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Curses, with Travel, and some Just Posts and Hmms on the side

As Persistence develops her talking skills, in addition to the Italian accent, she tends to sound somewhat like a drunken sailor, by which I mean uses Very Base Language.

In the car, she regularly yells, "F*CK! F*CK!"

I can see how you might blame me here---my aggressive driving and verbosity. However, it's not the case.

She's simply expressing her joy at seeing a large truck.

It occurred to me after a few of these episodes (and similar) that cursing, in addition to being Very Base Language Indeed, also includes some of the easiest words to say.

And so, the next time you are Beyond Ability to Speak Coherently or are, for some reason struggling to speak, and all that occurs to you are some curses, understand this is your reptilian brain reaching deep and finding the simple language that it can comprehend and verbalize.

Then say, "No, I meant to say truck, honestly!"


I confess: I'm out of town. I know, I said nothing, but there you have it. It didn't occur to me as an issue until I realized I will be traveling on Hump Day Hmm day.

I have been getting your emails, and I will put up the Hump Day Hmm host post. But it will probably be later Wednesday.

Also I am trying to email out the button text to those who have asked for it.


In the meantime, make sure to drop by Jens' spot to review the incredible list of participants in June's Just Post.

copyright 2007 Julie Pippert


thailandchani said…
LOL! That's funny! You're right though about the curse words. They are the easiest to say!

There is no release like the release affording at a loud *f-word*. Now that I've learned how to say it in Thai, it's become more frequent because I have the luxury of not being understood.

Bad habit though. I know. LOL

I will write a post for the Hmmm tomorrow... late morning.


Tere said…
I muttered a bad word in Spanish a couple of days ago, and Max, as he does with EVERY word out of my mouth lately, repeated it.

Hhmm. It was both hilarious and mortifying.
Anonymous said…
Another story from when I was young and getting used for wresting practice: my brother had me pinned down and I started to say "For goodness sake, let me up!" but all I could manage was "Ffffff" and "uck" because he was crushing my lungs. He was on his feet and running to tell on me in one smooth move! No one believed me.

I really want to participate in the Hmm, but I am totally empty headed. It seems to be a lingering condition.
Lawyer Mama said…
What? Like being out of town is an excuse? C'mon, woman!

BAaaaaahaaaaaaa! I'm LMAO at Persistence here. I may have to try that....
Anonymous said…
I have a friend whose kid said "f*ckie" for extra big trucks.

Send the button, but how do I attach the thing? I managed to download it but I am a total moron about these things.
Unknown said…
My son could say truck perfectly until the day we saw a fire truck out the window. For months and months, it was only Fire F&ck. It was hilarious. He was around two at the time, also, I think.
Unknown said…
ROFL...Patience and I had a conversation in the car about that the other day. She recognized that I was flustered by Persistence's persistence in using the word f*ck over and over and over.

When I finally realized she was referring to the truck next to us I valiantly tried to help her substitute the "tr" for the "f".

Finding great pleasure in my discomfort, Patience assured me...repeatedly, that she was not saying truck, but f*ck.

So it goes...
S said…
Hahahah. I love jon's comment.

Happy traveling!
flutter said…
You and my fiance would get along juuuuust fine. I am more of an "asshole!!" girl, myself.
Girlplustwo said…
i really like this hump day topic and have been too Just Post consumed to participate properly...dude.
Anonymous said…
You and your husband are too funny.

I wonder if my kids will buy that.
Kyla said…
Out of town! Fun!

And KayTar, says "Storyc*ck!", which is meant to be "Story rocks!" from the Pinky Dinky Doo song.

And yes, she is all hopped up on the A-Doo-doo. She even does the dance. Dear goodness.

But she runs around saying "Storyc*ck! Storyc*ck!" all the live long day. The joys of emerging language. I totally get a kick out of it. :)
Catherine said…
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Catherine said…
I wrote mine - two weeks in a row! I tried posting the link in my last comment, but it freaked out. Have a great trip! :)
thailandchani said…
Post is ready. :)
Sure she wasn't saying tr*ck?
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