Here Yinz go

[Wizard]

Folks often talk about the way us Pittsburghers talk and I recived this as an e-mail today. It is so very true. Everything in it we do say.
Hope you guys get a laugh out of it.


So true..n'nat.....
>
> Yinz are from Picksburgh if:
> You didn't have a spring break in high school.
> You walk carefully when it is "slippy" outside.
> You often go down to the "crick."
> You've told your children to "red up" their rooms.
>
> You can remember telling your little
brother/sister to stop being so "nebby".
> You've gotten hurt by falling into a
> "jaggerbush."
> Your mother or grandmother has been seen wearing
> a "babushka" on her head.
> You've "warshed" the clothes (or wushed them)
> I ask you to hand me one of those "Gum-Bands"
> you actually know what
> I'm talking about.
>
> You know you can't drive too fast on the back
> roads, because of the deer.
> You know Beaver Valley, Turtle Creek, Moon,
> Mars, Slippery Rock,
> Greentree and New Castle are names of towns.
> (and you've
> been to most, if not all)
>
> A girl walks up to three of her girl friends and
> says, HEY YINZGUYS You
> hear "you guyses," and don't think twice.
> (Example..."you guyses house is
> nice")
>
> You know the three rivers by name and understand
> that "The Point" isn't
> just on a writing instrument. Someone refers to "The
> Mon" or "The Yough" and
> you know exactly what
> they're talking about.
>
> You remember the blizzard of 1993 (or 1976, or
> 1939, or...) and remember
> not being able to go outside because the snow
> was over your head and you
> would have suffocated.
>
> Someone starts the chant, "Here we go
> Still-ers!" and you join in in the
> proper cadence. Waving the appropriately colored
> towel.
>
> Bob Prince and "There's a bug on the rug." hold
> special meaning for you.
>
> You've either eaten a Farkleberry Tart or know
> someone who has.
>
> You drink pop, eat hoagies, love perogies and
> one of your favorite
> sandwiches actually has french fries ON it.
>
> By the way, dgyeat yet?
>
> You know what a "still mill" is.
> You expect temps in the winter to be record
> breaking cold, and temps in
> the summer to be record breaking hot.
>
> You know what Eat'N Park is and frequently ate
> breakfast there at 2:00 AM
> after the bar closed and made fun of people.
>
> You order "dippy eggs" in a restaurant and get
> exactly what you wanted.
>
> You spent your summers, or a school picnic, at
> Kennywood, Sand Castle, or
> Idlewild.
>
> You've been to the Braun's Bread Plant or Story
> Book Forest for a school
> field trip. "Chipped ham" was always in your
> refrigerator when you were
> growing up.
>
> You refuse to buy any condiments besides Heinz
> unless a Pittsburgh
> athlete's picture is on the side of the container.
> Franco, Roberto, and Mario don't
> need last names and you can recite their exploits by
> heart.
>
> Your last name has 8 or more letters in it (and
> you either have a'Z,' 'U'
> or a 'ski' somewhere in there) and nobody can
> pronounce it. And often times,
> even if your name has fewer letters, folks still
> can't pronounce it.
>
> Food at a wedding reception consists of
> rigatoni, stuffed cabbage,
> chicken and a cookie table.
>
> You'll send this on to family and friends who
> used to live in the
> Pittsburgh Area as well
> as to those who have never lived there, just so
> they can appreciate how
> different western PA really is! I wonder how many of
> Yinz guys actually
> understood all dat? Some folks just don't get dem
> things....n at....

 

[NemoAlia]

Well, Erie isn't exactly Pittsburgh, but it's close enough for me to understand (and laugh about!) nearly everything you say, Wizard. Good stuff!

I totally remember hiding under the cooky table at my older sister's first wedding -- ate pizzelles until I threw up all over the floor. And I have several babushkas (never call 'em anything else) in my nightstand drawer, for housecleaning days.

 

[Wizard]

Well, Erie isn't exactly Pittsburgh, but it's close enough for me to understand (and laugh about!) nearly everything you say, Wizard. Good stuff!

I totally remember hiding under the cooky table at my older sister's first wedding -- ate pizzelles until I threw up all over the floor. And I have several babushkas (never call 'em anything else) in my nightstand drawer, for housecleaning days.

We joke around talking about the sexy babushka Moma ya see.........

We eat pizzelles all year long here..... Great with ice cream too..

 

[navarre]

*nods and chuckles*

Born and raised.

 

[Kajira Callista]

i live in NEPA for 6 years and i still cant understand ya all!!! Scary part is...i'm a New Yawker... its like being an alien from another galaxy lol

(hi navarre)

 

[FungiUg]

Kiwi Translation

Yinz = Youz
You Guyses = Youz Guys
Babushka = Doilie
Dippy Eggs = Dippy Eggs

The rest of it... sheesh, beats me!

 

[thickspear]

well there's the south too

i grew up in so cal...so when i was shipped to the south for military training i had a few thangs to larn

my early life was framed by older relatives talking about their war and military memories...several uncles would discuss "shit on a shingle" (chipped beef on toast) for breakfast and other factors of drudgery and disappointment..

so on the first morning i went into the mess hall and there it was....a vat of brown goo and fat oozing and bubbling next to a stack of cold, dried toast...i had hoped their memories were exaggerated or just a thing of the past...here it was right in front of me and i felt so much less hopeful

so i looked around and there was a vat of what looked like cream of wheat...so i took some and sat down to add sugar and milk...some of the guys watched me in disbelief...because i was preparing to eat gritz the wrong way...

and i noticed that others were putting butter and salt on their cream of wheat and thought that was pretty wierd...

so i took a bite and realized i wasn't eating cream of wheat....but i was too embarassed to admit it and continued to eat ...

later i'd learn to say things like "tham fallars iz crazee" and "yall" and a dozen others...

i hope this doesn't hi-jack your thread...just thought the culture clash might spark more comments and recollections

ts

 

[Wizard]

I know when I traveled Folks thought I was nuts for not eating gritz with my breakfast.
Another that messed me up was, and I know I'll hack the spelling.....Oakrua...(Sp) I ask what it was and the man told me..."Where are you from ? Up north? You biys feed it to your cattle up there. So anyhow I found out it was breaded and something like celery....Someone might know what I'm talking about and explaine it better.... They serve it with chicken.

Ya see and hear so funny things. I could always hang with the folks from Jersy and NY but up north like Boston or rather New England......Some of those folks were hard sometimes.... Darn R's

 

[redelicious]

Okra. It doesn't particularly remind ME of celery, but then I don't tend to chop celery up and fry it - which is really the only way to eat okra IMHO. People also put it in soups, but it's a bit slimey for my tastes.

http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/veggies/okra1.html

 

[Wizard]

Okra. It doesn't particularly remind ME of celery, but then I don't tend to chop celery up and fry it - which is really the only way to eat okra IMHO. People also put it in soups, but it's a bit slimey for my tastes.

http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/veggies/okra1.html

I'll go with what your saying cause even after all that I'm still not sure what the F it was..............Just one of thoses day I wasn't in the mood to try something new.........