
I’ve always been fascinated by what I call “regionalisms” — differences in word pronunciation, names of things, or commonly used phrases that vary according to the region of the country where one lives, or where one’s parents and grandparents lived. Terms or phrases used outside the U. S. add an extra dimension to our speech (ever been gobsmacked?). We tend to bring our regional pronunciations and expressions with us when we relocate, and they can cause amusing conversational glitches.
I’ve spent my entire life in the Midwest: Ohio, Michigan and Indiana, and my parents and grandparents were from NE Ohio, where both Pennsylvania and Appalachia influenced their everyday speech. When I was growing up, my family used certain words or phrases routinely, and we all knew what they meant. For example, when guests were arriving on short notice, we all pitched in to “redd up” the living room. That term is listed in a Wiki entry Pittsburgh English; the Danish “rydde op” means to clean up. It apparently dates to the Danish occupation of Britain 1000 years ago. My NE Ohio relatives said “you’uns” (yuns, yinz, yins) instead of “you” or “you all,” and often referred to whole family groups by one person’s name, as in, “Denny’s will come for dinner tomorrow.”
Perhaps you’ve seen or heard “Uff da,” which residents in the Pacific Northwest and Upper Midwest use to express overwhelming astonishment, relief, or dismay. I’ve seen commenters use it occasionally here at FDL (also a few Facebook friends) but I had to look it up when I first saw it. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anyone actually say it.
Not everyone calls soft drinks “pop” as most Midwesterners do. In many places, a soft drink is a “soda,” and in parts of the south, “Coke” means any kind of soda. Here in South Bend, people say, “I’ll have a diet” in a restaurant when they order diet Coke or Pepsi.
When I moved to Cincinnati I heard for the first time someone say, “my bad” when acknowledging a mistake. Friends raised in the South speak of “leaving out” when departing for a trip, as in “We will leave out on Saturday.” Here in Indiana, people refer to their “back deck” even though nobody I know has a “front deck.” Every time I hear that, I grin.
Some years ago I participated in an online survey that asked me to choose among alternate pronunciations, spellings, or phrases. The intent was to map them to specific regions of the country. I’m not sure the Dialect Survey was the exact one I took, but the results listed are very similar to the questions I recall answering. You might find it amusing to explore the list of results and see how you compare.
Let’s share our favorite terms or phrases this morning, and see what different ones we discover! Would you have a garage sale or a tag sale? Do you drink from a water (or drinking) fountain or a bubbler? Do you bring grocery items home in a bag or a sack? Is your evening meal dinner or supper? Does your water come from a spigot, a tap, or a faucet? Do you wait on line, or in line? (And do you have a back deck??)
This is a perfect opportunity for lurkers to come out of the shadows and speak up! Let us know where you live and share some of your favorite terms and phrases. We’ve been talking recently of meet-ups (is that a regionalism?) and it would be fun to learn who’s out there, and at least generally where you are.
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Good morning, Firepups! It’s Friday again!
UffDa is heard all the time in Decorah and at Luther. All my Norski friends say it.
Good morning.
Thankee kindly, msmolly, sit a spell why don’t you?
Hi Molly, Our snow needs to be swept away and ice needs to be removed from the vehicle windshield. No regionalisms around here, yaknow, maybe I can find some under the snow.
Aha! There’s one!
Nonquixote, was that intentional? The “needs to be” construct is a regionalism! I wouldn’t have known that until I came across it prepping the post.
Hmmm…that’s a tough one. I probably used idioms every day, but don’t know it because it’s part of normal conversation.
Wow. Really drawing a blank.
Boxturtle (Could someone with a deep southern drawl communicate with someone raised in Brooklyn?)
Go look at the Dialect Survey results I linked to. You can sort by state. Bet you’ll find some.
Whether to say ‘crick’ or ‘creeeek’ has finally come to being a dictionary choice, I find. Many friends amuse me by using ‘crick’, but it’s not just colloquial.
I always say “creek” but I’d bet “crick” is Southern, or Appalachian.
I think some refer to a toilet as a “commode.”
Speaking of snow, anyone here in the target area for that monster storm on the coast? Here in Oh, it’s just a cold, miserable rain.
Boxturtle (As least I don’t have to shovel it)
Needs fed, needs watered, is notable here in NW PA, as in the house needs fixed.
I honestly don’t remember ever hearing anyone say Uff Da. A couple of Firepups whom I know are from the upper Midwest (one is in Minnesota) add it to a comment now and then.
Bet you’ve heard “redd up” then.
Good morning firedogs. Thanks for the post and host msmolly.
My favorite USer regional dialect? Mainers. With their ‘ayuh’s and their ‘downstreet’s, those folks are funny.
My favorite regional dialect of all time? Why, that would be this Pikey.
Do ya like dags?
The sofa can be a settee, too.
Just a chilly rain here, too.
The Weather Channel cracks me up! They’ve decided all on their own (haven’t seen it anywhere else) to begin naming winter storms. This approaching one they’re calling Nemo.
Good morning everyone.
msmolly thank you for the post.
I washed my hands in the zink this morning before using the keyboard.
Wow. People outside Ohio mispronounce a LOT of words.
Boxturtle (Does Texas actually still use the word “tarnation”?)
I had never heard it till I moved near Decorah. My basketball coach at Luther had a thick Norwegian accent and said it all the time.
In my growing up, a sofa was a couch.
Born-and-bred Alaskans use ‘crick’.
What cracks me up are the regional pronunciations of things here in Central Texas. Like Manor is ‘mayner’. Buda is ‘byewdah’. Buchanan is ‘buck-an-on’.
They talk funny down here.
Do you think a “zink” used to actually be made from zinc? I wonder where that originated?
No.
Really? I vote we name it “Fred”. We have as much right to name a storm as they do.
Boxturtle (I refuse to make a Finding Nemo pun)
That’s funny! I can barely understand them. “Fuckin’” comes through, though.
Nope, but it’s time for it down cellar.
And tarnation is rare as all git out, these days,
I am not sure. In earlier days this area had a lot of lead and zinc mines.
They obviously expect it to catch on, but I have not seen it anywhere else. And I’m not sure how they got to “N” in their list.
Also, the town Celina is ‘sah lie nuh’.
Aha! Down cellar! I remember hearing that!
Here we have Tea Ewe-zuwal Storm.
I lived in the Detroit area for many years, and the mispronunciations of street names is almost legendary. Lots of French heritage there, so lots of French names that are garbled.
“Livernois” is “liv-er-noy” and “Gratiot” is “gra-shut.” If I think a bit I might come up with others. Pretty amusing.
Brad Pitt, in that role, is magic. Here’s another great one.
Good morning, pupses, and thank you, msmolly.
My OH grandmother said down basement. She would hoover the rugs and then rest on the davenport. In Canada that would be a Chesterfield.
Russia Oh is pronounced Rooshee.
Boxturtle (That was an extra credit question in my 3d grade phonics!)
That is great!! Is the movie “Snatch”?
Oh, and in TN one would be fixin’ to go to the store.
I’ve never heard “hoover” for vacuum, but “davenport” is familiar!
It is indeed. A Guy Ritchie film. Not his first, but very early.
My choir is rehearsing for Porgy & Bess (concert version, not the full production) and last week we rehearsed with the South Bend Symphony music director and conductor, a pixie-sized and very talented Chinese man. Although he is very fluent, he speaks accented English.
Porgy & Bess is, as Gershwin wrote it, African American in casting and dialect. We were working on a piece that included the word “can’t” and Maestro turned to our choir director and asked if it was “can’t” or “cahn’t.” He apparently was at Oxford and said when he came to New York he couldn’t figure out this strange word “can’t.”
I like your graphic, up top. I’ve played hours and hours of online scrabble lately. No one at my house cares much to play, except my DIL (another reason I love her!) so I had a lot to get out of my system.
Ever heard “purt near?” You betcha.
Yes, I’ve heard that, but not locally. More often from people I know are from the south.
Oh, yeah! Again, I associate that with Kentucky or Tennessee.
There are several scrabble-type games on Facebook. I played Words with Friends, but got bored with it after awhile. I’m just not much into games of any kind.
This Tennessean needs to get up off her bum and shake a leg.
Happy Friday, pupses.
Ohmmmm
Morning All,
Om Ali said Up Top. That’s FDL regionalism, isn’t it?
I only slept in a little bit, so I’m only a little bit late.
Molly, you first mentioned this as a potential topic a ways back, and now you’re here and done a prit good job. Cheers.
Thanks, demi. I was trying to think of some Western/California regionalisms, but most of what I kept seeing were Midwestern and Southern. Are there any from your neck of the woods? (Is “neck of the woods” a regionalism?)
Hi demi,
Just goin’ out the door. Also here at the Lake I’ve heard up a flight or down a flight to refer to earlier or later posts.
Bye, y’all :)
Good to see you! Online scrabble is something a few friends do to the point of ignoring conversation other places, but I’ve never developed the leaning to it they have.
The naming of winter storms is an NBC/Comcast/Weather Channel marketing gimmick that is new this year.
Names
Hi Ruth, glad to know you are settled safely and happily. Have you made the cbl’s cake recipe yet?
I play with anon partners and have had as many as a dozen games going. Haven.
Edit: Heaven.
Hmm…Firedog regionalism:
Evil Parallel Universe
Frontpaged
Boxturtle (Brain not working well this morning. Perhaps defective tea?)
I’m thinking, I’m thinking. I haven’t had my coffee yet and haven’t looked at your link yet. Will go read and come back.
We do have a lot of street names that are Spanish, heck even the name of our city is a Spanish word, so you can easily tell if folks are from out of the area when the butcher the pronunciation of some words.
BRB.
She’s a piece of work, don’t you know?
Virginia rural speech had ‘there ya go’ and ‘ya got that right’ a lot.
I just went out to start the car and had to use half steps because of the ice and snow we received yesterday and last night.
It is really slickery out there.
I didn’t know that, thanks dakine01! I’m so clueless that I didn’t know the Weather Channel was owned by NBC/Comcast. I just know I quit using their weather app when I learned that TWC is headed by a climate change denier.
very happily settled. Got cbl ingredients yesterday, the birthday the cake celebrates is Valentine’s Day, so won’t make it this early. Spud’s mom will be 83, loves lemon cake and waiting eagerly.
That tea is defective! It should be coffee.
I haven’t seen OmAli’s “up top” quite as often as “upstairs” here at FDL. Evil Parallel Universe used to post, but haven’t seen him for a very long time.
Edit: and people refer to the “mothership” here.
That’s a very special gift you have already given her. Happy anticipation.
Really *poofing* this time….
Mind your step, ya hear?
More than 60 comments, and I haven’t seen anyone own up to having a “back deck” yet!
I’ve always associated Piece of work as something negative. Is that how you read it, or is it just Something Else?
And, in Texas they have cook outs and in Southern Cal, it’s a barbeque.
Of course I live in The Valley, so here’s a link to Valspeak.
Fer Sure!
People use ‘piece of work’ in my experience to express some one’s being note worthy, though to some that is negative – but not to my circle.
Good Morning Ms Molly and Firedogs –
have a co worker two years out of rural Pennsylvania – “yuns” and “hickey-doo” for doo-hickey – always funny to watch the Texans correct her
a little distracted this morning as I have a daughter in grad school outside Boston – (she’s fine) but am a little anxious about the Snowcopalypse.
Cook outs are the kind of do you can have with just a backyard grill, but barbeques involve digging a pit and making a longterm fire pit.
I love the smell of coffee, but I can’t stand the taste. By the time I’ve added various flavorings to it to make it drinkable, you cannot taste the coffee.
Boxturtle (That’s how Starbucks disguises their average coffee)
I ain’t got no back deck.
My parents always referred to a gasoline service station as a “filling station.” Around here, it’s a “gas station” or a “service station” mostly. I haven’t heard “filling station” for many years.
msmolly, thank you for this very enjoyable post.
Gotta run. Have a great day everyone.
Frank Zappa’s Valley Girl, omygawd! Yes way.
“A piece of work” in my experience is not terribly negative, but not a compliment either. More a designation of someone odd or different in some way.
My friends in Worchester battened down yesterday. They plan on spending the next 2-3 days looking out their window.
Boxturtle (Their backup power system has a 5 day reserve)
Be careful out there, mr. canyon.
I was just the opposite. I didn’t learn to drink coffee until I went to college and discovered black coffee (my parents used milk or cream in it). Unfortunately I also discovered cigarettes. For years I drank a lot of black coffee (as did my husband), but several years ago I began to drift away from coffee and now don’t drink it at all, only tea.
My son, on the other hand, disliked coffee until he and his family spent 9 months living in Switzerland, where he learned to drink it. He uses half & half in it. His wife drinks it black. They both drink a lot of coffee.
How to speak Redneck.
I do, but I never call it my “back deck” as nearly everyone around here does. I don’t have a front deck, just a stoop (is that a regionalism too?).
I thought maybe you were a little anxious because your fucking refrigerator DIED.
Good morning all. Thanks for a fun post.
Fridge went out? That’s pucked up.
That’s hilarious!
I’m sure you’re familiar with Jeff Foxworthy’s “you know you’re a redneck” stuff. But that’s not words, as much as it’s things rednecks are supposed to DO in their everyday lives.
That sucks. It’s always something, isn’t it? It’s almost like the universe knows what’s in your checking account.
my daughter says the same – plenty of food, baileys, generator, and firewood, phones on the charger
that would be ‘wuster’, correct ?
Anyone remember when a fridge was called an “ice box”? My relatives used that term long after a refrigerator was no longer literally an ice box. I can dimly remember the ice man delivering a big block of ice to my grandmother’s house.
Or maybe “woostah”?
check that phone in your tool box Scooter Boy . . .
the fridge is working just fine this morning – even the freezer stuff is busy re freezing – what in bloody hell ?!?!
Oh, we had a fun time discussing that one day at the Diner. Om Ali had a few really great ones too.
I always pronounced it Wooster. Wife missed the exit for it three times before I spelled it for her.
Boxturtle (And somewhere, Massachusetts was laughing at her)
yes, better.
msmolly,
Surprised you missed it, “needs to be,” in both cases described a certainty otherwise opening the doors or seeing while driving would be impossible, yaknow. ;^)
Here’s an interesting link to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regional_vocabularies_of_American_English.
The refrigerator converted itself into an ice box, then, just add an occasional bag of ice until it can be fixed or replaced, I would think.
Of course, you can make a project of cooking what’s going to spoil otherwise, and have a big cleanup feast.
-He couldn’t pour piss from a boot, if the directions were written on the heel.
-When I say ‘frog’ you’d better say “how high do I jump.”
-a couch is a divan
-Rip City. (if you ever lived in Portland)
‘He’s about as useless as sand down a rathole.
-This place is off the chain (South)/This place is off the hook. (NW)
-Useless as tits on a bull.
-He’s as worthless as a cat with side pockets.
-He’s about as useless as a screen door with a submarine.
-She’s as ugly as the east end of a horse, headed west.
-It’s colder than a well digger’s ass and a banker’s heart.
-”Down the shore…” (Jersey)
I saw that. My grandmother (from West By God Virginia) we a stereotype for that. I was in the car with her when she told the state trooper to kiss her a$$ without even taking the Marlboro out of her mouth.
The Trooper was professionally polite throughout the entire process. My grandmother spent the entire process getting angrier.
Boxturtle (I was on the cops side. she was doing 85 in a 60mph zone)
Sounds like something froze up, and has thawed out.
“mam, kin ah have sum extree rainch for muh okree ?”
“sure, just as soon as you show me your opposable thumbs”
Wonderful stuff, Crane-Station.
I’ll probably be thinking of examples all day. It’s a good thing this thread stays open. :)
I have a couple of little LED lights that plug into an outlet to charge up, and when the power goes out or they’re removed from the outlet, the LEDs light up very brightly. They can be switched to half power and will last 2 or even 3 days.
Mine are these, but I’m not sure they’re sold any longer, but I’ve seen similar things at Lowe’s. I loaned them to a friend last summer when her power was out for a few days. She could have brought them back here to charge, but she was able to just use them at night and they lasted through her outage.
Crazy, but this Valley girls luvs her some okree. Go figure.
yep. although as my grandpa would say, it’s definitely “on the fritz”
Good collection.
Oh these are getting hilarious!!
Demi, I keep thinking of more, too. (Still waiting for “back deck” though! Can it be a South Bend thing?)
-She ain’t got the sense that God gave a goose.
-If brains were gasoline, he wouldn’t have the sense to run a piss ant’s go cart around the inside of a donut.
yeah, but y’all eat it stewed, here in god’s country they eat it
fried. these people would chicken fry tylenol
Could be just a filter. But needs fixed.
If you’d dropped it, it could be ‘bunged up’ too.
Ruth, for you: Pennsylvania Dutch Idioms.
#106 was for demi
and many of the locals would pronounce that ‘dem eye’
-dumb as a box of hammers.
-When they yelled train, he thought they said ‘brain’, and missed it.
He doesn’t have sense enough to give guts to a bear.
-She’s so ugly you’d have to hang a pork chop around her neck to get a dog to play with her.
We’re not so picturesque, but our sort don’t have the sense to come in out of the rain.
I like to put okra in chicken soup with tomatoes. I tried the fresh okra, but only oncet. It was turrible. I stick with the frozed up kind now.
Fry a tylenol. Now, that’s funny.
From time to time I wonder I people pronounce Demi. I put the emphasis on the first syllable. Who knows? Actually, who cares?
And, who here remembers how and when I got my handle? Anyone? Bueller?
If his brains was axle grease he wouldn’t have enough to grease the dynamo on a lightening bugs ass.
So you’re stove up with laughing.
well if any one can figure it out and fix it, it will be oldnslow – Handiest Fella Evah !
20 years ago, I would’ve been totally stressed out by the sitch, but these days, I fully expect him to simply puzzle it out and make it good as new.
(gratifying to both of us Kris exhibits signs of the same gift)
I once saw a shipping box of hammers at the local hardware store. In big black letters on the sides and top it said: “CAUTION! CONTENTS MAY BE HARMFUL OR FATAL IF SWALLOWED”.
Boxturtle (Wonder how much someone had to pay out in a lawsuit to cause that)
It was in a tasse.
-Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.
-Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
-Well, fuck me sideways. (NE)
-Well I’ll be dipped in shit. (NE)
-Well fuck me runnin’ (South)
The opening line from Charlie Pierce‘s latest blog post ought to become a saying, if it’s not already!
Hilarious! I’m gonna remember that one!
LOL! That’s like, don’t eat nails.
And, I’ve never heard of stove up.
Gimme a hint?
I don’t remember, but I can surmise because I know what your last name is…
I like the food products in boxes with the instructions; (1) Open package.
it simply wasn’t gramma’s vegetable soup without okra !
for a time the restaurant offered it as stewed on friday nights – no one ordered it ever.
Actually, that did come up in the conversation.
TRex came up with Demi during a LLN thread. He said if I ever opened a coffee shop, I could call it Demi’s Tasse.
I was going by DMoore and I made a comment that someone else responded to by saying I was obviously a guy. Ha. So, we decided I needed a handle that was more gender specific.
oh, msmolly. what a wonderful post. thank you.
i’m a philologist, by training. i’m fascinated by language, the way it grows and changes, all the different ones that are out there, and have been but forgotten.
i was taught that language is power. that is, if you speak the “right” ones, you can advance yourself in society. i just watched ‘My Fair Lady’ the other day.
i’m pretty good with them; i speak 7 and dabble in a couple others. my favorite is Emesal, which means “The Fine Tongue.” it’s really complicated and was a ritual religious language for high status Sumerian women, thousands of years ago. only a handful of us speak it today.
it has all these deliberate funny sounding accents and stresses. “gn” and “mmmhm” and stuff like that. it’s just fascinating.
It’s what happens when you’re done in.
If you could fry the stew…
#1 menu item.
that would be ‘fra’, washed down with a ‘kurs lat’
jeebus
How ya doin’, Cowgirl?
Wow, that pretty interesting. Should we take out an insurance policy on you?
Is it pretty quiet with just you and the four-leggeds?
I pronounce it Deh-me. Emphasis on first.
Gotcha. Thanks.
Like plum tuckered out?
btw, I figured out the perfect item would be chicken-fried chipotle bacon.
Ready to put a fork in it.
Correct you are.
The night in question, I had wondered if it was appropriate for a younger high school girl to spend so much time late at night online with a bunch of foul mouthed bloggers. It got pretty rank sometimes. Someone said only a man would question that.
you know what i find amazingly fascinating? what’s it called, “gullah.” i may be spelling that wrong; i’m not a scholar of american languages.
but i saw a show on PBS about it once. dang, how can anyone understand those people? apparently it has to do with the place in Africa the slaves originally came from, and the culture that developed on the Carolina coast as a result.
Good Morning,
must be fascinating to see the effects of the internet on language, not so much words we use, but how we use them
Bacon-wrapped chicken-fried hickory-smoked bacon.
Served with a side of ranch and a big tall glass of sweet tea.
Hit the wall.
Where i worked, we received a new printer from HP. When you open the box (THIS END UP), the first thing you see is a sign covering the entire contents that says in LARGE letters “Try it our way FIRST. Please read the instructions, Thanks, H-P”.
Boxturtle (Methinks there was frustration amongst the support personnel at the time)
That’s fascinating! And I’m happy to see you. I was wondering where you’d gotten to. Are you still in TX?
oh, did i tell you all? i’m so excited and happy.
conservative christian mrs. neighbor called me yesterday, out of the blue. we had dinner a few days ago in their home. she’s very chatty.
she wants to garden with me! and we’re going to her son’s BB sporting event on Sat. i feel so accepted.
i was thinking about talking about my favorite sci fi book with her. it’s about a torturer, an orphan, who over the course of five books in the series, basically is jeebus. it’s set one million years in the future, when our sun is dying. he dies, to bring the Light from heaven to restart it.
what’d yall think? is that too radical/offensive?
You sure that wasn’t Please to try first this our way? which is how most instructions read in my experience.
Was that by any chance Cassie? She hung out here a lot! She’s at college now, and in fact may be nearly ready to graduate, I think.
msmolly,
Uff-da! In a particular context which is but one considered proper and acceptable. Thank you Minnesota.
I heard somewhere that a specific warning wouldn’t be printed on the container if someone, somewhere, hadn’t tried to do whatever it is. Boggles the mind.
lol
trying to figure out how to type the contracted ‘do you have sweet tea?’ phonectically for the firedogs
lemme see … y’ahhuvsweetee ?
Perfect. And so is the trophy!
very much this.
yes, i cannot stop thinking about it. i was having a conversation only yesterday with a scholar friend of mine at Harvard about this.
we’re lucky, us murkins. it’s very convenient for us all that engrish, and not chinese or russian, are the Language of the Interwebs. my dad was a scholar of russian, and damn, it’s hard. i tried to learn it, and failed.
i love the shorthand the internets have created in “english.” yo, heh, meh, ymmv, IANAL… there are so many i can hardly keep up. the young internet device users in this country hardly speak anything like what oldsters like me do.
this is an amazing age. we live in a time when language has never evolved and changed faster. and it’s global. dood.
Y’allgawswee-tee?
I mentioned here in a thread recently that I traveled by car with a couple of co-workers to a conference or event in the south. We stopped at a diner-type place for lunch, and I ordered tea, and calmly dumped in a packet of sweetener.
After which I discovered that tea in the South is always served sweetened. I think also in the East, because I recall having to specify “regular” and not “sweet” in Massachusetts years ago.
Not to me. Hard to tell about her. But, you’ve got to be yourself if you’re going to have a friendship. Gardening together sounds fun. You just never know with other people. Is this the one who asked Ruth how she keeps her plants from dying?
I’d say gopher it. But, that’s just me.
That might be the end of a beautiful friendship. LOL.
I’m SO jealous. I have zero skill when it comes to learning other languages, I’m lucky to speak understandable english.
Last time I tried to learn a new language, I mangled “Good Morning, How are you?” so badly the teacher accused me of trying to summon Cthulhu.
Boxturtle (She turned me on to Lovecraft with that, so the class wasn’t a total waste)
Yes, it was. With TRex, Eli and Teddy (Partridge) San Francisco, and some others the conversations got kind of out there and Cassie’s aunt, would sometimes ask the guys to tone it down. Ummmm?
I’d be careful. There are so many different versions of Southern Baptist that you might not offend one but offend all the others.
Boxturtle (Me, I’d talk gardening)
still in TX. it’s fun. people are so gawddamn friendly here. sure, it may be fake. i know southron folk do that, pretend to be nice but really hate you behind your back. but still.
i am so grooving on the “sir” and “ma’am” thing. everyone professes respect to me, all the time! who cares if they really mean it, cause i’m a negre. it’s still really Nice.
and of course, you sure as hell can’t rush through any purchase or retail experience. no, Sir. it’s simply not done. you’ve got to have a 10min conversation with every burger flipper, checkout lady, or gas station attendant you encounter.
it is amusing me highly. TX is responsible for GW Bush. but also: Molly Ivins. so it does not totally suck.
Speculation: Somebody ate a hammer and sued. And won. Imagine the jury that awarded that win to the plaintiff.
Boxturtle (Ever see a Marx brothers family portrait?)
-She’s tweaking on her bike. (She is fixing her bicycle)
- “n+1 couch” is any couch with n seats that can accommodate n + 1 people. (CalTech)
My 19 year old son taught me TLDR.
Too Long Didn’t Read.
He’s my translator. That and teh giggle.
Sounds like fun, actually. The farthest away I’ve moved is from the Detroit area to Indiana, and that’s not really far enough to experience differences in culture.
I do recall moving from the Detroit area to Flint, MI, and being surprised how much more friendly and informal people were. The bank tellers called me by name there, which startled me at first. I was accustomed to larger-city impersonal treatment.
wow. I hadn’t even thought of the impact of chinese or russian based internets.
I doubt you “failed” at russian – probably just don’t speak it as well as your late father. It is difficult, even for those who easily grok other languages. my daughter’s father was fluent and literate in russian (it is all that kept him out of Vietnam). He attended the (now defunct ?)Defense Language Institute in Monterey – was fascinated by how many of his classmates were of appalachian/west virginia origin, but had a knack for south east asian languages and dialects
the “deeper” in to the South you go, the sweeter it is.
I have guests who regularly order something other than tea when I tell them ours is unsweetened. almost always a man btw
bubba x: “why doncha y’all have sweet tea ?”
surly hippy waitress: “on a count it attracts the wrong kind of people”
the thing about me, yall, is that i can’t not be “offensive.” in some way, to almost all people. heh, i even offended TRex. we’re not friends anymore, and i haz a sad about that, but i suppose it’s my fault…
but i am All Offensive Things to All People, All the Time. so i just go with it.
what i also am is: a good neighbor. honest. hard working. mostly sober. i don’t lie, steal, cheat or kill. i show respect for your favorite ridiculous belief. i will go to church, temple or mosque with you, for the community feeling. i will watch your dog or child when you’re on vacation or emergency. i will not tell you, “your favorite music sucks.”
i like to think all that will get me somewhere, here in TX.
hell, i’m even grooving on the xtian rock station. “jeebus loves me, /grind guitar drums/ dood, he totally will solve all my problems!”
it’s amusing.
(singing It’s a Small World After All)
Sonny’s father also attended that school. He was learning Chinese.
Reminds me of,
The bigger the hair, the closer to God.
-You aint got the brains GOD gave a rock.
-Well, now. (Portland)
-Well, good! (prison)
-If you put her brains in a thimble they’d rattle like road apples in a bushel basket.
-spork: A hybrid between a spoon and a fork. (prison)
-I ain’t seen you in a minute.
-I ain’t seen you in a coon’s age.
-Where you been? I ain’t seen you since Jesus left./I ain’t seen you since The Flood.
-He’s older than dirt/older than Methusela.
-This place? Jesus betta watch hisself. (prison)
Sweet tea is now featured in restaurants here in the Midwest (and probably elsewhere). Even McDonald’s has sweet tea.
Ya wanna knuckle sandwich. (3 stooges)
now it’s just “the bigger the cross on your
pocketbook,handbagpurse, the closer to God”I swears it’s look like a damn boat anchor on some of ‘em
Geez. I haven’t seen that here. Maybe it’s a regional thang.
I think TRex (David) had a fairly short fuse. You might friend him on FB and see if he accepts. I’m a FB friend but he rarely posts there that I can see.
we boomers grew up as duck n cover kids, our kids are supposed to fear the terrorists, but it’s high fructose corn syrup that will truly be our end
You haven’t managed to offend me yet. Slacker!
Boxturtle (Try saying something nice about telemarketers. That normally works)
Quite a while ago, Margaret and I decided that those who are punked, hassled, bullied sometimes have a larger capacity for empathy.
prolly.
I’m not sure how FB works, but I see a lot of David on my home page. Multiple comments every day. I read but rarely post, so I’m not sure of the ins and outs and haven’t taken the time to figure it out.
-3 sheets to the wind
-He could eat corn on the cob through a picket fence. (he is missing some teeth)
-That’s between you, me, and yonder gatepost (Missouri).
-”wee-wee” means peeing.
-”doodlebug” means penis.
that’s where dad had a lot of sex and got drunk all the time, er, i mean “mastered Russian!”
he actually did master it. it was funny; there was a visiting Russian government official who came to the little town in MI where dad was judge. he was going to talk to them about international investment and Job Creation, or something. the town fathers were freaking out. they didn’t know anyone who could communicate with him. dad served as translator, after all those years. he hadn’t been doing the Russian stuff for decades, being out of the army and SIGINT for a long time.
my favorite dad story (did i already drop it here, i can’t recall?) is the Cuban one.
Bay of Pigs. use your imagination.
Ditto. I looked. Nothing offensive!
Be aware that McD’s sweet tea is made from syrup from a factory, not brewed on premise. That’s why they have to charge sales tax in Ohio.
Boxturtle (And I’m betting it’s corn syrup sweetened, not sugar)
I’m not sure I am actually his friend on FB, but I see him make an occasional comment.
Facebook seems to decide what appears in your news feed by caprice. I only look at it about once a day, and yesterday I saw posts from three or four people I rarely see there and don’t follow closely.
damn !
my daughter’s dad was on the german/czech border when the tanks rolled in to Prague – heartbreaking
rarely see him on twitter as well – think he now works as correspondent for Raw Story
I’d never order it anyway, so I guess I’m safe. But I read something a week or so ago about what goes into their McRib, and vowed never to eat that. But then, the only time I go near McD is v-e-r-y rarely when I’m going somewhere early a.m. I’ll pick up a sausage McMuffin with egg.
I rarely eat fast food, and if I do stop, it’s always at Wendy’s. Their classic burgers are quite good, and their fries still have skins on.
That particular ex-husband had been raised in a really f’d up conservative Southern Baptist family and when he got to Monterey, he went Hog Wild with the champagne and women and prolly men too.
Flunked out.
-getting ready to do something = fixin’ to = (South)
- a day late and a dollar short.
Just back from making migas, spuds took a bite and declared it good, but he and his mom neither one can take spiced stuff, so I just had one for myself.
In Sherman, I found one thing I did offends folks, though once they got to know me, not so much. I make little puns and jokes, about everything, and laugh, it took people awhile to realize I’m not laughing at them.
I can’t eat at Wendy’s. Too many undercooked burgers from too many different locations.
Boxturtle (Hmmm…is that ketchup or….)
Besides understanding the “Wooster” problem (see comment 90), when I moved from Kansas to Rhode Island, I discovered myself in a foreign land. First job I had saw me (low man on totem pole) taking group coffee order. The order taking was scribbled “verbatim” and I watched in amazement at what was given to me to dispense to co-workers.
Coffee cabinet, BLT, corn toastie, half-and-half. (Coffee cabinet = coffee-flavored milk shake; BLT has become accepted language, but for this Midwesterner, I could not translate BLT to a bacon-and-tomato sandwich; corn toastie–a peculiar, small, rectangular-shaped CORN MUFFIN, warmed and lathered with butter; and half-and-half brought forth a paper cup containing 50% milk, 50% coffee.) I imagine they were quite entertained by my ‘ignorance.’ But that’s just an ideer I’ve always merely suspected. And like sweet-tea being accepted as tea in the South, regular coffee meant coffee with sugar and cream; black coffee had to be a special request.
Oh yeah, I’ve heard those.
Lurve this topic.
Morning, all.
Wendy’s now has a nice cod sandwich, and I do like their frosty. But any fast food place now has a salad, it’s got mixed greens in it and is good, I found out travelling across the U.S. last summer.
Actually, I like them a bit on the rare side. But I don’t eat burgers much at all, not even at home, because you can’t tell what’s in the ground beef unless you grind your own meat.
“flunked out” during the Vietnam era was an automatic ticket to radio school – warnings of such were posted over most classroom doorways. good to see he survived
I had to look that up. Yum.
Mister’s working On Site today and was rushing out, so he had to settle for the plain scrambled eggs I made him. But, the raisen bread toast made up for it. :)
A sorta funny story. He’s been working long hours this week, in the outside world. I was asleep by the time he got home and he spied the huge pie I left on the island. Oh, boy, he thought. Apple pie. So after he rustled up some grub and et it, he dug into what he thought was the apple pie, only to discover it was his dinner: a chicken pot pie. Ah, well.
Oh, I hear that in Mr.’s family occasionally. Both of us are descended from Arkies who migrated to the shipyards of Oakland during the dust bowl. (You can take the Arkies out of Arkansas, but they’ll still find each other and inbreed. Heehee.)
Chow chow is a southern version of relish or condiment.
Another bit of knowledge about lunch on the road, ask for what you want, and they have it, like vinegar for fries. It isn’t put out because folks scarf it up.
There’s another idiom, scarf up stuff.
When my ex and I were newlyweds, he had been raised Catholic and we didn’t eat meat on Fridays (that didn’t last) so we often got a McD fish sandwich for dinner on Fridays. I ordered one a couple of years ago, sorta remembering that they weren’t bad, and it was awful. Thick breading and dried-out fish.
I eat a lot of fish at home, never deep fried. But maybe I’ll order the cod sandwich instead of a burger next time I stop at Wendy’s.
Oh, this is the ex who’s ten years younger than I. (Note Molly, that I did not say me) So, this was way past Viet Nam days.
my portuguese relatives from the Azores made chow chow – a very spicy version.
then there’s some amish version that tastes a lot like bread ‘n butter pickles
yeccch to all :D
ha ha, you silly thing. you had more than one ex? i stopped after my first husband. no more of those, thanks.
Dad was a young, pimply faced man when he was in Teh Army. it was the Cold War, and they used bright enlisted guys like him to do the Hard Word of translating, so the officers didn’t have to and could get drunk/downlow in the officer’s club.
so it’s the Cold War, and the Bay of Pigs. Dad is sitting in the radio room, where they translated spy stuff and kept an eye on those Evil Sooveeits radio transmissions. very pre-interwebs stuff.
dad gets a printout. or transmission, or something. he reads it. he freaks out. cause there are ~one zillion russian troops sitting on a hill in Cuba. he wasn’t drunk at this time and decoded it properly.
his commanding officer comes in, rips it out of his hands, and says “you never saw this. do you hear me? that’s an order.” dad shuts up. for many years, until much after i was born.
i served. i was even officer grade. i understand. fubar, etc.
it’s worse in the air farce, or marines, these days. that makes me sad. service should be Honorable.
Migas? Huh?
Edit: nevermind. I looked it up.
Another is piccalilli and is pickled veggies.
Bread and butter pickle relish is what I know as chow chow. Both of us have British blood from Arkanses, so It sounds like chow chow is European?
It’s a long story. Let’s put it this way, I don’t have to wonder about reincarnation in the after life. I’ve lived several versions during this one time around.
Molly, thanks for the wonderful thread. Richard would have enjoyed it, I think.
So…I’m taking off for now. Will probably stop back later as I’m painting in an area of the LR that’s about 15 feet away from my desk and I take a lot of breaks.
And, thanks to everyone else for all of the great sharings.
That is SW breakfast, eggs with salsa and cheese, can be with panfried potatoes, which I had, or with chips.
the good news…. our fridge is apparently not broken
the bad news …. our fridge is apparently not broken, which means I have to get off the ol rusty dusty and clean the sucker whilst empty
looks around for those pesky environmental types – you can have my clorox spray when you pry it from my cold dead hands
thanks Ms Molly, y’all .
everyone have a good day
Like a boss.
ok, gittin my ass in gear nao.
later, taters. have a gud’n.
There are Clorox wipes if you are like me and want to wipe things up and then toss the whole wipe.
Got a PUAC to do now, check in tomorrow if you can. Thanks, msmolly. Mark my words, you got that right.
I’m headed out too, for now. I have frittered away (and enjoyed!) the morning chatting with you’uns. Two items on my to-do list aren’t going to do themselves — my income taxes need doing!
I will stop by later to see if anyone has fessed up to having a back deck. Tee hee.
y’all are funny ya don’t know Migas. If there is a god Migas is some of her best work.
I have never HEARD of Migas!!
Where you from you don’t know Migas?
Tex-mex migas.
Yup, when I looked it up I saw that. Sounds pretty good. Maybe I can find a recipe online. I love eggs and fried potatoes, not much of a salsa fan, tho.
Try fresh pico de gallo rather than salsa. Much cleaner and crisper flavors. Salsa is always really muddled.
Ruth (judging from her desription) makes it way different than it is made in these parts. The good news is you can make it any way you like! I like to start with chorizo, onions and peppers in a frying pan. When the sausage is cooked so are the onions and peppers and you can throw in torn up corn tortillas for just a minute or 2. Pour in scrambled eggs and cook through. Fresh pico-de-gallo to taste. Heaven.
migas?
say what?
If Jesus were a chef, he would make Migas.
Alas, he was a carpenter.
I know! Never heard of it. Sounds good though.
Ha! What’s it going to be next?
I blame Jesus. Ha!
yo, Shanequa !!
your phone goes right to voicemail
call home now please
you are effin’ killin me !
:D
Mexico city migas = Madrid Garlic Soup. Darn near ingredient for ingredient. I recommend it highly under either name.
Just make sure if you order it that everyone else orders it. Otherwise, you’ll be banished to the TV room.
Boxturtle (Brushing your teeth doesn’t help much. Neither does mouthwash)
This thread has been a hoot.
BT, I do not know if you are drinking tea or smoking tea, but I want to have what you are having. I have been giggling all through this thread — mostly at your comments and parenthetical notes!
As for the thread…I was raised in Ohio by parents from MA. I never could claim a state. All my OH friends would say I sounded like I am from North Boston or Vermont. All my family back East thought I sounded like a hick.
Now, one time I had a business trip to OK. An associate asked me, “UAHLWANATUROAKLMA?” I swear, it sounded like it was one word and his lips did not move. The inflection at the end clued me in that he asked a question. Took me 25 minutes to figure out the question. My Associate thought people from Ohio were very, very deep thinkers and would ponder before making a rash decision after his interaction with me. Wish someone could have had a film of the whole thing. He stood there waiting for an answer with a smile on his face. I stood there looking down, then up , then down again. Repeated this process a dozen times as I replayed his sounds in my head until I finally figured it out.
I said, “Sure.”
I have to add, on the end of “that” was something that sounded like “Shitty.”
So, I was really confused. try to figure out what was shitty.
My conversations with spud are like that. Lots of pauses, then ‘What?’ too.
OKC
Yep.
“You wanna tour of Oklahoma City.”
I spick in tongues.
LOL!
Thanks Ruth!
Drinking it. They frown on you smoking anything in the buildings anymore, but really encourage caffeine consumption. *twitch*
I had family in W. Va and Michigan. The Wva side thunk Ah talk-ed kinda funny, the Michigan side assessed that I needed to spend time practicing my pronunciation.
Boxturtle (the Ohio side just wanted me to do my homework on time)
Teeheee!
Then you have spiked tea or this Ohio weather has you silly.
Like I said. You are a hoot.
No smoke, all caffeine. As it should be.
Coffee has more antioxidents than green tea. Prevents depression, good for prostate health. It’s a health food in addition to a drug.
And Mr. klynn thinks it is funny to hack the pronunciation of all the towns in MA when we go back East. He gets a bit of fun out of watching me shudder and cringe as though I am listening to fingernails on a blackboard.
Yeah. Problem is, it still tastes like coffee.
Boxturtle (I have a similar problem with caviar. It tastes like salted fish eggs to me)
You needn’t have Concurred to reach Bahstonne.
Bawwaahhhh!
Dear me, put you in the car with us, you and Mr. klynn would have a field day.
My youngest, when observing someone preparing poached eggs and caviar said, “Really, eggs on eggs is good? Don’t you mean goo?”
Right down Waybosset in Providentia. (Way Bossie Went)
Lol. Can’t help you there. However, I’ve eaten enough health food in my day to know that coffee is a lesser evil where taste is involved. YMMV.
I didn’t read through all so my apologies for any repeats.
My Mom carried a pocketbook, I carry a purse, some carry a bag.
Then there’s jail, hoosegow, lock up, clink, the hilton.
I’m so hungover that I can hear the pissants climb up the neighbor’s walls.
Bar, tavern, watering hole, gin mill, and the one the average high class drunk uses “the club”.
Sit here beside me on the sofa/settee/divan or variation thereof and fill me in/let’s talk.
Off now, thanks for good company.
Ah yes, my mother carried a pocketbook. Haven’t heard that one recently.
You forgot pub. I hear that around here, too, although a pub is usually a better class of establishment and serves what we sometimes call “bar food” (i.e., sandwiches, fries, chips, etc.).
Oh.my.god.my fave topic and I ‘m too late! From redd up to sweetea, y ‘all have covered lots of what I would ‘ve said, though.
I moved to Pgh in high school , where I was shocked by things like “you ‘uns” aand especially, “my hair needs washed.”
Aargh!
Molly, I never heard “back deck ” gtoeing up in Indpls., but then, nobody had any kind of deck that I knew. We had some patios in the neighborhood ; if the dad and friends put it in themselves.
Er, “growing up “. Sorry: Kindle kryboard sux.
Yeah, mine too. Then I didn’t hear that again til I moved to Massacusetts.
Where my very first job required phone answeing. For my first 2weeks I couldn’t underdtand a thing and had to hand over the phone to someone else.
(A year later, visitmy mom, her native Mainer friend said I said Boston just like a Bosto nian. A year after that, a native called me a native when we were discussing accents. And now I say y ‘all again.)
“Oh we got to visiting (talking) and lost track of time.” TX and OK. At least.
My mom is PA Dutch. The only word on that list I recognize is “buss ” as in “She just bussed my cheek when she left.”
Hoosegow is from Spanish, y ‘know: juzgado pronounced juzgao.
Like buckaroo < vaquero. Lessee.hmm. lasso< lazo.
that is all at the moment, though I know there are more.
I think after this morning’s discussion that “back deck” is local to at least this part of Indiana, or perhaps only here in South Bend. Although I’ve heard a couple of people use the term who are fairly recent transplants to the area, so I assumed it was in wider use.
Still makes me giggle.
I’ve heard “hoosegow” many times. Also “the pokey” for jail.
I hear ya.
I’ve heard “my (or the) ___ needs ___” many times, and in fact I’ve probably said it. Had no idea it was a regional thing. Grammar Nazi that I am, I’m sure I’ve harumphed to myself that an inanimate object can’t “need” something.
Also harumph to myself when someone calls a food “healthy” and that’s pretty common (even, I suspect, in last Friday’s “foodie” post). A food isn’t a living thing that can be healthy. Food is healthFUL, though. People and animals are healthy.
W00t! I finished my taxes.
FWIW, most people around here call it soda but I drink “pop”, and will always call it “pop”
But, what did you/do you call your daddy?
lol
But, that too is a regionalism isn’t it?
Pa, Paddy, Da, Dad, Daddy.
I’m glad to see you here from time and again.
Once in a while.
From time to time.
Especially today which is Now. :)
This was a great topic…I love that kind of “figures of speech”, as well. On the pronounciation, New Orleans is great…the mis-pronounced French, of course. But there also is a series of streets named for the muses, like Calliope….Cal-ee-ope….you’d hardly know it’s the same word, and several are like that. My spelling may be weird; haven’t thought about these things in awhile. I really like the phrases, like “how the cow ate the cabbage.” My mother was tops at those, and I had to ask for along time what she was saying….can still make me laugh.
Coming late, and skimming thru, so I dunno if demi had any, but some of the kids say hella, instead of hell of a
I actually wrote a couple Science Friday posts on regional accents and phrases a couple years ago (site is now defunct) and one of the videos I found was this one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIZgw09CG9E
Hi ya, sweetie pie.
You know that I love to read and I especially love to read good stories about people and places I’m not and haven’t been. One of my favorite aspects of those kinds of books is the variations in the way we communicate. Not only the different words and phrases but emotionally. The different cultures and all.
That’s another subject – regional foods
How about fleischkuekle, kuchen, or lutefisk?
Hey, Yes pretty amazing; sometimes it really seems we all speak in
“tongues” so it is a wonder we get along as well as we do. And even in the early part of last century…the Depression, years before the war…it is hard to recall or imagine how primitive life
really was in much of this country.
I seem to recall that most of California says “pop” along with the Midwest.
I think what kids call their fathers may be more familial than regional. It also may reflect how kids feel about their parents. I was fond of my father and less so of my mother, so they were always “daddy” (until I got older) and “mother.” Nobody in my extended family (that I know of) called their father “pops” or “pop” or “papa.”
Kids today have an entire vocabulary that comes from their online social lives. Hella may be one of those. I am FB friends with a couple of my oldest grandson’s friends and once in awhile I want to ask “what does that word mean?” but usually I don’t. I try to just lurk on their threads.
That one’s actually at least 20 years old
I can’t think of any others off the top of my head
Thanks, John. I didn’t know that. I’ve only seen it recently (in the last year or two).
-He was hatched on a stump.
(My 88-year-old mother, Letty, by phone just now. She loves colloquialisms.
Growing up and as a young adult, I never heard nobody in New York City sayin’ “hatched on a stump”, but I do love it now. Thanks for sharing your mama with us. She sure is a gem.
-The Bears.
-Da Bears.
-How ’bout those Bears.
She actually told me that comes from her mother, so it must go back to the 1800s or so.
Started with ‘groovy.’ Then ‘far out.’ Then ‘righteous.’ ‘Hella’ came along with ‘dope,’ I think anyway.
About the same time as badass.
LOL! Those are great!
You’d better get your shit in one bag.
*blert!*
OMG. That’s hilarious!
John in Sacramento: we could do a whole thread on regional foods!
Does anyone know what “preshball” means? This is one from my grandson’s friends that I don’t want to inquire about. She uses it lots.
Not defined in urban dictionary, so I have noooo clue.
What the heck am I still doing here?
She was so ugly as a baby, her mom had to feed her with a slingshot.
Uglier than a mud fence.
As busy as a one-legged cat in a sandbox.
Saying ‘in’ instead of ‘on.’ She was settin in the floor/settin in grandma’s lap.
I need to see a man about a horse (need to use the bathroom).
She’s right smart.
It’s mighty hot.
Reach it to me.
might could
might should
I think the root is precious. Not for sure, seeing something on Pinterest.
Oh, you precious ball of sun!
Oh, you preshball of sun.
Ah ha! Just one bag? That’s like my Big Bag, right?
“)
Hi CS.
I really like Reach It To Me.
It’s mutually proactive, or something.
Interactive.
Like Hug Me,You.
(((demi)))
Ooh, peeking back in…”reach it to me.” I find myself saying this sometimes, but can’t remember where I picked it up.
That’s the trouble with living in different regions; can’t always remember which expression came from which place.
I vaguely recall being horrified at how ungrammatical “reach it to me” is, but somehow it stuck, and I’d catch it coming out of my mouth….; )
This kinda thread really grabs us all, huh? Great idea, msmolly!
Rach Me.
Dude! Have a wonderful evening, and weekend, and All.