More Best Words

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My sis and I remembered some more of our families hillbilly words and wanted to do a sequel to my Feb 15th post

hootenanny: hooten·anny (ho̵̅o̅t′’n an′ē). noun pl. hootenannies. A meeting of folk singers, as for public entertainment.

curmudgeon: (kər mujən). noun. a surly, ill-mannered, bad-tempered person; cantankerous fellow

tarnation: (tär nās̸hən). noun. It is prevalent among hillbillies to say euphemisms to show anger, such as “tarnation.” It’s a word that’s a substitute for one such as “damnation”. Other examples of euphemisms in hillbilly slang to avoid cursing are “gol durn it” and “dag nab it.”

lollygag: (lälē gag′). verb. to waste time in trifling or aimless activity; fool around

heebie-jeebies: ( hēbē jēbēz). noun. A feeling of uneasiness or nervousness; the jitters.

I Can’t Say No

I am tempted by many, many things. Things as diverse as items for sale at a flea market. I won’t go into them now because I can say “no” to them without much difficulty.

Popcorn, however, is a different matter.

PopcornI can’t get enough of it. One little microwave bag can hold me for a while, when I’m desperate, but this girl needs the mega bucket at the movies. If at home, I sweet talk hubby into making the “good stuff” using a beat-up old pan, on the stove, popping a huge batch of white popcorn in butter flavored Crisco. Salted well, of course. He has perfected this skill. No doubt because of constant practice.

Popcorn

My favorite son-in-law uses a large old-fashioned popcorn machine to make a large bin of movie-style popcorn right there in the family room. He, my daughter, and granddaughter also love popcorn. So why do they make fun of me? It’s healthier for me than potato chips or sweets. So what if I want it every night for dessert? And every day packed in my briefcase to take to work and eat with my lunch?

Popcorn Go ahead and jest. Just pass the popcorn!

The Smallest Thing

Magnifying GlassWhat is the smallest thing near me? To my naked eye, the smallest thing is the speck on my mouse pad. It could be a piece of cashew, a grain of course sea salt, or a crumb from the finger foods I eat while I write: cereal, chips, granola, and popcorn. I try to be neat, but crumbs happen. Just ask my keyboard.

In order to truly know the composition of this speck, I would have to lick my finger, place it on the speck and extract it from the mouse pad, then put it on my tongue.  I’m not above doing this, but I like to recognize what it is, if I do. When the uninvited speck gets in the way of my mousing, I will shoo it off with the back of my hand to the floor. No biggie.

What I don’t like to think about are the small things that my naked eye can’t see. Germs. Bedbugs. Dust mites. I certainly do not want to see these things under a microscope! I saw a glimpse of a Science Channel discussion on dust mites once, and they showed close-ups of mites at 100x magnification. I had nightmares for a week.

I almost put a photo of this monster on my blog to show you what I mean. I came to my senses just in time! If you were blessed and had never seen this, who am I to be the one to give you nightmares?  I don’t need any either.

Some things are just better left alone. And sometimes, ignorance is bliss.