The Big One

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!

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I'm a photographer and homeschooler Dream = travel blogger. We move around every couple of years. That's fine, I love seeing different parts of our great country and the world. Great things: Jesus, traveling, photography, eating, sewing, scrapbooking, reading, shopping...not necessarily in that order.

14 thoughts on “The Big One

  1. the previous comment made me laugh… ha ha

    So am I a bad person because I didn’t even really notice? Or I just assumed it was the fight song and didn’t really care? hmmm… what does that say about me?

  2. See I’m the opposite – when I say something out loud, it’s like vapor but when I type it there it is staring at me. And by the way, I showed Brett our exchange yesterday and he about fell over…virtuous Vicki is right!

  3. ooo my ears are stiiil burning…my…sensitive ears….aaahhhh….nope. can’t pull it off. tried though 😀

    OH–I tagged you too-a book one to get you away from all that football for a bit! LOL

  4. Well, I guess I’ll take whatever perceptions come my way. I don’t smoke. I rarely drink. But swearing, well, I’m guilty. get me really angry and I’m REaLLY guilty.

    Doesn’t the blog name say enough? 🙂

  5. it’s a fight song, for pete’s sake. and it’s not like you busted off a mother-scratcher or something. it’s fine.

    that said, i have noticed that my husband really dislikes to hear anything approaching cussing from me. (excluding the ramblin’ wreck song, of course.)

    also not appreciated: any discussion of my armpits. he actually told me he’d “rather pretend they didn’t exist.”

  6. the version i know is much worse…you know, the one making fun of us ASC gals?

    I’m a tiddly tot from Agnes Scott and am dating a guy from tech

    He took me to the Varsity somthing that we neck

    He filled my glass with whiskey, i thought that it was beer,

    and now I nine months pregnant with a ten pound engineer!

  7. You did shock me, I have to admit, however, I was not offended in the least. Husband tells me to watch my mouth 10 times a day. I learned all my best curse words from my sweet English grandmother, my beloved June June. I’m telling you, she could make the hardest gangsta rappers blush 😉

    Feel free to slip in a little well placed naughtiness every once in awhile!

  8. I have to say, I was mourning the POD-People kidnapping the Auburn Tigers for the ENTIRE season–but this past weekend they weren’t even allowed to show up for the first half of the game like they have the rest of the season!!! All that to say, I didn’t see you actually had a slip of the tongue in writing….so…here’s my shame on you! =-)

  9. Hmm…I guess I didn’t think it was a big deal, mostly because you were posting the song and not actually doing the cussing. *shrugs* And besides, a cuss every now and then isn’t sooo bad. 🙂

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