Wednesday, June 23, 2010

House-keeping Items

Have you ever walked into a room where everyone else was speaking another language but you? And when that room erupts into laughter, you wonder:

Are they talking about me?

Does someones breath smell?

Do they think my breath smells?

Does my breath smell?

Does anyone have some gum? Or a dinner mint?

If I start laughing along too, will they know I don't know what they're talking about and laugh harder at the irony that I'm laughing about my own *potentially* stinky breath and then when I laugh harder they all stop and just stare at me as I quietly back out into the carport?

I'll even take a teaspoon of Cinnamon at this point? Anyone?

See what I'm getting at? Speaking in a language that isolates others isn't ideal. So when there are comments posted to this blog in languages that I don't know, I get a little ..... anxious.

How could they possibly smell my breath? This is a flippin' computer!!!

So, since this is my blog and I'm the boss, we're speaking in English. That's just how it's going to be. I refuse to be isolated in my own blog. Please feel free to leave messages in English. However, messages in other languages will be deleted. I've felt the need to make this policy because of the volume of comments that are being posted in languages that I don't know. Some of you might argue that 3 comments does not a "volume" make, but I care about each little bit of my itty-bitty blog and this is how I'm going to take care of it. Because I'm nothing but responsible. And paranoid.

That is all.

Goodnight and good luck.

*For the record: I don't have a breath/stink problem, I merely used this purely hypothetical situation that would apply to many, if not most people, at some point in their lives to illustrate my angst. Not that having stinky breath is bad. It's not. And I'm sure Cinnamon does help. I mean, why wouldn't it. But I have no real facts or data to back that up. Because why would I, since I don't have a stinky breath problem.


  1. I understand that feeling. I feel it every time I get a pedicure.

  2. Hola, mi amiga. Me gusta su zapatos.

  3. Lynette - I so hear you!
    Alisa - touche my friend (your shoes also rule).
    Paige - Bonjour mon petite choux! Je t'aime et envoye my beses!

    To the asian commenter - you've been deleted. See above policy rules.
    I am so fickle.

  4. i promise, only english, from now one. i swear. p.s. you can copy and paste what people comment into google translator to see if they really are talking about your breath :)

  5. Lol, this is one of the funniest posts I've read in forever. I completely get that paranoid, uncomfortable feeling.

    Cute blog, I'll definitely be back :)

  6. My husband spoke to his cousin in German on the phone during our first date. I should have ended it there but he was just so darn cute.