a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, February 4, 2010

I Said Pillar!

It's over!  I have reverted to total hickdom.  I have always prided myself on not speaking the dialect.  I can't loose the southern twang but I can say the words correctly...I thought.

I have always  pronounced words correctly and only used ain't for a dramatic effect. 

I heard myself say pillar instead of pillow and I knew it was over.
 I am Jubilation T Cornpone reborn (The statue, not the lady)

For the color of  a flower I will now say yeller, in fact, I will even call the flowers, flares from now on. I will no longer have yellow flowers. From this point forward, I shall have yeller flares, I shall look out the winder, I will put pillars on my bed, and I will become meller while relaxin'. 

I shall now say oncet and twicet and I shall hear a Si Reen when the police come fer me.  Nothing will be pretty any more, it will be purty.  I will bake with flare (flour) not to be confused with the yaller flare.  My dogs will now officially be "dawgs".

How could I know, all those years visiting Dogpatch USA would cause me to end up in this corndition??

17 comments:

The Green Stone Woman said...

That's so funny. I thought you already talked like that and you shouldn't be ashamed of it, it's just a dialect. I've been known to speak it myself when I'm in the right mood.

Lori E said...

Paddle faster....I hear banjoes.

Rudee said...

Lori E made me laugh so hard I choked on my coffee.

mj said...

Loved the post.... Just a reminder: You can take the country gal out'a the country, but ya can't take the country out'a the country gal! :o)

ellen abbott said...

thanks for the laugh this morning.

Gramma Ann said...

Oh dear, you are so funny.

I grew up in Western Maryland, and the little area I grew up in has a twang. Now that I live in Iowa, a lot of people ask me where I'm from. They think I have a southern twang. Sometimes when my friends can't understand the word I am trying to say, I spell it, and we all have a good laugh when they try to get me to pronounce it correctly. It sounds correct to me. LOL...

the canned quilter said...

Love it! I was born in Ga. and raised in La. but have lived in the North for many years. (married a yankee) I still revert back. The kids just look at me funny! Lol
Love the blog!

Jo said...

Oh ROFL! what a lovely post. Of course I've not heard most of the words, but dawgs, yeller and purty I recognise from movies.

Mildred said...

A native of Georgia, I have it bad too plus I have a Minnie Mouse voice! While riding the rapid transit system in Atlanta, I have folks from out of town to say, "oh talk some more, I want to hear you talk!!!" Oh well, I am where I'm supposed to be!

Nezzy said...

My aunt lived with us when she started High School. When my daddy took her to Tiny Ozarks High School to enroll her the Principal asked if she spoke any English? Heeeheeehe! She was from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Poor girl didn't speak anything but English...she just didn't speak Hick!

Loved this funny, funny post Gail
God bless your day!!!

Judy said...

Great humor!! Enjoy your corndition!!

A Joyful Chaos said...

Thanks for the great post! Gave me a good chuckle.

Spring Lake Farm said...

Too funny! I knew I was in trouble when one day I said I was going over to Mom n'ems. I honestly stopped talking and was like "What did I just say!".

Thanks for the smiles!

Sandy

Pat said...

You fergit to say pank instead of pink and far instead of fire!

We still love ya, even tho you may be a redneck!

ellen abbott said...

Doomed, I say, you are doomed. Pretty soon you will be spelling things with a backwards 'K' for a 'C'.

~Tonia said...

I am all Fer Hillbilly talk!! Lol I cant help it sometimes it just slips out! You'uns have a good day Ya Hear?

Shania said...

I think you mean the PO-leece. and don't fergit to change the 'er' in the tracter.

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