The family dinner last night was great. Actually, the food wasn’t so great, which was disappointing since we were at a "good" restaurant, but the company was good. I sat near the sister-in-law with whom I’ve always gotten along very well. She kept us entertained with stories of her new boxer puppy and sprinkled the conversation with sarcastic comments which she knew I’d appreciate. She made use of the word "fecking" a couple of times, only she didn’t really say "fecking" if you know what I mean, and what made that so funny is that she is a very professional and proper woman and that word is very uncharacteristic of her, but give her a little wine and watch her go! Great fun! I love her. She makes me not care so much that there is another who hates me.
Mark’s mom tried to pin everyone down as to their Thanksgiving plans and whether or not she should plan on them. Mark was evasive in his response. I don’t know why. Sometimes he just likes to be difficult, I think. I mean…I KNOW. He seems to forget that I don’t find this behavior funny, especially when it turns the heat on me. Assuming his vague reply meant he thought he might be working that day, mom-in-law then hollered down to me, "Terri, are YOU coming for Thanksgiving?" I kicked Mark under the table as hard as possible without drawing surprised stares and said, "We’ll check Mark’s work schedule and I’ll let you know."
I love when he does that. <=== That is sarcasm, in case anyone was wondering.
I like the word "fecking." I think I’ll use it all day. Feel free to join me!
territerri
27 Comments
November 2, 2009 at 10:03 am
I just finished a fecking book wherein the fecking author fecking says fecking a lot, so I fecking wondered if this would be about that. Anyway, have a good one.
November 2, 2009 at 11:02 am
I avoid that question with my family like the plague. It hurts my mom, but I live with my wife who is not very fond of my family. And they way they have behaved recently, I don’t blame her.
November 2, 2009 at 11:02 am
I think it fecking sux that there’s a Mark relative who you think doesn’t like you. Feck them!! Life’s too fecking short to have to deal with people like that. Ugh. Sounds like you had a very nice time anyway though. Have a great fecking Monday!!
November 2, 2009 at 9:49 pm
Ditto to that, but I was once there too and it’s not a think doesn’t like her it’s a know doesn’t like her. Too bad too because Terri is an absolutely wonderful person.
November 2, 2009 at 11:05 am
I went to a fecking restaurant up there: Dakota. It was so good we met the owner and the dessert chef. They were wonderful. Oh, and yawl have some interesting accents. Yup.
November 2, 2009 at 11:10 am
“Feck” is accepted language in my department. One Irishman and a lot of Father Ted fans can’t be wrong!
I just don’t get the thing about deliberately being difficult – is it some sort of death wish? I mean, to deliberately make both your mom AND wife “fecked off” with you is… Oh I don’t know! Not something that I think of as a good move…
November 2, 2009 at 11:12 am
Everyone’s playing along and saying FECKING!
I love it!
Bunch of badasses are we!
November 2, 2009 at 11:51 am
I love father Ted…
November 2, 2009 at 11:52 am
Wow, it embeds the clip!
November 2, 2009 at 12:05 pm
LOL… RC, that’s TOO funny!
November 2, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Glad you like it. Wouldn’t want to lower the tone of this post
November 2, 2009 at 1:58 pm
“Mark was evasive in his response. I don’t know why”. I know why! HE doesn’t want to say he doesn’t want to/can’t come!
The ‘dance’ that we dance at Christmas, and in your case Thanksgiving, does my feckinb head in. How to keep everyone happy eh?
November 2, 2009 at 2:11 pm
Heck, I can’t even get my plans for this afternoon squared away, much less Thanksgiving yet!
November 2, 2009 at 4:07 pm
It’s this sort of encounter that makes me glad I live 10 hours from both my parents and my in-laws, saving both my blood pressure and hubs’ shins.
November 2, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Sounds like you had a fecking great time! (Mostly)
I like “fecking” too. I believe I will join you all fecking day long!
November 2, 2009 at 6:49 pm
Fecking, fecking, fecking, fecking. It does feel good even if I’ve got my Monday Smiles (my toned down version of Life is Good) … and a new blog for fiction up and running. I used the same theme as territerri (different header, though, aren’t you glad?). My blogging owes a lot to you. Fun post.
November 2, 2009 at 7:31 pm
Sounds like you were totally ready to give the ‘fecking’ husband more than a kick.
That stuff never happens here…OUCH…stop kicking me Wife!
November 2, 2009 at 7:55 pm
According to Urban Dictionary.com :
[Polite and socially acceptable profanity used by the Irish. ]
“Theres no fecking way, feck off”
November 2, 2009 at 9:48 pm
Ok, I’m pretty sure I know which sister-in-laws you were talking about up there and you are right,
). And boy that is one thing I don’t miss, the “family” get togethers. :O) At least you sat next to one of the sane(r) ones. :O)
November 3, 2009 at 6:33 am
Fekking inlaws and husbands!
November 3, 2009 at 7:02 am
Sounds like you had a fecking good time. It’s great that your fecking family gets along so well. The holidays always tend to put me in a fecking festive mood. Once again, leave it to terri to raise the fecking bar for the rest of us.
BTW – I emphasize with Mark. I tend to evade those decisions/discussions regarding whose house we will gorge ourselves at this year. I prefer something simpler, less of a production, but I am fighting against tradition, so I bow to a higher authority.
November 3, 2009 at 9:07 am
Oh, the holidays . . . . Kate is starting to break our profusely in a cold sweat!
Good on ya for a nice swift kick under the table though.
In our family we call SILs like the one you described “buffers” – they make the get-togethers bearable and often enjoyable. And if they don’t come for some reason, Kate finds the fecking bottle of wine and goes to town!
November 3, 2009 at 8:08 pm
A day late for Fecking Tuesday…anyone up for Fecking Wednesday?
I hope your Thanksgiving plans evolve without the in-laws if that’s your preference. Or maybe just a dessert appearance??
I’m taking a Tues red-eye to Massachusetts and coming back Monday. I’m dreading turkey day at my brother’s house as things have been greatly strained between us this year. I managed to set my plans so it’s a mere 30 hours at his house so life should be good.
November 4, 2009 at 2:34 am
I took me till I was about 31 years old before I was finally able to say the “f” bomb! Oh, I had a few substitutes, sure -friggin’ or freakin’ – but I’m sure everyone already knew those were just substitutions for what I was really wanting to say. But anyway, once I said THAT word, not in the telling of a joke, but actually used it in a sentence, it was amazing how much easier it then became to insert the real thing! Now, I’m trying to retrain my tongue back to the friggin’ and freakin’ or even fecking! But darn, it is so versatile! So much expression is lost if you use a substitute, ya know.
November 4, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Thank goodness our Thanksgiving tradition is to go somewhere out of town for vacation by ourselves! Often Vegas, but this year it’s Puerto Rico.
November 8, 2009 at 10:04 pm
“Fecking” generally isn’t the pronunciation I use. I can’t help it. Fluent profanity is a requirement when working in the IT field. I might have to give this one a try, though, just to see who catches it.
November 8, 2009 at 10:19 pm
Oohhh Mike….another one that works VERY well is SPIT!!! It sounds so much like it cussing counterpart, is just as staccato and can be said with the same force that the stress release is just the same…
Try it…you’ll like it!