poetry, phrase harmony;
the way a noun and adverb meet;
the way they line up side-by-side,
and all Not needed they delete.
Poetry, the passing thoughts,
and all the others I hold dear,
of all the people and the places
that I've written down right here.
Poetry, the gift of words,
and putting them together too;
Without the pen and paper
what in the world would my mind do?
Poetry, the gift of words,
that help you say whats in your heart;
that puts your thoughts of life together,
but pulls emotions all apart.
Poetry, your quiet friend,
that gives your voice a place to land;
that gives the things you'd never say
a way to jump out from your hand.
Poetry, done to a beat,
a beat of words, said right in time,
without confusion of the music,
but just the rhythm and the rhyme.
Poetry, phrase harmony;
the way a noun and adverb meet;
the way they line up side-by-side,
and all Not needed they delete.
Poetry, the passing thoughts,
and all the others I hold dear,
of all the people and the places
that I've written down right here.
Poetry, the gift of words,
and putting them together too;
Without the pen and paper
what in the world would my mind do?
