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July 20, 2005


CRS = Can't Remember Shit (Napster's term.)

Blogmom Bou was talking about not being able to remember simple words such as shed or counter.

Many people in her comments agreed they have this problem. Along with me. I have it bad!

I'm not even sure I talk English sometimes. Here are a few of the ways I corrupt the English language:

  • I forget words. Easy words. Words I should know. This then keeps me from thinking at all as I'm trying to remember the word I have forgotten! Sucks when you are in front of people!

  • I talk backwards. I had a teacher one time tell me that I talked like a Mexican (nouns before adjetives). Things that I say don't come out in the order that they should. You know the saying, "Putting the cart before the horse"? Yea, my horse is pushing the damn cart!

  • Common sayings - I screw those up all the time! And you'll know it because I'll be talking and one I realize I can't figure out the rest of the saying or cliche', I start speaking quieter and mumbling. What's worse is the times I don't catch myself! Then I just sound like an uneducated idiot!

  • Train of thought. I miss this train a lot! I have my own permanent seat at the damn train station I forget where I'm going so many times.

    Let's take this last point for a moment. I tell a lot of stories in my classes. We all have times that we forget where we are going with something, but when I'm training selling, I usually know that's what I'm relating my story to. Easy to do....normally!

    Today, for some odd reason, I was forgetting why I was telling these stories. I'd start telling a story and then stop, think silently, and ask, "where was I going with that"? Everyone giggles and then someone we'll say, "we were talking about..." Oh yea!! And I'll continue on with my story.

    I didn't do this once today. Not just twice. NO! I did it like 4 times!

    My brain transplant is scheduled next week!

    Posted by Sissy at July 20, 2005 05:48 PM | TrackBack
  • Comments

    Maybe you can turn it into a game for class - "Okay, everyone guess where this story was going". Good fun for all :)

    Posted by: Napster at July 20, 2005 05:54 PM

    I talk backwards, but it is because my mom speaks such broken English, I find myself speaking like her sometimes.

    Posted by: Oddybobo at July 20, 2005 06:14 PM

    You know what I say, "Don't do for the trainees, what they can do for themselves". Clearly they need to figure out what you are thinking. ;-)

    Posted by: Morrigan at July 20, 2005 10:41 PM

    How does Morrigan handle this in class? Surely it happens to her too! She forgets words.

    And my Mom is queen of screwing up phrases. Holy cow. Mo got that from her too.

    Posted by: Bou at July 20, 2005 11:31 PM

    May I mambo dog face to the banana patch?

    Posted by: Ogre at July 21, 2005 10:40 AM

    Nope, the times I watched Morrigan train the main thing she would do is say a phrase or answer a question in a way that could be construed as really dirty to those that were dirty minded :) That was about it.

    Posted by: Napster at July 21, 2005 11:53 AM

    Eh, Sissy, what you have is not even uncommon enough to be abnormal. Google the Reverend William Archibald Spooner sometime. Especially when you need a grin.
    Your aren't sitting at the train station with that train of thought, it's just a matter of your brain being finished with that TOT before your mouth is.

    Posted by: Peter at July 22, 2005 11:26 AM