hmmmmm…sometimes I think my husband is married to me for the amusement factor. He was born in California. Not me! I’m a born and raised Texan.
Let me give you a little background here. My Daddy is Texan and my mother was born in Oklahoma. My mother would probably croak die to hear me say this but I always thought of our family as Green Acres, a TV show in the 60’s. We didn’t live in the country and my mother didn’t have to climb a telephone pole in her negligee to make a phone call. And absolutely not…we did not have Arnold the pig for a pet. That’s not what I mean. My Daddy was raised in a farming family and my Mother is very sophisticated.
Back to my Mr. B. He thinks it’s so funny that I say “fixin’ to”. Well, I am!!! I’m “fixin’ to” go to the store. We were “fixin’ to” get married. I’m “fixin’ to” …it makes no sense to him. Well, it does to me. Some people would “I’m getting ready to…”? I suppose it has to do with where I grew up. That’s my only explanation.
Now, do you want to hear something funny?
I caught him saying “fixin’ to” the other day.
See, good things do rub off on those close to you.
15 Jul 2010 1 Comment