I’m Just Curious: Bless your heart!

by Debbie Walker

You might have already guessed that I enjoy words. I have the big dictionary, the thesaurus and the Internet with no end of words!! I love it!

I decided to have some fun tonight. I get curious about “sayings.” I am going to share some southern sayings. When I moved to Florida one of my treats was hearing the sayings!

How about:

My favorite is: In the south you can say anything about anybody as long as you follow it with “bless his heart.” “That is the ugliest baby I’ve ever seen, bless his heart.” “She needs to do something with that hair, bless her heart.” Following an elder on the highway driving 30 miles an hour you can cuss and then just cover it with, “Bless his/her heart.”

“Do you know the difference between a conniption fit and a hissy fit?” None. Just pray you are not the one who caused it!

“I brought you into this world and I can take you out and  make another one just like you!”

“Over yonder a piece” is not very far but “Way over yonder is a far piece.”

“A truth comes naked, a lie has to wear its pants.”

Southern babies know that “Gimme some sugar” is not a request for the white granulated sweet substance on the table.

A southerner knows that “fixin” is used instead of “getting ready to” any particular thing. A southerner is “fixin” to do something.

When a southern mama says, “Don’t ugly your sister,” it has nothing to do with physical appearance.

Southern mamas are good at “slap” threatening. “I’ll slap your face off.” Or “I’ll slap you so far down in your shoes you can’t see daylight,” or “I’ll slap a knot on your head.”

One southern elder I met referred to all the small children as “Chaps,” girls, boys, no matter.

If his lips movin,’ he’s lyin! One lady I know used to say about her brother, “if he has a choice between standing flat footed on the ground or climbing that big pine tree and lying, he’ll climb that tree every time!!”

If that boy had an idea, it would die of loneliness.

He’s so dumb; he could throw himself on the ground and miss!

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

Keep it up and I’ll cancel your birth certificate!

He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

I’m so hungry my belly thinks my throats been cut.

Well, aren’t you precious.

Oh yeah, this is a favorite of mine. I found out when I moved south that the south was still fighting the civil war! I had never heard the term Yankee as much as when I moved down there. They let me know that there was a Yankee and a damn Yankee. A Yankee was a northerner visiting the south. I was a Damn Yankee because I moved there!!!

Hope you enjoyed! Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com   and “Bless your heart” for reading once again!