A couple weeks ago, as I was dropping Sam off for preschool, I reminded him to say goodbye to his sisters. He gave Noelle a hug and she said this...
"Goodbye, sexy."
Whaaaaaaat?! Where on earth? Do I say sexy often? I'm sure I do. Where did I learn sexy from? Oh no, not Justin Timberlake. My frequent usage of "sexy" stems from a time when little J.T. was just learning his ABCs. Yes, my friends, waaaaaay back in the 1980s. You see, I have a grandma. She died several years ago. Grandma B was her name. She was my father's mother. From what I understand, she was a barmaid once, bowled, a heavy smoker before my dad made her quit, had the saddest sack of a friend named, of all names, "Happy" (no, really), gambled (that was religion to my dad's family), and had family ties to the mafia. You getting a good picture in your head? Anyway, my grandma was a kind grandma, came over every Saturday and bought us McDonald's. We could count on her for the presents we really wanted for Christmas and we could also count on her for some genuine good laughs--totally unintentional on her part, of course. She was often gassy, spoke frequently of "the arthritis" that she had, and yes, oh yes, she said the word "sexy" ALL THE TIME. In fact, is was often said twice for emphasis, "Sexy, sexy". To my young sister and I, this was a word that was not only uncomfortable for us to hear, but also extremely hilarious. Nobody used the word sexy back then. It was almost forbidden (like the lambada). Therefore, we used the word sexy all the time too. We described milk as being sexy. I went on to work in the advertising world where I frequently said, "Make it sexy" and that was referring to spreadsheets. When I speak to adoptive couples about their profiles, I plead for them to "Sex it up" (meaning, dye your hair, wear trendy clothes, get a tan = look nice). So, when Justin Timberlake was referring to bringing sexy back, he was talking about us. And J.T., we're taking it back again--Noelle has spoken and the tradition carries on. Sexy, sexy.
"Goodbye, sexy."
Whaaaaaaat?! Where on earth? Do I say sexy often? I'm sure I do. Where did I learn sexy from? Oh no, not Justin Timberlake. My frequent usage of "sexy" stems from a time when little J.T. was just learning his ABCs. Yes, my friends, waaaaaay back in the 1980s. You see, I have a grandma. She died several years ago. Grandma B was her name. She was my father's mother. From what I understand, she was a barmaid once, bowled, a heavy smoker before my dad made her quit, had the saddest sack of a friend named, of all names, "Happy" (no, really), gambled (that was religion to my dad's family), and had family ties to the mafia. You getting a good picture in your head? Anyway, my grandma was a kind grandma, came over every Saturday and bought us McDonald's. We could count on her for the presents we really wanted for Christmas and we could also count on her for some genuine good laughs--totally unintentional on her part, of course. She was often gassy, spoke frequently of "the arthritis" that she had, and yes, oh yes, she said the word "sexy" ALL THE TIME. In fact, is was often said twice for emphasis, "Sexy, sexy". To my young sister and I, this was a word that was not only uncomfortable for us to hear, but also extremely hilarious. Nobody used the word sexy back then. It was almost forbidden (like the lambada). Therefore, we used the word sexy all the time too. We described milk as being sexy. I went on to work in the advertising world where I frequently said, "Make it sexy" and that was referring to spreadsheets. When I speak to adoptive couples about their profiles, I plead for them to "Sex it up" (meaning, dye your hair, wear trendy clothes, get a tan = look nice). So, when Justin Timberlake was referring to bringing sexy back, he was talking about us. And J.T., we're taking it back again--Noelle has spoken and the tradition carries on. Sexy, sexy.
7 comments:
Ummm . . . go Noelle. (I think.)
;)
Sounds like you had quite the grandma!
I think I peed a little. Thanks for the laugh. :)
That was awesome! Who doesn't love a grandma like that! I love when kids say the random things.
Once I wrote a paper about Grandma B in college. My professor read it to the class because he thought she was the most awesome character. She once hit her sister with a broom for being a tramp. Don't worry, I won't do that to you:)
Too Funny!
Glad I'm not a tramp, then.
Oh how I love that little girl! Looks like her blood runs deep, on all sides!! ;)
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