Guilt Trip – Mark ll

Strictly speakin’, this isnae actually a new post ‘cos it’s the wan ah posted yisturday!  Guilt Trip

Bu’ a few folk huv commented oan ma video readins an’ ah think that they aw think that that’s the wiy ah talk aw the time. An’ it’s no’.

So, ahm offerin’ an alternative here fur yer delights. If ye kin make oot wit ahm sayin’ then good fur you! You’re a linguist ae soarts.

Translation:_

Strictly speaking, this isn’t actually a new post because it is yesterday’s post!

But, a few people have commented on my video readings and I think that they all think that that’s the way I speak all the time! But it’s not.

So, I’m offering an alternative here for your delights. If you can make out what I’m saying then good for you! You’re a linguist of sorts.

Guilt Trip Mark ll

 

47 thoughts on “Guilt Trip – Mark ll”

  1. Ah sweet success! It must be attributed to all the Scottish historical romances I’ve read cos ah understood it and ah luvved it. Seriously, I kind of hide my book collection because I look obsessed/am obsessed. If I could just get the husband to learn the accent – oh the sex we would have. HA!

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    1. Aw, that’s a wee shame. Not a linguist then? Reinventionofmama swears by Scottish historical romances to help with enlightenment. 🙂
      Glad you enjoyed it nevertheless. Just as well I posted the words yesterday then.;)x

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  3. Of course I can understand you. 20 Hail Mary’s and see your Priest about your wee bastard voice, Lassie. 😉

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    1. By the gods! Another linguist. I’m so impressed. I could barely make myself oot! My penance is done. It takes hours to do those awards! But it was fun to do it a wee bit differently. And that wee voice is a bastard but I think it belangs tae me! No’ much ah kin dae aboot that. Wee shite that it is, ay tryin’ tae spoil aw ma fun! 🙂 x

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      1. Not really a linguist. An insurance adjuster with improv training, haha.

        I;’d not be good at my job if I couldn’t understand whoever I was talking to.

        That, and for a Californian, I can fool other silly Californians into thinking I’m English, Scottish or Irish as the case may be.;)

        Me kids are Caskey O’ Clan Caskey on the Mother’s Side.

        Me own name is English and there’s some Scots in me as well.

        A right proper muddle, you see.

        Up the Arsenal!

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      2. Ahh, so an impersonator! I like doing that myself with accents. Especially in the classroom. Really boggles the kids and gives them a laugh.
        A right muddle indeed. But aren’t we all?
        And up the something! Not football though. Hate football. :)x

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      3. And yes, it takes a while for the awards… Haha. Just got nominated for the same one in a week, and putting it off a bit….

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      5. Some people are pretty sure I have one. But I typically reserve it for bashing racists, and hate speech types. 😉

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  4. Ok, I was able to read your first part, although at first I thought you were a bit tipsy when you wrote it. I did take a trip over to your video, and I thought I would get a better idea of who I am conversing with on these late nights, for me, wee hours of the morning for you (did you know that between the hours of 3 and 4 in the morning are considered the Devil’s hour. Just sayin…that is when you are usually writing me, and are most witty.). Instead, I see what appears to be a face, due to the outline of the hair, but from there, any ones guess. You could be one of the Black Eyed People for all I know. Considering the hours you keep, hmmmm….
    Anyway, I got it, does that mean I am destined to live in Scotland? Wizard says NO, in his very French Bichon arrogant tone. Twerp! I am taking him out. Today was grocery, and even though I got to ride in an old lady cart, I was in pain when I got home. Plus didn’t get good sleep last night, so I was just let me get this done so I can die, mode.
    Peace

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    1. I think if you could understand it then fate is conspiring that we two should get together and share a few drams. We can curse the pain you’re in and numb it with, vodka your tipple (?) and a wee hauf for me.
      It sounds like a total bitch, Rene. I hate pain. Who doesn’t right enough? Though I’ve heard of these strange people called masochists. But I think they cheat and only have pain when they feel like it.
      I crashed early last night so no 3-4 a.m. chats. I think my three hour sleep of the night/day before caught up with me.
      Feel like a new wummin this morning!
      Big hugs, missus. And that doesn’t mean you’re married. It’s just what we say here. I even say it to wee ones. ‘What are you up to, missus?’ Like that. Got to know this stuff, Rene, if you’re going to reside in the land of rugged beauty and inarticulate language! 🙂 x

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      1. Man, I am scared of living there. What if I pick the wrong soccer (football, so friggin’ confusing to me) team, and then of the wrong side of town? Thank Shaun for that education.
        So, I guess if I call you ‘man’ or ‘dude’ it is sort of the same thing. I know you are not a man, I think, so we are all good. LOL
        Yeah, I can see the first time I go to the grocer, and end up just standing at the register trying to translate what was just said, and then trying to figure out the currency. Can I just use a credit card for everything, therefore MasterCard or Visa can figure out the exchange rate?
        Taking time for all the animals today. Trimming nails, cleaning ears, brushing, etc. Wizard is so not happy.
        I will have to write about my severe anxiety attack last night. Crazy making!

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      2. Don’t worry. Nobody really knows what anyone else is saying anyway – we all talk at the one time. Just sounds like gibberish. So if you can speak gibber you’re sorted.
        What a glorious job that sounds like, hairdresser and manicurist to ingrates. I leave that to my minions here! 🙂 Are you ok? Was it a bad one?x

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      3. It kept me up for the rest of the night, and I think in total I got about 3 hours sleep. I tried to sleep after feeding the crew, no go. It just really scared me. But in the end, I did learn that I can just ignore the extreme feeling to get up and check…
        As soon as I brush out the dog, and brush his teeth (his toy is complaining about his breath), I will write about it.
        Did you see my post on the animal keychains? Please look at it and sign the petition. I cannot believe some of the things which humans do to animals. Probably why I don’t claim the human species as my own. I think I am an alien. I am going to contact Scully and Mulder (or as my nephew used to say when he was cute: Scudy and Muller), they know the truth.

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      4. I’ve heard it’s out there. Somewhere. I’ll go check on that just now. I can’t believe some of the things humans do. Period. It’s we strange ones who are normal, don’t ye know?! :)x

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      5. Seriously. Then we are called weird, and all we can do is roll our eyes (all Marty Feldman like). I will post a picture if you don’t remember what he looks like.

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    1. Ah wunner how come. Zat ‘cos you’re a linguist or huv ye goat some Scots blood gaun on there, ah wunner. Ah’m guessin’ it’s the last yin. Tho’ furr aw ah know ye’re mibbe fluent in aw sortsa accents. Good oan ye an’ ta furr listenin’! Ye’re a pal. No’ many folk waant tae listen tae some auld wummin’ talkin’ shite at strange oors ae the mornin’! Cannae figure that yin oot masel’. Mibbe they jist went, ‘She’ s steamin’!’ An’ left it at that. But ah wisnae. That’s just Rene goat a bad opinion ae me. Dunno how come that is. Anywae, ta again! :)x

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      8. That’s easy.
        Scots like to kid folk on that the haggis is an animal, like a wee black, balloon shaped craitur with wings. So flying spaceship haggis with bagpipes to power it. see? Easy peasy. :)x

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  6. I’m gobsmacked! You mean you don’t really sound like that? Ah well, nothing takes away from the loveliness of your voice. 🙂

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    1. Aw wummin’! Ur ye tellin’ me ye didnae unnerstaun ma accent?!
      As long as you had a laugh! All’s well. better return to received English now though, eh? ;)x

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      1. I dad unnerstaun, lass! I laughed because I used to entertain my 4th grade students using accents all the time. Whenever I gave them instructions, I would use accents so they would work at listening. It always worked. They particularly loved the Scottish, Russian and Italian ones. Got pretty good at ’em, too! 😀

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      2. Oh, goodie! *clapping hands delightedly* I do that too with my classes. I’m particularly fond of my Irish one and German! Sometimes Swedish too.
        What are we like? Do you think maybe teachers have a screw loose? All that mixing with kids going for the brain?!
        I’m so pleased you understood it. See? Everyone’s been kidding us on for years. We’re not so unintelligible after all it seems! :)x

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      3. Hah! I think it’s the delight in looking at the world through the eyes of the innocent, the ingenuity of children. They are still so authentic and honest, and are able to play in a way we lose as we get older.

        True teaching is a calling, not a job; I think that’s why we delight in it so. That and the continual aspiration to immaturity!

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