In Texas you have to learn a new language when you come from the "outside". One of the things I find most intriguing is how the word
help becomes
hep in Texas. As in "Can ah hep you?" My Texan husband lived outside of Texas for over 25 years, but he never lost his drawl or ability to mangle words. So, when he asks "Can ah hep you?" (which often happens when I'm trying to do something in what he deems his man-world...like lying on the floor trying to paint the baseboard trim), I usually go into fits of laughter.
Hep-ping usually involves deep concern on the part of the "Hepper". They often get anxious and you can often tell they want to just take over the project for the other, more hepless, person. Baily often looks anxious when wanting to hep Lily...especially when it involves hepping her eat.
Jaysa, on the other hand, is not a very good hepper, though I'm sure she would tell you I'm not the best student. Back in February, she was trying to hep me take a decent picture. There was some instruction on her part about holding down the one button until I'm ready, then taking the picture. But, I just couldn't get the hang of it and Mike and I laughed a little more than she thought was necessary... so this was the picture I got of her trying to hep me take better pictures.
Anyway, I've wandered away from the subject a little, because I started to complain that every time Gampy Bill asks me if he can "Hep" me, my crazy mind starts singing that old 60's song that goes
Hep Me Rhonda, Hep Hep Me Rhonda... Now you trying getting the Texas rendition of that song out of your head today!
In Texas you have to learn a new language when you come from the "outside". One of the things I find most intriguing is how the word help becomes hep in Texas. As in "Can ah hep you?" My Texan husband lived outside of Texas for over 25 years, but he never lost his drawl or ability to mangle words. So, when he asks "Can ah hep you?" (which often happens when I'm trying to do something in what he deems his man-world...like lying on the floor trying to paint the baseboard trim), I usually go into fits of laughter.
Hep-ping usually involves deep concern on the part of the "Hepper". They often get anxious and you can often tell they want to just take over the project for the other, more hepless, person. Baily often looks anxious when wanting to hep Lily...especially when it involves hepping her eat.
Jaysa, on the other hand, is not a very good hepper, though I'm sure she would tell you I'm not the best student. Back in February, she was trying to hep me take a decent picture. There was some instruction on her part about holding down the one button until I'm ready, then taking the picture. But, I just couldn't get the hang of it and Mike and I laughed a little more than she thought was necessary... so this was the picture I got of her trying to hep me take better pictures.
Anyway, I've wandered away from the subject a little, because I started to complain that every time Gampy Bill asks me if he can "Hep" me, my crazy mind starts singing that old 60's song that goes Hep Me Rhonda, Hep Hep Me Rhonda... Now you trying getting the Texas rendition of that song out of your head today! 
Thank goodness Jaysa dropped the education portion of her degree before graduating. I can't imagine the effects of a lifetime of making that face at disinterested high school English students.
ReplyDeletePoor Jay.
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is: "I kaint hep it!"
ReplyDeleteIn my defense, that picture was taken after I showed her how to work the camera about 10 times and she still didn't get it. When you are 9 1/2 months pregnant, your patience tends to ware thin.
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