I come from a pretty witty family. My brothers both are quick-witted and can pull out the puns or the jokes quickly and consistently, but sadly I missed out on that fun gene in the family gene pool.
While my brothers got the funny gene, I was the one who inherited from my mom the ability to say some pretty stupid things on accident and make people laugh because of the ridiculous that just came out of my mouth.
As my brother Caleb once said through a belly full of laughter and tears “Beck, you are the greatest source of accidental humor ever.”
Now, that is something that may hurt some people feelings, but when I look back at the rediculous things I say (which is easy to do because my husband has an ongoing list of them), they can be real funny.
Anyone who spends any amount of time with me will hear me flub while trying to talk, and I just call it part of my charm 🙂
So, I thought, hey, this could be a pretty funny blog series.
Starting in a style a la “shit my dad says” I thought about that, but I wanted to put my own spin on it calling this series
Words Done Becca Style
So, I’m going to go ahead and laugh at myself (and hope you laugh too!) and share some of the insanity that accidentally comes out of my mouth.
Because you see, my brain drums to it’s own beat. I regularly have trouble finding the right word at the right time. I will be able to picture what it is I’m saying in my head no problem, but finding the right word often fails me, and in turn, my brain will substitute a word that sounds similar to the one I want, but usually means something completely different.
And then at times, my brain just full on makes shit up. I’m happy that I find this as funny as I do, because unfortunately I am never witty when I want to be, but am always witty accidentally 🙂
So, for your reading pleasure, my first installment of”
“Words Done Becca Style”
Back around the year 2003 or so, my good friend Sarah and I were walking down the street in downtown Seattle. We were near the touristy district just having a fun girls day when we saw a girl across the street who was super skinny. Like she hasn’t eaten yet this month type of skinny. So skinny we noticed it from across the street.
So I exclaim ” Man, that girl needs a cookie, she is so emancipated.”
As Sarah stops in her tracks, tilts her head to the side and says “huh, I didn’t know you could tell someone was free from across the street!”
Which at that point my brain decided to let me know that nope, emancipated was not the word I was needing as it likes to do. The word should have been emaciated. Close…. but yet…. not.
Most the time, the wrong word comes out of my mouth and half a breath later, the right word pops into mind. Lol
So welcome to the world of my brain, where close is good enough… for some accidental humor at least 🙂 Until next time 🙂