Fixin’ to be Texan

I’ve lived in Texas for a couple of years now. But some days, I still have to listen carefully to understand what people around here are saying. Here’s an example from a conversation I could have overheard in the grocery store this morning (with a lot of exaggeration):

Woman #1:  Boy hidy, y’all lost some pounds!

Woman #2:  All it took was eating a passel of greens, instead of a mess of fried chicken, is all.

Woman #1: Guess that’s the way to go at it then. Says rat cheer in this magazine, if you get tard of keeping track a what goes in your mouth, y’awn y’own.

Woman #2:  Yup. If you’re fixin’ to lose weight, best to ease out of the kitchen before you eat the whole enchilada.

Ha . . . funnin’ aside, Texans are some of the nicest people I’ve ever been around. It’s nothing to come out of the grocery store and have a guy in a cowboy hat and boots offer to help you with your bags. Or, have a woman with six kids offer to let you cut in front of her in the movie line. And everybody waves at everybody here.

 

I love my home state of Idaho . . . but like the popular bumper sticker says: I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could.

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  1. When we knew we were moving to Georgia all this years ago, I wrote a speech for my Brit hubs to give at the company convention where they would be announcing the move. It was written in Southern. You would have howled to hear a British accent speaking Southern. He brought down the house. 🙂

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