The Bearded Iris

A Recalcitrant Wife and Mother Tells All

Me so horny…

Last night my 11 year old son pulled me aside and asked: “Mom? What does ‘horny’ mean?”

Oh Lord. Here we go.

First I had to give myself the Heimlich with the back of a kitchen chair to dislodge the partially masticated Cheez-Its from my windpipe. Note to self: teach the kids basic life saving skills so they don’t have to watch me choke to death someday. As if my general parenting skills aren’t scarring enough.

As soon as I started to breathe normally again, Nature Boy and I sat down for a little mother-son sex pow wow. Wait, that sounds wrong and grossly Oedipal. It wasn’t. I swear. What I mean is: we talked. About sex.

It wasn’t the first time. God only knows why, but he always seems to come to ME for these little talks instead of his big strapping virile Daddy. I think he enjoys the entertainment value of watching me choke and stutter and blurt out words like penis and vagina and multiple clitoral orgasm. Oh stop it, I’m just kidding on that last one. For now.

But anyhoooo, just to make sure he wasn’t referring to horny toads and their reptilian relatives,  I decided to ask him for a little context. “Can you use it in a sentence for me please?”

“Oh, sure. The boys in my class are always saying things like ‘Taylor’s feeling hooooor-ny!’ or ‘Me so horny.'”

Okay. In context. Got it. This isn’t like when he heard the word “gay” on the school bus and thought it meant happy like in the Flintstone’s theme song. Nope. He knew this was dirty and he wanted more info. And God damn it, how many times do I have to tell him to not start a sentence with a prepositional object?

Fine. If it is to be, it’s up to me, I guess. Besides, I did NOT want him to get wrong information from someone else and end up using the word inappropriately. Knowledge is power! So I told him everything he wanted to know. And it was fine. No big whoop. I’m a little miffed that his innocence is gradually being stripped away by kids who are clearly more hormonal and/or ignorant than he is, but I’m glad he’s comfortable enough to ask me things.

I was even younger than Nature Boy is when my Dad, a single father with weekend visitation, took me to see Grease in the theaters with one of his dates back in 1978. Poor guy… he only had us on the weekends, he loved movies, and he was dating. Can’t fault the man for trying to kill three birds with one stone. (Except for those times he took me to see Jaws, Alien, and Blazing Saddles… all before I was 10 years old… probably explains a lot about me, doesn’t it?)

So yeah, back to Grease… after the movie, I remember very clearly asking him: “Dad – what does ‘chicks are gonna cream’ mean?” And he told me: “It means they are excited.” So naturally, wanting to be as cool as Danny and the T-Birds, I started saying things like “Wow – that’s SO cool; I’m gonna cream!” and let me just assure you, my third grade teacher didn’t like that kind of talk at all. Thanks Dad.

Speaking of which… that reminds me of another film classic my dear old Dad took me to see when I was 10 years old: Coal Miner’s Daughter. God, I love that movie. Coincidentally, Loretta Lynn also was confused about the proper usage of the word ‘horny.’ Seriously, if you have an extra two minutes, you have got to see this scene… it is truly one of my favorites. Just fast forward to 09:40… watch it for two minutes and come right back.

Honest to Pete, is she just as cute as a button or what? It’s no wonder Sissy Spacek won the Academy Award for Best Actress that year.

Shoot we been driving so much, I don’t even know where I am half the time. Oh it’s fun though, you know, we sing, and talk, and Do…that’s my husband, he gets to acting horny. And the more I laugh, the hornier he gets! And he’ll say: ‘Lorettie, spread me up one of them baloney sandwiches!’

Cracks me up, every time! But really, with vocabulary lessons like that, it is a wonder I even graduated from middle school. And it definitely explains my penchant for fried baloney sandwiches.

My point? If my kids are gonna talk dirty, they better get it right. And in case you don’t know, it’s “I’m so horny,” not “Me so horny.”

Sincerely and grammatically yours,

-Iris

© Copyright 2011, The Bearded Iris.

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4 comments on “Me so horny…

  1. reneemason
    March 3, 2011

    Tooo funny; My son is now 17, but I was also the parent on the receiving end of ‘the birthing babies’ questions. Did your fried baloney sandwiches comes with Miracle Whip and white Wonder bread like mine did?

    • The Bearded Iris
      March 3, 2011

      Definitely Wonder bread! Not sure about the Miracle Whip… I’m from Pittsburgh PA and I think it is a law there to put Heinz Ketchup on everything. I also remember melted American cheese on my fried baloney “sammiches.” Delish! Might have to whip some up for dinner tomorrow. Thanks!

  2. MikeP
    March 4, 2011

    Too good.

    I’ll let KC tell you the story of how she was propositioned by a seven year old in the back of her car (he has a track record). And maybe I’ll tell you the story of the Irish school kid and how he demonstrated the use of the word “contagious” in the context of a sentence. It’s filthy.

    In the meantime, did you know that the Heimlich manoeuvre has no basis in medical fact, Heimlich is apparently a huxter who has manipulated his way into the mass medical consciousness and that his family are estranged from him because of this? Choke on that, world.

  3. GypsyFox
    March 12, 2011

    you have me cracking up over here!!! seriously, funny stuff

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