Aug
7
This morning, Julia asked her Daddy if she could, “Please have peanut butter bread.”
He said yes and headed off to the kitchen to prepare it. A moment later, Julia walked in the kitchen and up to the counter to grab her peanut butter bread, cold! not toasted! But, Daddy was slow and said, “Honey, wait! I didn’t get the peanut butter on there, yet.”
“Aw, Dammit!”
“Hey! You don’t say that. That’s a bad word! Where’d you hear that word?”
“Mama. Mama says that word. She says, ‘DAMMIT!’ Just like that.”
Thanks for ratting me out, kiddo.
Julia still hasn’t learned that there are certain words you just don’t say….
….in front of certain people.
I won’t deny that I say “dammit.” If you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’re probably yawning and saying, “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Julia saying ‘dammit’ stopped being funny like the third time she did it and you wrote about it.”
To that I say, it will never stop being funny.
And while I say “dammit” in her presence now and again, it does not mean I am not careful about my language. Here’s proof:
A few days ago, Julia sauntered into the kitchen while I was in the middle of a freak out about something some jerk did.
“…I mean, that’s just FUCKING STUPID!!!”
And Julia says, “HEY!!! Mama! We don’t say stupid!”
See? She didn’t even realize that the f-word was bad because I never say it. Okay, not NEVER because I just told you about how I said it, but rarely. And that’s kind of a big deal, because before Julia was born I said bad words a lot. I mean, the f-word was my middle name.
Actually, my middle name is Ann. You should know that because I’ve been tagged for a middle name meme by Mackey – my blogdiggity soul sister. We’re like, totally in sync. Except when we’re not.
Here are the meme rules. I did not write the rules. Someone else wrote them. The rules part of this post has been copied and pasted. So, here come the rules:
1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Are you ready?
My middle name is Ann. Technically. After I married Dave, I dropped my original middle name and made my maiden name my middle name. I used to be Leslie Ann John. Now, I’m Leslie John Grimmett. So, which one do I go with for this meme? Ann is shorter, but Dave thinks I should do both because Ann + John = 7 letters and DAVE’S MIDDLE NAME IS SHERMAN and that’s seven letters on its own. So, I’ll do both.
Buckle up, the meme is starting.
A – Air guitar. Because I rule at air guitar.
N – Neurotic. I know you know.
N – Ninja. You heard me.
J – Juggler. Metaphorically speaking. I’m juggling my roles as a mom, a wife and sex kitten, a haiku master…
O – Obscene. See above discussion regarding the f-word.
H – Hot blooded. Check it and see.
N – Naked. Is that too much information?
Now, I get to tag seven people. I choose:
Faith
Ruth
Suz
Sam
Mommy the Maid
Gunfighter
SusieJ
Your homework assignment: ENTER THE HAIKU BUCKAROO CONTEST!
Comments
9 Cool Kids Commented
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Stuff You Should Do
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First of all, the f-bomb is still part of my life. I say it too much. But mostly when Dawson is not listening. Or when I’m screaming into a pillow.
Holy shit, did I just write that?
Anyway.
I thought you were going to trick me into a meme, but nope! You spared me.
and as for Haiku Buckaroo! Oy!
I forgot about
this haiku thing, yenno
and now it is done
I like to make Cindy-Lu say “Give me my money bitch!” to her daddy. She’s really mean about it.
I had to learn not to swear in front of my son because when he gets pissed all bets are off for saying what he shouldn’t “fucker” was on of my favorites until my husband grounded my son and well let’s just say he didn’t take kindly to being called a fucker!!
Luckily, we don’t have that problem because we’re perfect parents. Ha-ha. It’s amazing what kids learn from us, isn’t it?
“…I got a fever of a hundred and three! C’mon baby, you can do more than dance…”
You MIGHT rule the air guitar, but 80′s music is my thing, baby!
I remember the first time one of my nieces said shit and she was about 4 years old. Everybody laughed so hard they peed themselves, then her Mom had to explain to her why it wasn’t ok to say. It was just so out of the blue and no it never gets unamusing, really it doesn’t. Not at that age.
Ok I’m going to have my meme up tonight!
Why is it so amusing when kids trash talk? It’s a contradiction but so damn cute. It’s even cute when they rat you out, why? I’m sorry I keep doing this but it’s fun to comment in song and or video. You’ve probably seen this…but it doesn’t get old. Oh, and watch where little ears can’t hear
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXlCyJnjN1w
I asked my husband the other night what he is going to do when our son’s first word is Fuck. He didn’t answer me, I think I pissed him off. Oh well.
I used to talk like a trucker but I cleaned it up for the most part once I became a mom. I’m pretty good except in the car. Now my husband is the culprit.
I swear, a day without Leslie is a day without sunshine! You SO crack me up – EVERY time!