Beloved Hubby’s Issues with the Evolving English Language

Hello folks, let’s chat… The English language continues to evolve. Whether we like it or not, definitions change over the years. I’m a word person. I get that. I’ve been trying to explain it to my darling man. Phil’s having a bit more trouble, and in some ways, it’s getting Phil into a bit more trouble.

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Exhibit A: We were watching one of the singing shows the other night. My man and I freely admit that neither of us can sing and aren’t the best judges of musical talent, but we still like to watch the process of new talent being discovered and developed. That particular night one of the contestants had just done what we both thought was a fine job crooning a good old country hit. “He is good,” Phil said. No sooner did he get it out of his mouth when the song ended and the camera turned to one of the celebrity judges, who looked at the budding singer and said, “Man, that was sick.”

Phil looked at me as if to say, “Did you hear him? That was rude.”

“That means he’s good,” I said. “Sick means good these days.”

Phil rolled his eyes and we went back to watching the program. A few minutes later one of the judges told a contestant right to her face that she was bad.

Phil looked back at me. “Good,” I said. “Bad means good.”

I got zero response that time.

Several days later I was all dressed up and headed out of town. Phil was in the kitchen going through the mail when I walked through and commented that I didn’t feel so good. My sweet man looked up and smiled, “Well,” he said. “You look sick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean.” Phil said. “You look bad.”

“Excuse me?” I repeated. I finally realized what was happening when Phil sighed deeply and asked, “Just tell me. How many tries do I have left?”

Hugs, Shellie

Comments

  • Lucy Sanguinetti
    April 1, 2015

    I am laughing so hard at your English language story that it’s almost like you are eavesdropping on Jay and me! That was hilarious! What I love about you, Shellie, is that no matter what is going on in my day, I can pull up one of your emails and nothing else matters….I am going to get laughter, truth, encouragement, “real-life” living, and that is SOOOOOO refreshing in this day in time! Thank you for always coming through when I need you! Now, on a side note…..just out of curiosity the other day, I decided to “google” my name, and just see what popped up! Guess what I found? A direct reference to, and PHOTO of, page 98 in your book, “Suck Your Stomach in and Put Some Color On!”…You know, the part where I sent in the message from my momma, complete with the yellow bikini and the note that she wanted grandchildren, and maybe this would help! I laughed out loud again! That’s you…dependable for a laugh, no matter what. That’s what I love about you!

    • Shellie
      April 9, 2015

      I do! I do remember that story of yours. I just found this comment however, (the plates be spinning fast these days), so forgive me for not responding sooner. I’m touched by your kind words about my work here.

      Blessings, friend!

  • Cathie Takewell
    March 31, 2015

    Cute!

    • Shellie
      April 9, 2015

      THANKS! 🙂

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