Eleven for Jen
A few months ago my friend Jen sent me an email about the origins of the term (and blog name), Eleven. I'm sure at one point I explained it, but I have no idea where or when. So here's another explanation.
My Grandpa used to use the term, "forty-eleven" to exaggeratedly (it's a word) describe a number either too large to be serious or on-purpose, too silly to be defined. At some point I shortened the word to, "eleven" and started using it myself in place of any number or answer I either didn't know the answer to or by just trying to be funny. It stuck and became known as my thing. It's funny after all these years I can still get people to believe me when I use it.
When I started blogging it only seemed right to name my blog, ELEVEN. And there's the story.
My Grandpa used to use the term, "forty-eleven" to exaggeratedly (it's a word) describe a number either too large to be serious or on-purpose, too silly to be defined. At some point I shortened the word to, "eleven" and started using it myself in place of any number or answer I either didn't know the answer to or by just trying to be funny. It stuck and became known as my thing. It's funny after all these years I can still get people to believe me when I use it.
When I started blogging it only seemed right to name my blog, ELEVEN. And there's the story.
posted by Sam at 8:43 PM
3 Comments:
LOVE the story Sam. thanks for sharing :)
and i think i emailed you forty-eleven months ago. i think.
Forty-eleven was Dad's answer whenever you would ask him how many of something he wanted. How many hot dogs do you want? Forty-eleven. How many people coming for Thanksgiving? Forty-eleven.
What would you like for supper? Food.
And of course, in response to any color type question: sky blue pink.
Probably more I can't remember, or won't repeat.
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