I often get teased about my colorful Midwest language. I was in my home state of Nebraska last week and I heard a new one that I’m still laughing about. I can’t wait to slip this one into ‘polite’ conversation when the time is right.
“He’s more crooked than a dog’s hind leg.”
This one was told to me by a 70+ year old farmer and yes we may have been talking politics at dinner. A no, no in most circles but something that, trust me, always gets talked about at dinner in the heartland.
So, while many of my Midwest idioms only come out these days after a glass or two of wine, I had fun basking in an entire dinner where they were peppered throughout, just like I remember.
I also got another great reminder about the strength, determination, and independence of folks from my hometown. They are frustrated but laugh at the world’s (lack of) response to the devastation they are enduring right now. They don’t expect help from anyone except there friends and neighbors and they will rebuild and they will survive.
Proud to be a Nebraska girl. It made me who I am today.