It's funny the things we remember
I was such a dweeb when I was younger. (Well, I'm still a dweeb, but I'm a more acclimated, aware dweeb now.)
For example, when I was in 2nd/3rd grade, my mom was also homeschooling the Whitfield kids. We just met at the church and kept our books and stuff there and whatnot. Well, one time, my mom was out of the room, doing something else and we were cutting up and stuff. And either Christi or Angel (or perhaps both of them) said something about a "bootay". And I was like, "What's a bootay?" They, of course, found this ridiculously amusing. I assumed it was a reference to a "butt", but the way they said it confused me. I seriously thought it was something French, like "beautteé" or something. So when I asked, "What's a bootay?" they were like, "Go ask your mom!"
Now, I knew I was being the source of some amusement for them, but I went along with it anyway, always trying to please. So I scamper down the hall to where my mom was and say, "Moma, what's a bootay?" We could hear Christi and Angel giggling from the room down the hall. My mom rolled her eyes and told us to get back to work.
Well, a lot of help she was! I still didn't know what a "beautteé" was!
Only recently (like within this past year) did I remember this incident and realize, "Holy crap, they were just saying a ghetto/southern version of 'booty'!!!"
I'm really effing slow sometimes.
LOL
Nah, nah, I was just too SMART for my own good. It sounded French, so I was being all cosmopolitan and intellectual about it. Yeah... we'll go with that.
(lawlz.)
In other (not completely unrelated) news, I'm wearing one of the shirts I bleached. It smells clean. It just occurred to me that the "clean" smell we all know and love is actually a bleach smell.
Hmmm...
For example, when I was in 2nd/3rd grade, my mom was also homeschooling the Whitfield kids. We just met at the church and kept our books and stuff there and whatnot. Well, one time, my mom was out of the room, doing something else and we were cutting up and stuff. And either Christi or Angel (or perhaps both of them) said something about a "bootay". And I was like, "What's a bootay?" They, of course, found this ridiculously amusing. I assumed it was a reference to a "butt", but the way they said it confused me. I seriously thought it was something French, like "beautteé" or something. So when I asked, "What's a bootay?" they were like, "Go ask your mom!"
Now, I knew I was being the source of some amusement for them, but I went along with it anyway, always trying to please. So I scamper down the hall to where my mom was and say, "Moma, what's a bootay?" We could hear Christi and Angel giggling from the room down the hall. My mom rolled her eyes and told us to get back to work.
Well, a lot of help she was! I still didn't know what a "beautteé" was!
Only recently (like within this past year) did I remember this incident and realize, "Holy crap, they were just saying a ghetto/southern version of 'booty'!!!"
I'm really effing slow sometimes.
LOL
Nah, nah, I was just too SMART for my own good. It sounded French, so I was being all cosmopolitan and intellectual about it. Yeah... we'll go with that.
(lawlz.)
In other (not completely unrelated) news, I'm wearing one of the shirts I bleached. It smells clean. It just occurred to me that the "clean" smell we all know and love is actually a bleach smell.
Hmmm...