I must say I got some pretty visceral reactions from my Ramblin’ Wreck post. 99% of them were from my husband. And he knows me the best. So that means that either you guys either don’t care that I cussed or were so put off that you chose not to comment. I hope you’re still reading my blog though. Hello?
I have to say that I deliberately chose to include the words because that’s the song. And I was really hyped up on adrenaline. And I really didn’t care at the moment. But when we’re actually at the games…In the stands. Wearing all the GA Tech paraphernalia. Eating the gross hotdogs and drinking the watered down cokes (which should both be made of gold because that’s how much they cost)…I usually don’t say those words. I kind of mumble through them.
In fact, I didn’t even know that the fight song was such a drinking song. I had never bothered to learn all the words. Why would I, I didn’t actually go to that school (although I still claim an MRS from there). It usually goes something like this: “I’m a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech and a heckuv an engineer. A hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm of an engineer. I hmmm blah blah blah blah blah! something about whiskey clear. Hmmm hmmmm mmmmm something about engineers. Mmmmm hmmm blah blah blah blah to heck with Georgia! Hmm mmm blah blah blah blah.” And on and on until I can yell: Go Jackets! Bust their hmmm. Go Jackets! Bust their hmmm. Go Jackets! Fight!
I’m a rebel. I know.
There’s something about typing the words out instead of speaking them that tempers the harshness for me. I mean, I didn’t have to come up with those words to fit a craftily formulated sentence. They’ve already been made up. I just had to type them.
It’s funny because Heather just blogged the other day about foul language and how people perceive you when you use it. My response to her was something along the lines of: “I don’t cuss now. It makes a person look like an idiot.” And what do I go and do? Cuss in public on my blog. Touché. But I stand by my excuse…they weren’t my words.
This has been my tongue in cheek-y way of apologizing to my husband and to any other people who were offended at my choice of foul language. I think I almost knocked Kerith off her seat I shocked her so bad. Until now she’s only seen me as Virtuous Vicki. And Lula had to go and resurface on Facebook that day (I sort of cussed on there too, using $$ signs instead of s’s) and chastise me for cussing over a football game. I’m sure I shocked her with my exuberant display of excitement (not to mention, she’s a Georgia fan!). I will get a life and revert back to my wholesome speak. But Du, don’t ever let me hear a bomb slip from your mouth honey!