Southern Expression Really Old.

My grandfather, born in Montana in 1882, had a favorite saying when asked how he was: "I'm finer than frog hair, split three ways." He always started his sentences with, "I God..." and anyone not in his favor was a "goofy gunsel..." He's been gone for years, and at 82 I still remember the sound of his gravelly old voice.
 
Went in wally world in Savannah the other day and was shocked to see many real cashiers. One saw my expression and asked if anything was wrong and told her at home they have mostly self check outs. I told her I heard many wally worlds were going back to cashiers as folks were” Stealing them blind”. She busted out laughing and said she had never heard that. Told her it was an old saying and she should tell her friends….
 
Those mini lobsters were always crawdads when I was growing up. Just as any small sunfishes - bluegill, redear, pumpkinseed, etc. were perch.

Boy, Ima give you a whoopin your grandkids'll fill.

That ol boy was so tight he'd hang hay up in a tree and just let his sheep get a whiff of it.
I tried them one time and they tasted like something that came out of a ditch. :LOL:
 
I was perusing my old PMs t'other day (t'other - that's a southernism) and I found one I wrote to Cajun Lawyer some years back.

I asked him what they call them mini lobsters you find in the ditch. I told him that around here we call them crawdads. I asked if they called them crawdads or if they were crawfish or if they were crayfish.

He said they was mud bugs.
 
I was perusing my old PMs t'other day (t'other - that's a southernism) and I found one I wrote to Cajun Lawyer some years back.

I asked him what they call them mini lobsters you find in the ditch. I told him that around here we call them crawdads. I asked if they called them crawdads or if they were crawfish or if they were crayfish.

He said they was mud bugs.
Mud bug is a slang name and is NOT the most commonly used name for them .
 
Not a Southern-Phrase…. but An Engishman friend of mine commented on a well-endowed bra-less young lady who’d wiggled-past wearing a T-shirt …resembled ….”two ferrets in a bag”…
 
We do have the boils here pretty regularly. Being married to a Cajun gal does come with nice benefits. :) She has given up on teaching me how to make a roux instead of just gravy. LOL
There was a fellow named Lauderdale… an “aerial application operator” (i.e. crop-duster)…who owned a beautiful turf runway near Caldwell, Tx. At one time, April of every year, …he’d Host a “CrawDad-Boil” at his little airfield.
It consisted of a huge amount of spicy boiled mud-bugs with corn and red-potatoes served on the newspaper-lined bottom of a cardboard beer-carton along with keg-beer and sweet-tea and live country music. It was “Free” for anyone arriving by airplane or motorcycle (Harley’s got preferred-parking). Everyone else who showed up paid…. $15, IIRC …. for all you can eat. (the sweet-tea was for the fly-ins, who also were encouraged to give free airplane-rides for the young-un’s… “Young Eagle Flights” it was called.
Quite a generous civic-minded gift to his fellow-citizens and strangers who were welcome.
God Bless those kinds of people. :love:
 
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