I detest some words of the English language. I have a running list. It seems that “we” came up with a few of them over a drunken evening at the ranch with hubby dearest’s cousins, Cathy and Mike. Since that night, I have come up with a few of my own. Here goes…
- Discharge – Ewwwwww, ‘nuff said.
- Ointment – I don’t know why, however, it must be said in two syllables, and being from Texas and all, it’s very drawn out and again…ewwwww. By the way, oint-ment, the thought of where one puts oint-ment makes me turn up my nose, and have that “sick bastard” look.
- Slacks – No, not the word like describing a shizzit employee, as in “that chic that slacks on her report”, but more as in, and being said by a Men’s Warehouse employee, “Here, we have a fine selection of slacks.” No…they are not slacks. Can we please all jointly agree that they are pants, trousers, or whatever fabric they are made of, i.e. jeans? Heck, we can even call them clam diggers or capris, I don’t mind or care for that matter, but NEVER slacks. (By the way, I once put my ba-bay kids in a pair of clam diggers; hubby dearest hit the fan, calling them “capri” pants. When I explained to him that girls where capri pants, and that these adorable little blue jean, shorty pants were called “clam diggers”, he announced “call them whatever you wish, but I don’t ever want to see my sons in anything of the sort”. I was miffed, but I can tell you this, hubby doesn’t take a stand very often, but this was one thing that I wasn’t going to push. There has never been another pair of clam diggers in our house since.
- My family nick-name is “Nay-Nay”. I guess somewhere along the way there was some cousin who couldn’t say Reene, and it stuck. Still today, grown, with my own kids and all, when I walk into Granny’s house, and someone says “Hey Nay-Nay”, I will answer out. Good stuff there!
- I love Tupperware. What happened to a good, old-fashioned Tupperware party?
- I love board games. My favorite is “Sorry”. In true red personality fashion, I must be the “red” play piece. I will throw a fit, much like a seven year old, if I don’t get the said “red” play pieces. And don’t think you can beat me at my own game, I KNOW EVERY RULE!
Some of my other favorite board games are Connect Four, Perfection, and Jeng-a. I consider Jeng-a a board game, even though it has no board, and actually stands erect. (Another word that’s not a favorite, I don’t know why, but I think I must add it to the list above…hmmm?) My granny played Connect Four with us grandkids, and sadly, my kids can’t stand it. I sooooo hoped to pass this tradition down to them, but they hate the game! You just can’t win them all.
Recently, I saw an episode of Duck Dynasty where the Robertson clan played Perfection, and when I said that I could still complete the board in one try, and the family didn’t believe me…we pulled the game out, and yes, in one try, MOMMA BEAR still had it. Whoop Whoop! (Imagine me sway ’n, and pop’n the shoulders, and chant ’n, “I still got it, I can still kick Perfection ass.” I’m a very poor winner!)
- I dig on the checkers too. Even though I am not an only child…I have a half-brother and a step-brother…I feel like I grew up alone. My step-brother was older, like years older, and my half-brother is 7 years younger, so I was alone a lot. I think I turned out to be so good at checkers ‘cuz I played myself a lot (that sounds bad…played myself? Like a guitar Reene? Sorry, I digressed. “Squirrel”). I would turn the board around, and be both players, so I guess seeing the board from both sides comes natural to me. I could kick ass in a mean game of checkers down at the watering hole in the small ranch town, Flatonia, where we would go to the beer joint with Grampy.
- Card Games-Hands down favorites are UNO, and Skip-Bo, an UNO product. My kids love Skip-Bo, and play it over and over on the RV road trips. This is the stuff that road trips are made of.
- I ADORE coloring books. I LOVE TO COLOR. I used to color all the time. My Aunt Eunice taught me about coloring, she would sit on the floor at Granny’s house and color with my all the time. (Yes, I said Eunice, and I’ll address that in a bit!) I also love those connect the dots part of the coloring books. Back in my day, we didn’t have books that were specialty, where you could buy ONLY connect the dot books, you had to work your way through a coloring book to get to the connect the dots pages. (Kids today…really, connect the dot books, and even by age levels, pffft!)
- I color inside the lines, and I can shade my coloring. My Aunt Eunice taught me to outline all the edges very darkly, and then color softer inside the outlined edge. She would say how much prettier that made the page, and while that was true, and her coloring pages were beautiful, I gave up that idea because it made my colors be dull, you know, with NO POINT. I like a sharp, brand new color, I kind of hate colors once the sharp point is dull. Amen to the crayon sharpener, although it doesn’t satisfy the OCD in me, not like the sight of a brand new crayon. Ahhh, back to school, gotta love that shiny, new box of crayons.
- Back to that Aunt Eunice thing…yeah, Granny was terrible with doling out the names. My poor aunts, what childhood must have been for them, Mercedes (yes, that’s my mom’s name, but of all things, she goes by Millie…what gives?), Lillie, Anna Mae, Hilda, Dorothy (in our family pronounced D-or-o-FY), and Eunice. It never seemed to both them though, go figure.
- I can’t stand to be in the water. I mean like I can swim, I can water ski, I can snorkel, and I even have a scuba license, but hear me on this…I hate being under water. I’m terribly freaked out by it, and I will take you down…I mean, like I will hurt you-cause you to be injured-hurt you “B-A-D” pain if I even feel the slightest bit threatened near the water.