I haven’t blogged much lately, and we’re overdue for a TGIWF post, so here it is. TGIWF and I had another one of our really good conversations about life and what not - and I walked away with that same feeling of, MAN…this guy is really deep down fun to work with. And then I stumped him. I said "Rat Killin’". With his background (he knows it) and my own being raised by two Okie’s from McAlester, (that God forsaken place – as quoted by Phill the first time he met my parents not knowing that’s where they were raised) I could not believe he didn’t know what a Rat Killin’ was! Then he asked me to define it and I said, you know...Rat Killin? I couldn’t even define it. Oops! This phrase was used by my dad my whole life. “That’s not my Rat Killin!” “Go get into your own Rat Killin.” etc. (Granny ends every statement with “and etc.”.)
So I challenged myself with the task to define it for him. Basically, I google’d it. Amazing - the stuff I came up with. They all say the same phrase. “That ain’t my Rat Killin!” Oddly enough, I did find the phrase in the online Texas dictionary.
In my search, I found a great blog written by Chris Ruzin about his dachshund, Shorty. I grew up across the street from a big field and while we never got rats, we would occasionally wake up with a field mouse or two in our house. I can add Mindy, Becky and…well maybe not Nikki but defiantly the other two to the list of mouse eating dachshunds with Shorty.
Back to the definition of Rat Killin’, as defined by Big Daddy…
Rat Killin’: pronounced rat kill-in; defined as “not my business; not my job; your deal, ain’t my deal; I ain't got nothin' to do with that!”
Thanks dad!
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