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Way back when, I said I’d teach y’all how to speak Southern. Folks, welcome to our first vocabulary words in Speaking Southern 101. Today, this very brief exercise is what I call Survival Skills Training in the South.

Your first word, my good folk, is finny. You can also say fenna (pronounced with a short ‘e’ sound; the ‘a’ is pronounced ‘uh’). If you wanna use a more proper way of saying it, say fixing to.

Now, I’m gonna use finny in a sentence for you. Pay close attention.

“I’m finny go to the store now.”

Of course you can also say, “I’m fenna,” which is a lackadaisical way of saying the same thing. You don’t have to really move your mouth much to say fenna. If you say, “fixing to,” you will be looked upon as the more proper southerner, even though you ain’t “fixing to” fix shit. By no means will you say, “I’m getting ready to go to the store,” ’cause that defeats the whole purpose of enrolling in this course. You don’t want that, as this is a total immersion program. Well, at least that was the initial plan before I ended up over here in the desert. I’m gonna hook up this little class as best I can from over here anyhow. Right now, we’re experiencing some winds from a sandstorm, which I may be able to show you one of these days.

Anyhow. Your second southern term is sammich.

Use both words in a sentence to say, “I’m finny tear into this sammich ’cause I’m what? You got it. Hongry!

That’s a wrap on this session, folks. I don’t wanna put too much on y’all at once, so we shall stop here and your homework is to have oral practice with your family and friends. At every opportunity, when you’re preparing to perform a task, say finny or fenna. Below is your flashcard to help you with your home assignment. I’m so very, very sorry I don’t have an audio for you to follow along. I’m currently in the process of writing a grant, which is awfully hard to come by given the state of the economy, and trying to acquire some of that Race to the Top money that the U.S. Education Secretary, Arnie Duncan, got me down here competing for. Maybe by the end of the year, you folk will be able to correspond to him by letter using your newly acquired language skills to pose particular questions and demands. Or…Hmmm…Maybe I can get a quick loan from China.

When I was coming up, I had a fair share of egg salad sammiches. My research says John Montagu created egg salad but he never made no sammich of this dish. Since we’ve seen how creative southern folk can be through oral language, I reckon it was southern folk who got the bright idea to spread this concoction on bread ’cause we will eat all sorta sammiches down here, to include, ketchup sammiches and it ain’t no thang to throw some peanut butter with sliced bananas between some bread. Okay? Here’s a recipe that you may enjoy for making your very own egg salad sammich. Happy eating, folks.

This recipe is for a one egg sandwich. If you have more eggs and more people to feed, just double, triple, etc. the recipe.

 

Ingredients

  • 1 hard boiled egg (large), peeled and chopped
  • 1-2 Tbsp mayonnaise (to taste)
  • 2 Tbsp chopped celery
  • 1 Tbsp chopped green onion
  • Salt and pepper (to taste)
  • 1 leaf of lettuce or sprinkles of fresh spinach
  • 2 slices dark rye bread, toasted

Method

1 First off, you’re gonna mash up the chopped egg a bit with a fork. Next, I want you to mix together the chopped hard-boiled egg, mayonnaise, celery and onion. Sprinkle You some salt and pepper and curry powder to taste.. Got that? Then, mix it all up with a spoon.

2 Okay, now toast your bread slices. Put you a layer of lettuce on one slice of toasted bread, spread the egg mixture on top of the lettuce, put another slice of toasted bread on top. Got that?

3 Now, loosen your pants up and bite into that sammich real big.

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"Arms of Comfort" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

All she wanted was to love him. Hold his little body in the nest of her arms. Bathe herself in the warmth of his brown eyes that danced as they smiled into hers. From the moment he began pushing into the world, she knew he loved her. The brevity of labor, near painless, that in Cora’s mind translated to saying, “I love you, Mama.” Those were her thoughts when he lay wrapped on her swollen bosom.

If only she could pinpoint his last thoughts as he lay in the cold earth now. Never was good at holding on to love.

(c) 2012 Totsymae

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"To the Market" Acrylic on Paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

I was reading a blog post that Michael Jordan’s gonna be tying up a knot with his lady friend and I’m real glad I came across that. Now, the article suggested a prenup to Michael, if he had to go this kinda distance with her. Being that Ex-Wife made off pretty good, I suppose Michael would wanna keep whatever he’s got coming in to himself, should things go haywire. I suspect him to be a sharp man since he ain’t broke like a lot of athletes that end up with overdraft fees on their checking accounts.

From where I’m sitting, it can be a real awkward moment should, say, I was marrying up with some rich man and he handed me the pen to sign some papers that say I can’t have none of his shit no more should we part ways. Even more awkward should I try to negotiate, “Well, can I at least have the Porsche and the paid-out beach-front property and…?” It’s strange, ain’t it? I guess folk who date folk like that expect a prenup to be part of the package.

Then I got to thinking about my own shit. You know, this fella I dated from way back, maybe a couple of years or so after my own marriage went further south, been trying to pop his head back in mine but I ain’t stuttin’ him, y’all. I mean, he’s a right nice fella but that’s about all I can say on that. Don’t go thinking I’m being mean-hearted on account of me blogging about not wanting him. I can say what I want and don’t want on my blog, can’t I? After all, I did attach niceness to his personality and I can also say he’s a good conversationalist but.

Let me put it to you this way, folks. I’m getting sorted over here to fly out and I ain’t trying to make no deals like if-you-get-back-and-you-ain’t-married-and-I-ain’t-married-we-gonna-get-married. Can’t remember the last time I even saw him and he’s coming at me with some lazy ass deal over the phone. What kinda shit is that? That’s like telling me if we ain’t found who we really want, we gonna settle for each other. Maybe it’s just me though ’cause I think very thoroughly about matters most of the time and I don’t think myself to be a stupid person. I mean, I’ve done some stupid shit from time to time but believe you me, folks, I try to put a period on that. Okay? I ain’t trying to trip on no I dos with him. Shiiiiit. I ain’t that hard up.

Plus, I have to consider what I need to protect on my end over here. Hell, talking about Michael needing a prenup, I got my own ass and sets of things I need to scribble down on a piece of paper too. I’ve got a good running washer and dryer. All these books gotta be worth something with the buy-back program on Amazon. I ain’t even mentioned the ceiling fans that’ll blow the devil himself up outta  here to yonder, as though God Himself was on his heels.  I ain’t playin’. And I’ve got a spinning spice rack. I don’t need nobody trying to make off with my shit. Hell. He better take that deal to the next contestant ’cause he had to be puffing on some good ass weed when he fixed his mouth to say that to me.

Hmph…Got me on this blog talking to y’all about dumb shit.

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Folks, if you’re heading toward forty and over, birthdays may become somewhat of a bitch. I have a friend who tries to put on the persona that he only remembers his birthday when somebody calls to wish him a happy one. I say, he’s a liar.

Anybody claiming to overlook this special day is clearly relating their fear of aging. The thing of it is, you really are only as old as you feel (and for ladies, the way you look). It must be really nice to be eighty and still able to wrap a leg behind the neck or on the milder side, walk five blocks without returning to the starting point in a breathless state. My hat goes off in either case but for anyone needing a few economical tips to keep age from snatching your glory, you’re highly advised to follow these coveted rituals I’ve devised for myself. However, I must warn you that some of these techniques might pose challenges you may not be able to follow through on but do the best you can. Hear me? Here goes:

  • Find ways to avoid people who think negative. Typically, they age quickly and won’t mind doing the same to you. If you are, somehow, physically unable to avoid conversation, change the subject. It won’t be enough for you to disengage in the conversation. These people, especially type A personalities, will bitch until they have covered every aspect of what ruffles their feathers and soon enough, they’ll be ruffling yours. To listen will only make you cringe and ultimately, have loathsome feelings toward them. Don’t allow them to fill your space with something that’ll cause negative reactions in you.
  • Play games and music from your youth. Remember those soundtracks of yesterday when you were most happy and play them consistently, especially as you near the next digit that will transition you closer to receiving AARP paraphernalia. Remember, these folk are only doing their job and looking out for you, in case modern medicine keeps you hanging around another fifty years.  Keep a straight face when that particular newsletter arrives in the mail. Any sudden muscle movements (i.e. cussing the bastard who sent you shit that’s got you documented) will cause damage to the facial tissues that may likely create a permanent line that’s only removable by costly plastic surgeries that you can’t afford on your fixed income. If you’re still gainfully employed, it’s more than likely you’ll acquire lines akin to a road map from where you’re standing to the Mexican border by the time you decide to collect on the social security that may not be there for you. Stop, drop and roll, folks, to keep that body in shape ’cause you’re in a new America that don’t give a damn about the elderly.
  • By all means, stop eating greasy shit, which you know good and damn well will get your heart to burning and have your stomach bubbling at two in the morning. You’ve been to the doctor enough to know your veins are getting thinner and that grease ain’t gonna do nothing but clog the shit out of your arteries. How many times that doctor’s gonna tell your ornery folks to leave the fried shit alone?
  • I know you’re oh so deep and all but your libido ain’t ever gonna snap back to your roaring twenties, folks. Find yourself some romance author(s) that’s gonna help you get your private groove on. This is a three-fold tip on account of you’ll  also be exercising your eye muscles and I wanna encourage you to read some of those sexy parts aloud and to your significant other, if you have one. When age catches hold of you, you don’t carry the same enunciation as you did back in the day. This is especially challenging for folk who buy teeth from their local dental office. You don’t want to be reminded of your age by folk constantly asking you what the hell you just said. It’s real tiring to keep a conversation going that way. I’m sorry but it’s the truth, folks.
  • Lastly, get shit off your chest. Not doing so will cause you to wallow in stupidity for not speaking what’s going on in your mind. And shit, you don’t know when the hell you’ll expire. Stop holding on to shit when what you really need to do is let somebody have it. Not that you have to be unkind about it but act in whatever way the occasion calls for. And no, this, in no way conflicts with the first tip I gave you. In this case, you’re the one putting shit out there and not the shit receiver. Ain’t it always better to give than receive?

Hey, I’ve got myself a hair appointment over at the beauty school. Found me a real good student who knows how to hook Totsy right on up (smile). Hope this was one way of me hooking you up. I’m sure you could find tips out there from folk that are willing to profit from your desperate fight to turn back time but remember, you wanna be a dashing handsome fella or an ageless beauty, not a broke one (wink wink, y’all). Bye.

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  I’m writing a novel based in the south but I won’t go into that since I’m a little stuck. When that happens, I write stories in between to  give me     the creative boost I need to get going again. So far, I have two short stories and working on another. Along with my short stories, I’m composing drawings and paintings. To be clear, yes, the short stories are targeted for the adult market but I wanted it to be like a book of short stories, with occasional pictures to highlight some of the scenes in the stories. A cool concept, I thought…

So, in case you’re wondering why the heck that picture is over to the left of your screen, well, I just wanted to put it there to work out some things going on in my head. I’m a narrative painter and while I want to share my different creative sides with you, I also thought a nice picture book for adults would keep me a little busy between working on the novel that’s totally frustrating me.

Oh, let me be totally honest. The picture here is really here for the sake of putting a picture on the screen so that this blog will look somewhat attractive while I try to figure out what’s gonna make it look more attractive. I’m just not crazy about how this is going so far.

Also here, I want to share excerpts of the short stories. Stay tuned…

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