April 13, 2006

A Pig By Any Other Name

We went to breakfast today with VW and her boys as well as the sweet and very bright 16 year old German girl that is staying with VW this month. VW lived in Germany for awhile, for her paying job before she became a Mom, and while there, she met this girl’s folks.

This young woman speaks 5 languages. English is supposed to be her 3rd best language, 2nd only to her native language and French. I can’t imagine her English is second to anything. She has a phenomenal grasp.

Anyway, so we were sitting at breakfast with 6 boys (my three plus my nephew and her two) and VW looked at me over her menu and said, “How do you say ‘ham’ in French?”

I sat there for a minute, KNOWING I knew the answer, but it was a classic case of ‘tip of your tongue’. It seems she was trying to explain the difference between bacon and ham to her young guest.

So… drawing a blank, I did what I always do and called… my Mom and Dad! Oh yes. I do this all the time. My kids are talking in the car and ask me some obscure question? I call my Mom and Dad from my cell. All the time.

Mom answered and she jumped on a German English dictionary site on the internet and she said, “OK, what do you want? Boiled ham? Chopped ham? Smoked ham shoulder?...”

We went with boiled and she spelled it for me as I wrote it for our young German friend to read, to which she understood the difference between bacon and ham.

I’m telling you, no less than 10 minutes passed when I looked at VW and said, “jambon! Ham in French is jambon!”

Now folks, please explain to me, why is it that I have not spoken French or taken a course in it for TWENTY YEARS, and I remember that ham is frickin’ jambon, but I can’t remember where I parked my damn car after entering the mall only an hour before? Granted, I took 5 years of French, but I’ve been driving for 24 years!

WHAT… IS… UP… WITH… THAT?!!

Posted by Boudicca at April 13, 2006 09:42 PM | TrackBack
Comments

... is that where "gammon" comes in?.. a Scottish corruption?...

Posted by: Eric at April 14, 2006 06:54 AM

It certainly was fun. I still can't believe that couple complimented us. What a "ball of noise"!

Posted by: vw bug at April 14, 2006 06:56 AM

Did you try cochon hock?

Posted by: TGOO at April 14, 2006 08:38 AM

It's called being a mom, Bou...

Posted by: Raging Mom at April 14, 2006 09:54 AM

It's the same reason I can still sing several complete songs in Latin or Italian - neither of which I can actually speak. The mind.....it's a terrible thing to waste. ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at April 15, 2006 08:27 AM

I hear ya! I have so much crap in my head, I'd love to clear it out & get some of that disk space back.

Christine, ou est tu?
Dans la cuisine.
Tu veux alez voir Rendezvous a Berlin?
........

Posted by: Marie at April 15, 2006 09:35 AM

it's how one of my classmates, though he hasn't spoken portuguese since he was about 6, still randomly interjects a portuguese word for an english word, without realizing it. he's not portuguese, either. he did that to his family with 'cheese' one day last year, and they were taken aback by it.

this is the same guy who had to ask me each day what assignments he had [lots of the same classes], and what someone had said to him five minutes before.

crazy, eh?

Posted by: amelie at April 16, 2006 11:33 AM

Good design!

Posted by: Troy at July 2, 2006 02:08 AM

Good design!

Posted by: Mary at July 2, 2006 03:04 AM