So, my daughter (age 18 and a senior in high school) tells me tonight that for the last few months her Spanish IV class has a weekly "Tara's Mom-isms" and they listen to the latest words of wisdom from Tara's mom. Which is me.
Apparently, even though my kids don't listen to me, they take note of things I say that others might consider funny and then laugh at them in front of a teacher and strangers.
I guess I said, "Tough Titties" to Tara one day last week when she bemoaned the fact that she couldn't have Italian salad dressing and that she NEEDED this salad dressing because it was the ONLY kind of dressing she likes and she NEVER gets what she wants. The class thought that was very funny. I also said, when someone asked me if I wanted to be in a hockey tournament, "Oh, yes, that would be the tits!". I also believe she told the class that as a homebrewer, I like to drink and I say things like, "Bud Light is for pu$$ies".
Now, taken out of context, I sound like a very bad mother.
There are many, many others, some kind of profane, some not. Apparently, the class and teacher think I am a total potty mouth. I'm actually an articulate, intelligent, productive member of society. Unfortunately, the school system thinks I'm a drunk foul mouth lunatic. But I usually reserve that persona for weekends!
Apparently, even though my kids don't listen to me, they take note of things I say that others might consider funny and then laugh at them in front of a teacher and strangers.
I guess I said, "Tough Titties" to Tara one day last week when she bemoaned the fact that she couldn't have Italian salad dressing and that she NEEDED this salad dressing because it was the ONLY kind of dressing she likes and she NEVER gets what she wants. The class thought that was very funny. I also said, when someone asked me if I wanted to be in a hockey tournament, "Oh, yes, that would be the tits!". I also believe she told the class that as a homebrewer, I like to drink and I say things like, "Bud Light is for pu$$ies".
Now, taken out of context, I sound like a very bad mother.
There are many, many others, some kind of profane, some not. Apparently, the class and teacher think I am a total potty mouth. I'm actually an articulate, intelligent, productive member of society. Unfortunately, the school system thinks I'm a drunk foul mouth lunatic. But I usually reserve that persona for weekends!