I got this idea from Nytro about how weird our language is. First of all, half the words in English are pronounced entirely different than the way it's spelled. If English weren't my first language, I'd probably try to learn how to write with my feet before trying to learn English.
So, I've been some places in my life, lived in some different countries, heard some variations of the English language. It's a wonder I can even speak at all considering the confusion I went through as a child. While living in Oman I attended a British school, the American school had yet to be built. So I hung out with Brits and guess what happened???? I HAD A BRITISH ACCENT UNTIL I WAS 10. Then my dear friends, THEN, we moved to Oklahoma where it was pointed out to me daily that I said mummy instead of mommy. This came as an utter shock to me because according to the Brits, I had an American accent. They made fun of the way I said tomato and potatoe. According to them it should be said po-TAH-to and to-MAH-to. Weirdos.
So, while in Oklahoma I had to adjust, and slowly developed a small southern drawl. Just as my poor brain got used to that particular type of dialect, we moved to South America. Luckily they didn't speak English down there, and this time I would have a legitimate excuse as to why my Spanish speaking had an accent. But even still, the few Americans who lived there still made fun of the fact that I had an "Oklahoma" accent. Geez people! Leave me alone!
After South America, it was back to Oklahoma. But my sister moved to Utah to go to college where she constantly pointed out the fact that I had an Okie accent. Not helping my problem, I too moved to Utah to go to college. Luckily I befriended some people from South Carolina who's accents were WAY stronger than mine. "Howdy y'all!" And once again, I didn't help my problem by transfering to Texas. No, the people down yonder didn't notice an accent, but they sure did help increase it. Oh the torture from my family! Let me just defend the southerners for a moment and proclaim that it is MUCH easier to say "y'all" than "you all" or "you guys."
So right now I have no idea if I have an accent or not. Living in Utah, I really hope I don't have a Utah accent. For example:
Words such as fork, corn, ward, born are pronounced like you would say "are" (fark, carn, ward, barn).
The word mountain is used quite often, the pronounciation on the other hand is more like "MOU-in" excluding the N and T. My sister has a friend named Linton (Utah names is a whole other post). Most people here pronouce this name Lih-in.
In Oklahoma people say crayon like crown, they call hills mountains and they pronouce the word zion, ZI-ohn instead of zion like lion.
Texas people, don't even get me started. They also mis-pronounce zion, say "fixin' to," and also "smell of it," NO PEOPLE, you don't smell OF something, you smell something.
So, as you can see, I'm totally screwed up when it comes to pronoucing things, or using the correct grammer. I still get confused when I have to spell colour and aeroplane.
** Update on my co-worker from hell. Apparently God made her perfect and forgot to tell the rest of us that Jesus wasn't the only perfect person to exist on this planet. We're celebrating August birthdays on Friday, and hers happens to be one of them. She refused to agree on a cake with anyone, so we had to order EXACTLY what she wanted or she didn't want to celebrate her birthday. It's called compromise you spoiled piece of crap!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
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Hi Lori! It's Lesley! I love you and your sister's blogs. While I am in New York, supposed to be looking for a job, you have me hating your coworkers, haha! But please, allow me to post some facts here...it's still mummy, not mommy :) Do you still say "laygs" instead of "legs"? That one was my favorite when we were growing up! And because of you two, I had an American accent!
Can't wait to see you in Miami in October! I am so excited that you guys are coming! Much love, Lesley
xxxx
P.S. good luck finding your house!
Leslie! I'm honored you read my blog, you being the all-talented writer that you are. I'm so excited to see you in October, congratulations on your engagement. And I don't think I say "laygs" but it's always hard to hear the way you say things until other people point them out!
i just keep thinking of the bob marley song "iron lion zion" . . .
i've completely given up trying to say, "i checked this out from the library" because everytime i try it usually comes out "i rented this from the library"
i think i prefer saying "rent" than agonizing over which word is about to come out of my mouth.
but, my sister, now don't get me started . . . she lived in london for about 8 months and now she called the trash can a "bin" and expects people to know what the hell she's talking about. that's cool that she acclamated to london when she was living there, but i think it is sort of rude not to re-acclamate when you move back so you don't sound like a snob.
"can you hand me my jumper?" i immediately picture those jean jumpers my mother wears (very conservative, homeschool-like) but what she really means is her sweater.
geesh.
Loo always says she's "having a toast." Which to me is raising your glass and trying to embarass someone.
Or she's "doing the wash." Which, of course, was Chubby Checker's lesser known hit. Or laundry to Loo.
There ain't nothin' wrong with saying lay-gs! and there ain't nothin' wrong with saying Eigh-yate (8).
when I moved to Utah, (from Okelah-hoema) I had to change the way I said my name from Mainedee to "mandy" like candy or sandy or freakin' dandy! All prim and prop-er. (you have to say "prop-er" like a valley girl).
(and now your co-workers are wondering why you're talking to yourselves! say it under your breath, not out loud!)
btw, I REALLY want to read your post about Utah names...I have a few things to say about them too!
my sister always says "i'm having a shower"
which i guess makes more sense than "taking a shower" because you really don't "take" them anywhere.
I'm from South Dakoootaaah, and live in Minneeesoootaaah, so I know all about wierd accents. Ours being a bastardization of a Canadian accent. I actually thought I didn't have an accent until my uncle from Cali pointed out that Midwesterners overpronounce their vowels and call bags sacks and call soda pop (unless you're from Wisconsin). Now I'm obsessed with developing the perfect and obnoxious Minnesota accent.
I would just like to say that Linton is his last name. His first name is Trent, so it really isn't a good example of Utah names. My in-laws have GREAT examples of Utah names though!
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