Letty...
Quote:and my mom didn't say ...
... there's that word again... you did that on purpose didn't you... ?
Hey, herberts. Get up from down in under there and quit worrying about porpoises.
My grandmother on my dad's side was called Ma by my siblings. She was dead before I was born.
The only grandmother that I knew, was my MOM's mother and I called her ganny. Don't ask, brat.
Calling your mother 'mamma' obviously betrays an Italian or Mediterranean heritage in your background.
I thought all Americans refer to their father as 'pops' (pronounced 'pahps'). As in 'Hey pops! How many bums did you drop during the Vietnam war?'
Letty, if you want to borrow a new avatar from me please don't hesitate to ask. An image-change could only be for the better.
Nope. No Italian. Most of my folks came straight from them British Isles except my mother's side which bragged a bit of Wales as attested by Ragland Castle.
Hey, you laughing monkey. I had a most difficult time getting this one to work, and had to go without for awhile.
I have become quite tolerant of informal language and often feel that it says more than the pluperfect kind.
Well, you are a strange one, Letty. I thought you Americans - just as with Australians - would rather boil in a vat of bubbling bat-sh*t than confess to having English antecedents.
Talk to any Australian and he'll tell you his ancestry heralds from Ireland.. or Scotland... or Wales... or the Isle of Man... or a rowing-boat in the North Sea - ANYTHING but admit to an English[/i] heritage...
herberts wrote:Calling your mother 'mamma' obviously betrays an Italian or Mediterranean heritage in your background.
Quote:
Main Entry: mam·ma
Variant(s): or ma·ma also mom·ma
Etymology: of baby-talk origin like English mam mother, German dialect mamme mother, Latin mamma mother, female breast, Greek mamma, mamm mother, Irish Gaelic & Welsh mam, Albanian mëmë, Russian mama
source: "mamma." Webster's Third New International Dictionary, Unabridged. Merriam-Webster, 2002.
http://unabridged.merriam-webster.com (24 Mar. 2006).
Yep, I'm a WASP alright.
Ah, Walter. You are the best referee that I know, and I'll bet you don't even down own a stripped shirt. <smile>Thanks, you delightful Goiman. (that's northern speak for German)
Letty...
Quote:I have become quite tolerant of informal language and often feel that it says more than the pluperfect kind.
My sentiments exactly - couldn't have said it better. I always duck into the nearest alleyway whenever I see them pluperfect snobs approaching along the sidewalk with their airs and graces and fancy pretensions.
Daytona Beach-babe...
Quote:Hey, you laughing monkey. I had a most difficult time getting this one to work, and had to go without for awhile.
You should have left it blank - it would have been far more flattering. pm me for instructions.
I see Walter has finally managed to stumble his exhausted but happy carcass out of that seedy hotel room where for the past coupla days he's been 'entertaining' a certain red-headed fire-cracker known locally as 'Sigfrieda' to her many satisfied customers...
Herberts, honey. You shan't get a rise out of me with that comment. Just ask McTag. I'm a looker. <smile>
Daytona Beach-babe...
Quote:Herberts, honey. You shan't get a rise out of me with that comment. Just ask McTag. I'm a looker. <smile>
Oh yeah?
That brings us full-circle to well-hung prepositions propositioning cyber-chicks on forum boards...
I look forward to seeing your new avatar.
Well, herberts, I must admit that you have a sense of HUMOUR, and I think we have made some PROgress with our STAYtus in the issue of language and environs.
Wow.
This flattering analysis of my PROgress toward a more elevated STAYtus with regard to HUMOUR and well-hung prepositions has relieved me of much of my previous anxiety.
Thanks for that Letty.
Don't forget to postup your bikini-clad new avatar.
I've posted something on this forum, I think my English has let me down. I wrote:
'He'll has to use a sledge hammer'.
Shouldn't it be:
'He'll have to use a sledge hammer'?
Or was I right in the first place?
You look like one a them grump atheists to me . . . the kind that eat lil' chilrens of a Sunday mornin' . . . i ain'ta gonna answer none a yer questions . . .
This is grumpy speaking, to be specific, hungry and grumpy. So, I advice you to answer my question ... or I'll eat your children!
I don't believes it, when I don't sees it ... thus I eat children!
(I'm aware of the surplus in s's)
Hi Krekel. I think you might be ready for a dirty weekend with someone called Big Bertha who keeps a room at the notorious Hinteler's Whorehouse on Walterstrasse in downtown Sigfriedasburg in North Rhine-Westphalia.
