Someone mentioned butchering roosters and it reminded me of the story about Dad. Dad was the champion flatulator in Tarrant County. Any time, any place, my pop could cut one. Loud and musical. Mom used to gripe at him all the time. I remember her saying, " Mutt, you're gonna fart your guts out someday". I was about ten years old and it was Sunday morning. Dad had fished most of the night with Cousin Clovis and they had caught a bunch of channel cats and had cleaned them. So Dad slept in that morning. Mom told me to go out and kill a rooster for lunch. I wrung it's neck and plucked it. After I brought in, Mom completed the cleaning. After she finished she took the guts and laid them on the bed behind Dad. In an hour or so Dad came into the kitchen all sick looking and said to Mom, "Maxine, you were right. I just farted my guts out. But, with the help of a lotsa prayer and a half a jar of Vaseline, I got 'em all back in."
lil mutt wrote:
Someone mentioned butchering roosters and it reminded me of the story about Dad. Dad was the champion flatulator in Tarrant County. Any time, any place, my pop could cut one. Loud and musical. Mom used to gripe at him all the time. I remember her saying, " Mutt, you're gonna fart your guts out someday". I was about ten years old and it was Sunday morning. Dad had fished most of the night with Cousin Clovis and they had caught a bunch of channel cats and had cleaned them. So Dad slept in that morning. Mom told me to go out and kill a rooster for lunch. I wrung it's neck and plucked it. After I brought in, Mom completed the cleaning. After she finished she took the guts and laid them on the bed behind Dad. In an hour or so Dad came into the kitchen all sick looking and said to Mom, "Maxine, you were right. I just farted my guts out. But, with the help of a lotsa prayer and a half a jar of Vaseline, I got 'em all back in."
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Good thing Mom & Dad had a sense of humor lil mutt.
I thought you were going to say that he would say something about the fish gut smell.
lil mutt wrote:
Someone mentioned butchering roosters and it reminded me of the story about Dad. Dad was the champion flatulator in Tarrant County. Any time, any place, my pop could cut one. Loud and musical. Mom used to gripe at him all the time. I remember her saying, " Mutt, you're gonna fart your guts out someday". I was about ten years old and it was Sunday morning. Dad had fished most of the night with Cousin Clovis and they had caught a bunch of channel cats and had cleaned them. So Dad slept in that morning. Mom told me to go out and kill a rooster for lunch. I wrung it's neck and plucked it. After I brought in, Mom completed the cleaning. After she finished she took the guts and laid them on the bed behind Dad. In an hour or so Dad came into the kitchen all sick looking and said to Mom, "Maxine, you were right. I just farted my guts out. But, with the help of a lotsa prayer and a half a jar of Vaseline, I got 'em all back in."
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Reading this at 4 in the morning kinda turned my stomach even when chuckling about it. (I do hope it was just a story.)
Of course, it's a story. It was one that I heard Dad tell when I was a boy. There were so many. I wish I had had a recorder. I forgotten some, some I've written down so my grandkids can enjoy them. Some I've even put to rhyme. Now that I am entering dotage, there only a few things I can enjoy. Piddling in the garden, a cup of coffee, writing, a cup of coffee, remembering and a cup of coffee. Oh, I can still pet the dogs and drink a cup of coffee. This getting old is not what I thought it would be.
lil mutt wrote:
Of course, it's a story. It was one that I heard Dad tell when I was a boy. There were so many. I wish I had had a recorder. I forgotten some, some I've written down so my grandkids can enjoy them. Some I've even put to rhyme. Now that I am entering dotage, there only a few things I can enjoy. Piddling in the garden, a cup of coffee, writing, a cup of coffee, remembering and a cup of coffee. Oh, I can still pet the dogs and drink a cup of coffee. This getting old is not what I thought it would be.
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" Piddling "
Other than me you are the first I have heard that term from.
Ah, Plum, I'm a piddler from way back. And, being from Texas, I'm "a fixin' to". And Linda's a Mississippi girl and she's always "ova yonder". And, of course, everybody here is "y'all". We just can't get away from our raisin'.
lil mutt wrote:
Ah, Plum, I'm a piddler from way back. And, being from Texas, I'm "a fixin' to". And Linda's a Mississippi girl and she's always "ova yonder". And, of course, everybody here is "y'all". We just can't get away from our raisin'.
Being born on the Mason Dixon line my affiliation with such terms was limited. However, I was enlighten when I moved to NC.
Whole different world down there and I Loved every minute of it until a hurricane hit.
lil mutt wrote:
Someone mentioned butchering roosters and it reminded me of the story about Dad. Dad was the champion flatulator in Tarrant County. Any time, any place, my pop could cut one. Loud and musical. Mom used to gripe at him all the time. I remember her saying, " Mutt, you're gonna fart your guts out someday". I was about ten years old and it was Sunday morning. Dad had fished most of the night with Cousin Clovis and they had caught a bunch of channel cats and had cleaned them. So Dad slept in that morning. Mom told me to go out and kill a rooster for lunch. I wrung its neck and plucked it. After I brought in, Mom completed the cleaning. After she finished she took the guts and laid them on the bed behind Dad. In an hour or so Dad came into the kitchen all sick looking and said to Mom, "Maxine, you were right. I just farted my guts out. But, with the help of a lotsa prayer and a half a jar of Vaseline, I got 'em all back in."
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š¤£š¤£ Mutt, that is hilariousā¦
Thanks, Wulffy. I'm trying to figure out just how much and where to go here. Not that anything I do is nasty, but the length and how in depth I want to go. I'm learning by watching you old pros. You guys are good! You make me feel like a slacker. But I did just get promoted to Topic Starter rank #25. That makes my chest all puffy. Now I need to learn how to put pictures on here.
lil mutt wrote:
Thanks, Wulffy. I'm trying to figure out just how much and where to go here. Not that anything I do is nasty, but the length and how in depth I want to go. I'm learning by watching you old pros. You guys are good! You make me feel like a slacker. But I did just get promoted to Topic Starter rank #25. That makes my chest all puffy. Now I need to learn how to put pictures on here.
Pictures are pretty easy. At the bottom of the reply space there is a small space in blue that says choose file. Go to the file that has your pictures close one then click done. It takes you back to the page you want to put your picture on then click on Add attachment. There has to be a comment in the reply space for it to register. Then click send and it is posted. The space comes up at the bottom of an original post or a quote reply not on a quick reply.
Got a go laugh. My dad was from Oklahoma, so I heard the word Piddling around a bit. usually aimed at me to finish a chore.
CamT
Loc: La Porte, Texas
I've been piddling around, fixin to go ova yonder most of my life
CamT wrote:
I've been piddling around, fixin to go ova yonder most of my life
A great word which has sadly fallen into disuse. Just cuz thereās a piddling amount of cause ta say it!!
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