I don’t remember the first time I cried or laughed or felt proud, but I will never forget the first time my daughter gave me a flower. A few days ago, she walked into the room with a big smile on her face and handed me a fragrant freesia. She was so excited to have me smell it.
I will NEVER forget the first time my daughter gave me a flower.
I won a year subscription to Jacquie Lawson (e-cards) from The Prairie Maid. The very first card I sent out was a thank you card to The Prairie Maid and I’m pretty sure I spelled her name wrong! Aaargh!!!
I wrote a post called, Blog is a Four Letter Word. In it I shared blog based curse words. Many others contributed as well. One of the biggest blogabulary contributors was Gregory J from Living My Life, Whatever. He even went so far as to make me this:
Thank you Gregory J, you are one blogtastic, son of a blog! May you blog long and prosper.
The Meatloaf Incident
I’ve been thinking about language a lot lately. There is power in language. Sometimes groups of people reclaim words that were previously used as slurs and turn them into a celebration. Some words are too ugly to be reclaimed.
The other day I met a friend and a lovely little boy that we know at the playground. The little boy appeared to be having a blast when I first got there, but pretty soon he was choking back tears. My friend decided it was time to leave. Later I found out that the reason the little boy was so upset was that he had been called a name.
Before I knew what name the little boy had been called, my mind was reeling thinking of all the possibilities. I was so scared that what was said to him was a racial epithet. It made me so sad to think of him having to deal with these issues at such a young age. I found out that what he had been called was MEATLOAF and I started laughing (don’t worry he wasn’t around).
I mean I’ve been called some pretty awful things and if someone called me a meatloaf I would just have to laugh, but this little boy has not been called horrid things and all he knew was that a group of his peers had used the word as an invective; they meant it to be hurtful and he was hurt.
Language is a trip.
And that’s all she wrote!
Have a great weekend!
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I Comment Therefore I Am
by UnknownMami on February 8, 2010
Welcome to another edition of I Comment Therefore I Am, where I put together a post from comments I’ve left on other blogs. Odd I know, but I find that when I comment on great posts I am inspired to write about things that I would not normally.
Let’s get started, shall we?
Matty from Matty Thoughts wants to know where all the missing socks go. Don’t we all. I have a theory about it that I want to turn into a children’s book…
The more I think about it, the more I think this theory is right. I mean socks are forced to be with their mate; it’s like an arranged marriage and sometimes it works, but sometimes it doesn’t. On the other side of the dryer socks are free to mate with argyles, stripes, or solids as long as they are willing and no one ever judges them for dating a sock that is different than them.
Recently, The Wannabe WAHM asked, “Will I spend my whole life trying to be successful or will I be one of the few that ‘make it’?” My answer:
Brainella asked if I celebrate Valentine’s Day…
At Stir-Fry Awesomeness I was asked, “Is your life a romantic comedy, tragedy, horror story, or something else? Who would portray you in this masterpiece?” My answer…
Mrs. Blogalot used the word bloghole and I fell in love with it, then I came up with my own bloggy curse word:
Other bloggy insults I’ve thought of since then: blog for brains, blogface, bloglicker, blogina (rhymes with vagina), blogf@*ker, motherblogger, go blog yourself, blog right off, you piece of blog….Do you have any?
That’s it for this edition of I Comment Therefore I Am.
Do you give good comment? Wanna play along? Go forth, spread the comment love, and turn it into a post (I keep a draft post open while I read blogs throughout the week). Recycle, reuse, and reduce my friends; it’s the wave of the future.
Oh and feel free to comment on my comments otherwise how will I know that you exist.
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