Some of my all-time favorite posts are those that are confessional. Where I tell on myself. I started the ‘Crack Yourself Up’ series in 2022 and if you’re curious about reading more about silly…stupid…Vicki, here’s a link so you can catch up. Or not. You decide. But the point of this post? I’ve got a ***new*** story for you. Yep. A brand-new confession.
When did it happen? How long have I been lacking in self-awareness? I’ve become my Auntie Ree (not her real name). No, you haven’t met her (at least I don’t think so) but I know you KNOW her. She’s one of those super souls who always had her own odd words for everyday terms.
Once upon a time, I needed tactical support to survive a long weekend with Auntie Ree. She was cute and kind but squirrely. Don’t get me wrong. I fancy a bit of squirrel in people’s personalities, but Auntie Ree required a translator or a script. Or a tour guide?
My favorite bon mots in her quirky repertoire of phrases? “Get to gettin”. I took that to mean hurry up because she’d typically mutter those words as she rose from a chair, huffing a little because a task awaited. To which, she needed to ‘get to gettin’….it done, I presumed?
Every now and then, I indulge in a heavy sigh, and you know what happens. I channel Auntie Ree who passed away a millennia ago. If I want to go all in with my memory lane moments, I’ll keep a twang going and talk about needing to do the ‘warsh’ (laundry) and if I’m out and about shopping – enough that a cart is required – I’ll smile and say, “Golly, I need a buggy”.
Regional slang, I suppose. And I love it. But my smirk today is all about my own goofball words – verbs – that I toss around when I need to excuse myself from one of the many, many virtual meetings we find ourselves in these days. My “travel time” might be non-existent, but in between confabs, my bladder needs a break and sometimes I need a snack. Or both. Big deal, right? What’s the point? Wellllll…
I find myself saying I’ve gotta BUZZ, POP, HOP, SCOOT when I announce my departure from a meeting. Why the silly words? I might be doing everyone involved a good turn – a little community service – if I just say I’m leaving. Gotta go. My exit strategy from virtual meetings is overloaded with cutesy euphemisms. I haven’t descended into I gotta “get to gettin” lingo, but it’s on deck. I can feel it.
No – I’m not ridiculing anyone’s rural roots here. Only my own. No insults intended if this post finds I’ve got a few pals who also do the warsh…or use a buggy when they shop. If that’s you, I hope you don’t mind my company. Me and Auntie Ree are right there with you.
Vicki 🥰
A little more – some lagniappe about celebrating differences? Here you go: Different is Good – Victoria Ponders
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