Other Things You Should Not Say

I am rather new at all this flower stuff. I bought three of these plants and only one of them produces a flower. When I first bought them and potted them, they looked like they were dying. My melancholic husband, James, said, "Why don't you just throw those out?". My friend, Beverly came and saw them. She said, "Move them, Princess, and be patient." Well, I tend to listen to her advice about flowering much more than James' "throw those out", although patience is not one of my virtues. Leaving something in one place is not one of my virtues either. As a matter of fact, I think "mixing and moving" is one of my spiritual gifts. That and changing the subject. It is either a spiritual gift or it is part of my whole A D D thing. Whatever! I moved them and then left them in the exact spot they seem to do best.

I came out one morning to water, as is my daily routine, and found my Gerber Daisy. I called Beverly and she said, "I told ya, Princess, ya gotta be patient." I called James and he said, "That's good.". I wanted more excitement but he was in the middle of a conference call and had no idea what a Gerber Daisy was anyway. When he got home that afternoon I did, however, drag him out on the deck and made him look at it and reminded him (of course) that HE had told me to "just throw them out".

Hmmmmmmmmm!

I then called Lisa, my sister, who is an amazing floral designer of fresh as well as silk flowers. You have seen some of her work in MamMaw's purse. I said, "Lisa, I gotta a Gerber." She said, and I am telling you, this is all she said, "Karen, it's Gerbera." Well, whatever, I got one. I grew it.

Well, guess what it withered and died but NOW one came back and another one is on its' way.

OK! I said all of this to tell you this:

I am a Texan to the core. I was born in Downtown Fort Worth and I have never lived anywhere but in the state of Texas (including Houston for 5 years). I am Texan and I can talk Texan with the best of them. Have you ever listened when two Texans get together. Girl, that's when all the slang comes out. If you are not from Texas you would not even understand what we are saying. And the Cajuns think they have it?!?!?!?

Lisa, forgive me in advance. I have to tell this story.

One evening Lisa and I were sitting in my living room just chatting side by side in my recliners. Here's the conversation:

Me: Hey, Sissy, I've 'cided I don't think I'll ever get Alzheimer's.

Sissy: Really, why?

Me: Well, I've noticed that it seems to me only really intelligent people get it.

Sissy: Well then, you lobble to get it 'for me.

Me: Well, I prob'ly will 'cause I don't even know what "lobble" means.

Sissy: I don't either but I've heard it all my life.

Me: I think it's "liable".

Laughter and a quick run to the bathroom ensued with Daniel sitting on the couch looking at us like we are both idiots.

I have told that story many times at the salon and the other day my friend, Tanya, said this to me. "Karen, you can make fun of Lisa all day long for saying "lobble" but do you know how many times you say "awulago"? I have since made a conscious effort to say "A while ago" or "Earlier". AWULAGO sounds like something you would find in the Australian Outback.

AWULAGO or LOBBLE and other things you should not say.

Let me hear some of your words!