Old School Flava: 8/29/08
Quiz time. Did you pay attention? If not, you’re probably jumpin’ up and down cryin’ “It’s not Wednesday! Why, oh why, is he doing Old School Flava on a Friday??!!” Freedom has no schedule, no rhyme, and no reason. He just does what he does when he does it. So, on this last Friday of August, allow me to entertain you with more phrases that my Moms has laid on me through the years.
It’s a huge mistake to walk into my mother’s kitchen while she’s cooking. Her first words are “Get outta my kitchen!” After you ignore those words and continue to try and catch a glimpse of what’s in the pots, she tosses a wet dishrag at you and repeats herself. Finally, when you can’t determine what’s cookin’, you ask. Her reply? “Daddy’s old britches”. That means that she has peeked into the refrig and gathered up whatever has been left from the previous few nights and came up with one of her creations. It basically means olio, stew, soup – anything that does not require starting from scratch. There’s an underlying statement there, as well: “None of your business!” Now, you casually stroll outta her kitchen, no wiser than the moment that you ventured in, moments of time that will never be retrieved.
Ever try to help someone out and end up causing more confusion than anything else? I’m the kind of person that just hates it when someone says “You could probably . . . “ I don’t take too kindly to advice unless it is solicited. Give me a job, back off, and let me do it. If I need assistance, I’ll ask for it. Otherwise, let me do what it is that you asked me to do. Moms has an answer for that one: “Don’t help me, help the bear”. That means “I don’t need your help, thank you”. Now, I have no idea why the bear needs help, or why I should help him at all, but, I guess it is what it is.
Sometimes, things are just “over the top”. I mean, plain old you-done-outdone-yourself-this-time over the top. This particular phrase usually refers to food or beverages, but, can also be used for fashion, hairdo’s and just about everything, but, is meant specifically for food and beverages: “It’s enough to make you wanna smack your mammy down!”. That’s definitely “mammy”, as “mommy” just won’t work here. The statement exudes sassiness. It alludes to the idea that something has got to be awfully good in order to make you slap your mother. Even more so to make you wanna slap her down.
I’ll be back with lots more “down home” phrases that my Moms has laid on me. It’s called “Old School Flava”, and it could be on a Wednesday, it could be on Sunday, it could be on any day of the week that catches my fancy. That’s not a bad thing, though. Just think about it: if I said it was gonna be a a particular day every week and you came back on that day and it wasn’t here, you’d be real upset with freedom. We wouldn’t want that, now would we? See you next time.
copyright © 2008 freedom
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