My mother is full-blooded Bohemian. Yes, Bohemia was a country and is now known as the Eastern Czech Republic, or Czechoslovakia. I know how to say, “No good, dirty, rotton, son-of-a-gun,” (that’s the non-explicit version of the phrase) in Czech, and a few other choice words, but I don’t know the language. I need to learn it. I’ve felt the need to learn to speak Czech since I was a really little kid, and now I think I’m finally in a position to learn it. It’s quite the language! Falling officially in the “Slavik” class of languages, it has a lot of Germanic language mixed in with it and is a hybrid of sorts, which makes sense if you look at the history of Czechoslovakia. I’m quite excited to learn this wonderful language and hopefully find out more about my family history as I do so. I would like to find out what area of the “Old Country” they were from, but that may be difficult because they hardly ever talked about the “Old Country”, and only in whispers and sharp, clipped tones when they did. Anyway, it won’t hurt to learn it. There’s a reason I’ve wanted to learn it all my life, and I’m sure I’ll find out why someday!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
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