We’re sitting on the couch watching a constant rotation of various hunting and fishing shows, when P looks at me and says, “Next week I might get to meet the guy who is basically the person who invented the blah, blah, blah.”
Except he didn’t actually say blah, blah, blah, but that’s what I heard because it had something to do with guns or firepower or ammunition.
So I said, “Oh, cool.”
Which translates to I’m trying to be excited but I have no idea what you’re talking about.
He said, “I don’t think you understand how great that is. It would be like you getting to meet Mr. Prada.”
“Yes, it would. Except that Mr. Prada has been dead for thirty years.”
But thanks for playing.
And I do love him for his attempt to speak my language.
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I think Gary Chapman left “Fashion” out as the 6th love language.
Hello Big Mama-
I am taking this opportunity to come out of lurking since I am the first commenter! I came upon your website from BooMama, about 6 months ago, when I discovered her. We were sorority sisters together. Go Bulldogs!!! I was born and raised in the great magnolia state. I actually live in a big city in Texas probably about 4 or 5 hours maybe east of you??? We’ve been to your town for the past couple of years for a stay at the Hyatt. Love S. A. And I got engaged in your town!! I LOVE your blog, relate to almost everything. I have three of my own, two girls, ages 8 and 6 and one boy, just turned 3. Can’t even begin to say how much you have touched my life. Thank you, Emily
Ok, so I took too long and am actually NOT the first commenter anymore. You can blame that on my roots, nothing is fast in the great southern state of MS!!
Emily
I love the way we (men and women) communicate in two separate languages. It’s a miracle we occasionally understand.
My husband just today told me that sometimes when I’m talking and he’s really trying to get into what I’m so excited about, he just hears “blah blah blah”.
Now my Chris would just LOVE to know what blah blah blah is! That would be so very exciting to him!!
Have a wonderful Sunday, Melanie!
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Big Mama, that’s hilarious! It TOTALLY reminds me of a series of comics that my father e-mailed me this week – I think you’d like it. If this isn’t too bizarre a request – e-mail me, and I’ll send it to you! (Your link above goes straight to my Outlook e-mail…which isn’t set up and i don’t know how to use it.
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Hahahaha! OK…the funny thing is that M. just laughed, turned to me and said “I’m reading Melanie’s blog” (?!?!) My ears perked up…I’m listening… “Yeah, P. sent me a link because you know how he’s coming up to join me next week when I go to Texas to do a blah, blah, blah, blah?” Really…that’s exactly what it sounded like. I had to come here to understand…NOW I get it! HAHAHAHA! Well…bless P’s heart for trying to explain in our language.
Oooo, I’ve had that same conversation, but the players were the different. His was the man who invented the monolithic integrated circuit. Ah, yes… lovin’ my engineer.
Yes, I’m sure when I am babbling on about how great it was to meet the Yarn Harlot, all my husband heard was blah, blah, blah. And when he is going on and on about work? It’s even less intelligible to me. I just knit and nod and smile.
In our house the other person only hears Wha…Wha…Wha…Wha…Whaaa.
As in the way the adults talk to the kids on any Peanuts movie.
Gotta love it.
Bless his heart for trying to translate.
I had to do some cross translation to my father in law this weekend when he was asking about why I had a die cut machine for scrapbooking. I put it in his fisherman’s language and told him that my die cut machine was equal to his bait. It was one of my tools just like bait or a pole was for him.
I’m abundantly impressed that this man even knows about Prada, even moreso that he could use it correctly in a sentence.
(Heinrich Prada was the inventor of moisturizing lip balm, right?)
So funny. Just today my husband asked me a question and then began talking to our daughter. Um, hello, don’t ask if you don’t want to know, right?
I love that he even knew to use Prada as an example. Bonus points to P for listening!
My husband is really into military strategy games. He plays with a whole ton of guys every week.
And he likes to talk about it.
I have the “Smile and Nod, Smile and Nod, Repeat” down pat. I’m glad he’s having fun with the guys. But I really am not interested! But I still listen. I just daydream at the same time
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Okay, I came across this and thought of you. (I read your blog quite a bit!) Sorry if this is weird, but here’s the link to an A&M Platter! (made in the US, ofcourse!)
http://www.hartstonepottery.com/store/shopexd.asp?id=1328&ccode=59900107
Well, at least he tried.
Just this weekend I learned how to stuff a fish and airbrush it so it has the perfect coloring of a rainbow trout.
And he watched Enchanted for the second time.
The scary thing is when I watch these shows with him and I say things like “Look at the rack on that deer!” Then I wonder who I’m becoming. But, all is well when I get him into ‘The Hills’ and he gets caught up in the drama.
It’s nothing but true love at our house. That and mounted dead things.
God bless Mr.Prada. And the Pope and his red Prada loafers.
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