By email:
Ben, I don’t know if it’s as a result of you living with a Newfoundlander now or me living overseas but you sound so straight-up Nova Scotian in your blog video it’s ridiculous. I would build you a kilt right now if I were good at sewing.
Cruel irony has struck me down again. When I spent my time living over in Ireland, I would’ve given my left arm to have come home with even a hint of their lovely accent.
Now, without realizing it, I have let my copious interactions with a Newf affect my speech and pronunciation. Adopting the vocal stylings of someone who occasionally forgets to pronounce his “Th” (Some missus treatened me on Tursday!) sounds is NOT OKAY.
Developing…
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too funny! that would drive me crazy as well but the hard part is how do you act like you care when you really don’t? When J starts on something like that, I can’t even fake the caring part. I try the whole “uh huh, uh huh” and nod my head but he can instantly tell my disinterest.
Kate: You know what? I think I’d turn down that job offer.
Ashley: Herding…waves?? That must be interesting and tragically frustrating for them!
Theleftovers: I think it’s hilarious too haha
Haha, your writing is brilliant! I used to have a Sheltie, and he also tried to herd me around…and my other pet rabbit.
It was a very important job he had. Who doesn’t need to be bullied around by a little sheep herding dog?!
HA! My parents have a sheltie and it herds the waves on the beach. It is quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen.
On another note, I’m horrible at acting intrigued. I often yawn, roll my eyes, start looking at the ceiling, start counting carpet fibers…i think you get the picture
But if I have something I’m dying to know, I’ll def be asking him.
You’re a saint. He should pay you to be his listener.
Nothing like learning about cancer to make you enjoy your day!
My husband does that to me and I just glaze over but he does not care.
He just goes on and on and on about whateverthehell until he’s good and finished.
You’re a good sport for pretending to care.
Baaah hahaha I’m pretty sure I’m guilty of this even though I’m not a teacher. I come from a family of teachers and I enjoy being a know-it-all soooooo I bet the beau is REALLY excited I’m working full time now!
I’m with Jenn. It’s hard for me to pretend I’m interested in some things. I usually interrupt boyfriend and say, “You’re boring me.”
My mother is a teacher. She shares lots of random knowledge all the time, whether or not she has kids in school.
Also, Shelties are totally cute, but I don’t know if I could deal with being herded. Lucy Belle isn’t a herder, thank goodness. How do Calvin and Theo like the Shelties?
lol Aw, that’s amazing – even with all the compulsive random facts, it must be nice having him around for the summer though.
Soon the kids will have him tired out and he’ll be thankful for your adult (albiet Pokemon attack filled) company!
I’m probably the one who’s insufferable like this, mostly because I’ll read something and be like “do you want to hear something funny?” and my honey will answer with silence, and I’ll repeat the question, then read or tell him the funny story, and I’ll be the only one who laughs, and then I’ll be like “Oh, I’m probably being horribly annoying, I’ll shut up now.”
Hilarious.
My Dad used to call my Mom Supervisor Lastname and remind her constantly that she was in charge….
….at work.
Me, well, I’m in charge everywhere. Ahem. Almost everywhere.
haha the newf reminds me of my grandfather who is an ex teacher. An ex MATH teacher. I learnt pretty early on not to ask about algebra or say that I didn’t understand something mathematical…or out come the pens, the paper and the hour long lesson (complete with diagrams).
I totally get what you’re saying! Damn teachers! I was almost one, but I came to my senses in time! Although the 20+ little people thinking I’m a genius would have been cool.
20 students with undivided attention? students who think he’s the smartest thing ever?
i want the newf’s class.
i’m lucky if they’re all sitting down at the same time.
I’m married to a history teacher and know all too well the suffering you have to endure. Do you have to watch marathons of the history and discovery channel too?
Please tell me I’m not the only one!
Buy them all earplugs.
Sometimes I go into one of those “here let me tell you what I know!” moods, but my co-workers have no tolerance for it so I try to keep it to myself. Or I tell my mom, because she’s forced to listen to me.
I love how you want to buy the kids presents! Classic!
The newf starts tomorrow?? He got an extra day?! Bloody hell!
I usually pull the, “hey what’s that over there?”
and run.
I would like to brag about being the smartest person in my classroom, but it really wouldn’t be much to brag about since we’re still working on the basics. And by the basics I don’t mean letter and numbers. I mean we are working on the concept, “I am a person and I exist in this world.” I still struggle with that concept some days…
This is one instance when back to school = glorious!
My ex was an 8th grade teacher for a while. He had quit long ago when we met but he still had the annoying habit of being right about everything and an all-knowing genius.
Although, I have been known to spew really random facts.
At least newf will have an outlet. It is SO hard to pretend to be interested in computer stuff when all you really hear are soundbites from any adult in a Charlie Brown cartoon?
My dog doesn’t have herding skills, she has squishing skills. If you are laying down she MUST lay on top of you until you turn a satisfactory shade of blue.
Try that next time the newf starts beating you with facts….
Those dogs = my dog. On walks, she paces back and forth behind my fiance and me. It drives her CRAZY when one of us stops to tie our shoe and the other one keeps going. She needs order and control. It cracks us up.
I think this applies to teacher’s children as well. My hubby does the same thing and his mom is a teacher. It must be passed down or something b/c he’s not a teacher, he’s an engineer, but he’s full of a ton of random and usually useless information. Beware!
I’m pretty good at pretending to be interested in people’s conversations. The only problem is I no longer realise I’m pretending anymore, totally switch off, then get caught out as a result!
You know that the Easter Island statues aren’t actually connected to Aztec culture right? This movie is wrong.
Well, Easter Island is near Chili and Aztec culture is in Mexico. Since I live in Latin America, let me tell you, there’s nothing more insultant to be called a Mexican when you’re not. It’s like being called an American when you’re a Canadian.
Can you ask him a question for me, because, seriously, I’ve been trying to figure this out all day since I read your post about the crazy tide mud raft thinger.
I’m pretty sure there is a bay where the tide comes in so fast you can’t outrun it. And I’m pretty sure it’s in Canada. Can he guest post and teach us about it? Please???
Yay for back to school!
“I open my eyes really wide and nod on occasion until he tires himself out”
I wish I had the energy to fake intrigued. Usually my eyes bounce all over the room; anywhere but where that person is. I’ll (poorly) attempt to cover a yawn and rub my eyes.
People should know better than to talk to me about things I’m not interested in.