I Missed the Memo
June 8, 2008
When I was 9 years old, I spent a week with my Aunt Marcia and cousin, Haley, in Nevada. During that trip, my Aunt Marcia took Haley and me fishing on some docks. As we sat there trying everything we could think of to make the fish bite, I suddenly got an idea. There's a Sesame Street episode where Bert and Ernie are fishing. Ernie teaches Bert that if you want to get some fish, all you have to do is call them. Ernie shows Bert how to yell, "HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY!" and the fish jump into the boat. On that dock, I decided to try my luck. I made a few adaptations, however. I decided to yell, "HERE BASSturd BASSturd BASSturd!" Bass because a bass is a fish... made sense. Turd because the fish were being stubborn, therefore deserved the label turd. Someone forgot to tell me that bastard was NOT a literal translation.
Well, I feel like I missed a similar memo. The one where they defined or at least implied what “Bow Chicka Wow Wow” meant. I'm still not even sure what it REALLY means, but I'm told it has something to do with the birds and the bees and I should ask my mom to explain it. I’ve been singing it under my breath at work, saying it to my parents, and most embarrassingly of all…
I went up to Alaska two weeks ago to go Halibut/King Salmon fishing with friends and their family. (Side Note: I've never met their family and supposedly a first impression is lasting.) So back to the story; apparently, when a fisherman gets a fish on the line they yell, “Fish On!” Well, no one told me that and I thought I heard them yell, “Let’s get it on!” Just hearing those words caused Marvin Gaye to croon “Let’s get it on” in my head over and over all day long. When a song is stuck in your head, it eventually escapes via the mouth. It’s inevitable, really. Well, I unavoidably ended up singing that song for the rest of the day. When it came my turn to finally yell, “fish on!” I made the obvious substitution of “Let’s get it on!” I then followed it up with the (unbeknownst to me) awkward victory shout of, “Bow Chicka Wow Wow!”
I guess the point of the story here is… are there any other memos I should be watching out for? If so, a comment would be appreciated.
p.s. Microsoft Word does not recognize bastard and turd as words. How refined.
When I was 9 years old, I spent a week with my Aunt Marcia and cousin, Haley, in Nevada. During that trip, my Aunt Marcia took Haley and me fishing on some docks. As we sat there trying everything we could think of to make the fish bite, I suddenly got an idea. There's a Sesame Street episode where Bert and Ernie are fishing. Ernie teaches Bert that if you want to get some fish, all you have to do is call them. Ernie shows Bert how to yell, "HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY!" and the fish jump into the boat. On that dock, I decided to try my luck. I made a few adaptations, however. I decided to yell, "HERE BASSturd BASSturd BASSturd!" Bass because a bass is a fish... made sense. Turd because the fish were being stubborn, therefore deserved the label turd. Someone forgot to tell me that bastard was NOT a literal translation.
Well, I feel like I missed a similar memo. The one where they defined or at least implied what “Bow Chicka Wow Wow” meant. I'm still not even sure what it REALLY means, but I'm told it has something to do with the birds and the bees and I should ask my mom to explain it. I’ve been singing it under my breath at work, saying it to my parents, and most embarrassingly of all…
I went up to Alaska two weeks ago to go Halibut/King Salmon fishing with friends and their family. (Side Note: I've never met their family and supposedly a first impression is lasting.) So back to the story; apparently, when a fisherman gets a fish on the line they yell, “Fish On!” Well, no one told me that and I thought I heard them yell, “Let’s get it on!” Just hearing those words caused Marvin Gaye to croon “Let’s get it on” in my head over and over all day long. When a song is stuck in your head, it eventually escapes via the mouth. It’s inevitable, really. Well, I unavoidably ended up singing that song for the rest of the day. When it came my turn to finally yell, “fish on!” I made the obvious substitution of “Let’s get it on!” I then followed it up with the (unbeknownst to me) awkward victory shout of, “Bow Chicka Wow Wow!”
I guess the point of the story here is… are there any other memos I should be watching out for? If so, a comment would be appreciated.
p.s. Microsoft Word does not recognize bastard and turd as words. How refined.
Comments
To Cali's blog readers, I beg you, please send her memo's. Please. One mother cannot send them all (especially when she didn't get them herself).
I ask only one thing of you..........PLEASE POST MORE OFTEN!!! I have LOVED getting to know you and your amazing Mother more through your blogs.
Oh, you could post pics of your trip with more stories.....just a hint Ü
-Ande
Ande