tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post4813433290372009700..comments2023-05-23T08:13:05.830-06:00Comments on Writing the Life Chaotic: Sometimes the Wrong Words Fall OutDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-15258581670668636482016-09-18T23:53:31.332-05:002016-09-18T23:53:31.332-05:00I'm gonna have to remember that--"a Metro...I'm gonna have to remember that--"a Metro Wilson moment." I want to start answering the phone "Bullsh*t." As always, you kill me. Chiastic Musingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14045160468374004450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-87670357569196326742016-08-30T13:15:33.641-05:002016-08-30T13:15:33.641-05:00You always give us a chuckle. Having a hearing imp...You always give us a chuckle. Having a hearing impairment means I think MANY people have the wrong words fall out of their mouths, and they are completely innocent. You can imagine. My kids and I have had plenty of interesting conversations when I thought they were swearing and they were innocent. Or so they said...Randomocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871574168607613060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-77865514667883070302016-08-30T13:10:48.432-05:002016-08-30T13:10:48.432-05:00HAHAHA! I think that counts!HAHAHA! I think that counts!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-14926419747867469272016-08-30T13:09:18.853-05:002016-08-30T13:09:18.853-05:00Right? Ha. Thanks, Via!Right? Ha. Thanks, Via!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-68128227362514116202016-08-29T21:56:03.055-05:002016-08-29T21:56:03.055-05:00I don't know if this counts or not, but when I...I don't know if this counts or not, but when I was a kid (like 4th or 5th grade) I had a problem hearing the difference between 'V's and 'B's in certain contexts. Like someone's name. So when my teacher told me to go to the teacher's lounge and ask for Mrs. Kovitch. . . .<br /><br />I'd almost forgotten about that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-43399314565229758392016-08-27T16:33:39.398-05:002016-08-27T16:33:39.398-05:00You always make me laugh, but seriously, can you p...You always make me laugh, but seriously, can you picture the guy's face when he calls and is greeted with the reference to circumcision? Great post!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08692495464478740985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-66320128955457601762016-08-27T12:27:54.656-05:002016-08-27T12:27:54.656-05:00I never would have known this! The words always co...I never would have known this! The words always come out right in your writing. Thank goodness for a sense of humor, right?Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-84459171766630790702016-08-26T21:28:46.442-05:002016-08-26T21:28:46.442-05:00Oh goodness! Ever since my coma in 2013 left me wi...Oh goodness! Ever since my coma in 2013 left me with mild brain damage which causes word finding difficulty, I have some VERY interesting things come out of my mouth. I routinely call the stove a refrigerator, or say the name of the object I'm looking at instead of the object I'm talking about.<br /><br />The speech-language pathologist in me finds it fascinating. The impatient New Yorker doesn't have time for this!Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03462102833007077300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-23130736992892940612013-10-23T14:00:13.703-05:002013-10-23T14:00:13.703-05:00Ann, that's funny! I really wonder where these...Ann, that's funny! I really wonder where these things come from, that just slip out. So does Ryan enjoy a wee dram? heh Thanks for stopping by!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-46726947311885943872013-10-23T13:56:40.031-05:002013-10-23T13:56:40.031-05:00Oh S@*$&# Susan! Just kidding. Thanks for the ...Oh S@*$&# Susan! Just kidding. Thanks for the comment!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-53762249756394347342013-10-23T13:55:03.199-05:002013-10-23T13:55:03.199-05:00HA! This is awesome. Now I'm thinking of times...HA! This is awesome. Now I'm thinking of times I've realized I'm talking with someone and we're having two completely different conversations. I once told a guy that I'm a sagittarian too, and he heard vegetarian, and then it got good... Thanks for the hilarious story Andrea!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-49253070099636399282013-10-23T08:40:58.491-05:002013-10-23T08:40:58.491-05:00Ryan and I were walking on Newhaven Harbour and go...Ryan and I were walking on Newhaven Harbour and got talking to the man who works there. He asked Ryan where he was from, and Ryan said, "Scotland." I was so shocked I was speechless as I know quite well that Ryan is from Stourbridge in the West Midlands. The moment to speak up passed though. Ryan looked bemused when the man asked if he enjoyed a wee dram.... Afterwards Ryan was completely unaware of why I was laughing so hard - he didn't recall having said Scotland at all. But fortunately the wee dram question confirmed I wasn't just winding him up.... <br /><br />Very peculiar experience, but I put it down to just being Ryan. Ann Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09729843278653034798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-37952601481892294432013-10-23T08:34:13.223-05:002013-10-23T08:34:13.223-05:00I do this too ... am convinced I have a mild case ...I do this too ... am convinced I have a mild case of Tourettes....!Suzan St Maurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10537832307545669212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-36796779046233420702013-10-23T07:36:54.833-05:002013-10-23T07:36:54.833-05:00Hilarious! I frequently have slips of the tongue o...Hilarious! I frequently have slips of the tongue or use the wrong words. I also have a slight hearing impediment which lands me in trouble occasionally, such as the time when a co-worker was talking to me but I could only hear every third word or so, so I was using guesswork really to piece together what he was saying. His job was to make the company's communications accessible to people with difficulties such as hard of hearing etc. That's my excuse for hearing 'I'm looking for a deaf sax player', to which I replied, yes I know a deaf sax player, and babbled on for ages about him. It turned out he said he was looking for the deaf text phone. Oops.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13136348915983553552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-92036906675026774722013-10-23T00:43:24.978-05:002013-10-23T00:43:24.978-05:00OMG, I can't stop laughing.OMG, I can't stop laughing. Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-16284521949599569652013-10-23T00:18:23.348-05:002013-10-23T00:18:23.348-05:00Hahahahahaha@Veronica! I would've loved to hav...Hahahahahaha@Veronica! I would've loved to have seen that! And yes.. I too have had my fair share of shits of the tongue or slips of the tongue if you're Veronica and don't swear. ;) Seriously tho when I worked in the mortgage industry we had a couple come in whose name was Mr. and Mrs. Fukyoui - I kid you not! - Pronouced, "fa-cue-ee." Yeah.. It was so much more fun to say fuck-you-ee. :) And, when I knew I was on my way out of working somewhere, resigning, quitting, etc., I would also answer the phone "Pizza Hut" just so everyone would give me those looks like I just killed someone.<br />Great post. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-23128070784569655472013-10-22T22:54:27.374-05:002013-10-22T22:54:27.374-05:00This was a good one. Thanks for sharingThis was a good one. Thanks for sharingAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07855031858515720140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-44783622187375006432013-10-22T22:41:37.229-05:002013-10-22T22:41:37.229-05:00Oh, this made me laugh. Thanks for coming by!Oh, this made me laugh. Thanks for coming by!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14831958648236444729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536091631921248431.post-21258298978467495632013-10-22T22:04:54.775-05:002013-10-22T22:04:54.775-05:00Lol, oh god! I don't swear and Robert doesn...Lol, oh god! I don't swear and Robert doesn't either and actually finds it offensive. (I have adult children who used to be teens and so I'm ok with swearing, used to it, but chose not to) Anyway, I had to catch the bus from Oxford to our village with masses of shopping and he said he'd come to get me at Stanton Harcourt if it's raining and to text him. Now who in their right mind will text out the name Stanton Harcourt? So the text went something like this: "In SH it's raining." Honestly, it didn't even occur to me. His face was a picture. :) What are we like? Veronica Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15288280932510764014noreply@blogger.com