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I saw a shirt in Goodwill the other day that made me laugh.
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Strategically placed boobies.
The blue footed kind…
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As someone who reads 3-4 books a week, these statistics completely blew my mind. But oddly enough, they also explain a lot.
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For my black thumbed friends who say they even manage to kill succulents… a beautiful solution.
My thumb is green, but even I’m tempted.
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This is pure gold.
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Who’s Pete? And why are we always calling him out…
Never mind. I’m actually here to gripe about my phone’s autocorrect.
Because in the past month, every time I type for it gets changed to fur.
Every. Single. Time.
Don’t get me wrong, predictive text rocks. And I’ve trained mine to spit out Mountcatten when it isn’t even a word.
But I don’t text about fur.
I don’t email about fur.
I don’t blog about fur.
(Which ironically, now that I want to… keeps changing to fir.)
So WTH?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten sleeps in some odd positions.
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I look, and think he must be uncomfortable… but the wee beast sleeps like that 19 hours a day so I must be mistaken.
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Have you ever tried a recipe and had your hopes for decadent dessert deliciousness dashed?
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That’s what happened when I found a recipe for caramel banana upside down cake. I painstakingly followed the directions… and while it looked and smelled wonderful?
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It was a banana topped brick. I swear I could have used it as a doorstop… or to bash in someone’s head. The husband and I took one bite a piece and heaved it in the trash.
Tres disappointing.
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But I passed this woodpile later in the day…
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And had to smile.
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Be sure to ask for an extra stabby grabby the next time you go out to eat…. and think of me.
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So you can understand what the natives are saying when you visit.
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When I first moved here I thought this was a ridiculous adjective. 43 years later? I still do.
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Never let a dubbah be responsible for the beer. No good can come from that.
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If you live in the back of beyond? Behind the puckerbrush, in bumblefuck Egypt? You live in the willywacks… and really can’t get there from heah.
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If you’ve ever visited my state and had a conversation with the locals, you might have been baffled by some of our regional expressions. You had no idea what the hell we were talking about? No worries… I’m here to help.
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We say this a lot. (But please ignore the ‘how’. It should be now.)
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Hint – “The County” is usually uttered with derision in southern Maine. Aroostook is potato country, way up by the Canadian border…. we have to pump sunlight to those people.
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This a is a very popular word in my neck of the woods. It affirms a position as well as cutting off the need for further discussion. Mainers can be a taciturn bunch.
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Personally, I don’t use this term. The word tourist and it’s synonyms… snowbirds, outta staters, Massholes ( specific to people from the Boston area ) are much more common. But these people do swarm our best areas from June to September and are extremely easy to spot.
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Like this couple we saw the other day.
Mainers. Do. Not. Wear. Bibs. When. Eating. Lobster.
Ever.
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I speak a little French, a touch of German and even less Latin… though technically I guess no one speaks Latin, we just trot it out at cocktail parties to impress people… which ironically, often has the opposite effect.
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When I was young my mother taught me a few helpful phrases in Hungarian… so if you’re ever in Budapest and need to say, Come here and kiss me? I’m your girl.
Language is a fascinating thing, but I’ve always felt sorry for people who need to learn ours…. because let’s face it, English is all over the place.
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I never thought about any of these…
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But they’re so true!
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Yup.
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English.
It’s clear as mud.
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Husband was flipping through a magazine the other day and came across this…
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I think we all know our fair share of those.
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While I adore my phone, I have a strict no tech in bed policy. That way there be monsters….
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Karen. What a bitch.
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I admit to not being familiar with that term.
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But yes, it seems every day is Blursday lately.
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Needless to say I am very familiar with that term.
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It looks like Mayor Pete might be my husband’s new boss.
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While we liked Pete during the primaries, it’s for another reason entirely that I’ll be squealing with glee if his nomination is approved.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen… (and everyone in between) his name?
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His name directly translates as father of chickens.
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And that must be celebrated.
Casual Friday at the Federal Aviation Administration could look like this in the near future:
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And that’s a beautiful thing.
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I forgot I still had some of these crazy foreign words in my files.
So keep reading… they might come in handy some day.
Zhaghzhagh (Persian)
The chattering of teeth from the cold or from rage.
I don’t have much of a temper, but the next time this happens…..
At least I’ll know what to call it.
Cavoli Riscaldati (Italian)
The result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship. Translates to “reheated cabbage.”
Oh, those Italians.
Ever the romantics….
Kaelling (Danish)
You know that woman who stands on her doorstep (or in line at the supermarket, or at the park, or in a restaurant) cursing at her children? The Danes know her, too.
I think we all know that woman.
Bakku-shan (Japanese)
Japanese slang term which describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front.
Because sometimes, you just can’t tell.
I bet we all remember this last one from Laverne and Shirley…. but I never new what it meant until now.
Schlemiel and schlimazel (Yiddish)
Someone prone to bad luck. Yiddish distinguishes between the schlemiel and schlimazel, whose fates would probably be grouped under those of the klutz in other languages. The schlemiel is the traditional maladroit, who spills his coffee; the schlimazel is the one on whom it’s spilled.
There’s a school in Reykjavik, Iceland that teaches you how to spot elves?
I did, because….
Yes, you can enroll here and start learning all there is to know about trolls, fairies, gnomes and other assorted mythical creatures.
Did you know...
The tongues of flamingos were a common delicacy at ancient Rome feasts?
Apparently Nero thought so as well.
Did you know.…
The word misteltoe derives from the Anglo-Saxon words mistel and tan?
Mistel means dung…. and tan means twig. So the next time you steal a kiss at Christmas? You’ll be doing it under a dung twig.
Can’t get much more romantic than that.
Did you know….
The band Steely Dan got it’s name from a William Bourroughs book called Naked Lunch.
Steely Dan III was a strap on dildo.
Which gives an entirely new meaning to this meme.
(Yes, all the above statements are true.
Knowledge is a wonderful thing!)
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