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Did you call me a Hotard?!

Situation: The family riding on the downtown streetcar in New Orleans. Me, chattering away about how much I love the architecture and similar thoughts on how interesting the city is.

Jana: Hotard!

Me: What?!! Did you just call me a hotard?

Jana: What? What the heck is a hotard? I was just reading the name on the back of that bus in front of us.

Me: Oh, sorry, I thought that was another one of those words you guys make up. Like the camp language.

Jana: Oh, jeez!

So then we got to talk about what a hotard would be and how it was wrong on so many levels. Think about it. Break that baby down. ‘ho. ‘tard. Both, SO not ok.

Hey, you can’t blame me for thinking this was another one of those slang words my kids seem to know the meaning of and are always trying to explain to me. Like just the other day they spent all sorts of time explaining to me what a meep was.

Now if only I wasn’t such a hotard I might remember what they said.

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Bandals or Soots?

bandals-or-soots

I just don’t know what to make of this style.

Are these bandals or soots?

Neither really works for me. Sometimes you can get away with a combo name. Like the skort, for instance. That was big back in the seventies. That shorts/skirt combo. The new word just worked. These simply don’t cut it.

Nor does the style in my book. Seriously, did she buy these because she truly loved them or because she was a slave to fashion?

Or would that be a gladiator?

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ish

1-cupish

If you read me often you will know that my favorite suffix is ‘ish’. I add it to words where it does not usually exist because I have a philosophy that many things in life just are… well, ‘ish’.

Ish is neither here nor there. It does fall in the usual defined, orderly categories of life. Ish is when you think it might be, but maybe not. It is the perfect description for when you need to color outside the lines.

In fact, as far as I am concerned, ish should really be a stand-alone word. Well, actually Urban Dictionary has a few listings for it so I guess I am not alone in that thought.

I saw the measuring cup in the picture at the beginning of this post when I was in Urban Outfitters in Madison (a lot of Urban’s in this post, you might even call it Urbanish). I am not sure why I did not buy it, perhaps it is because I had already bought out Bed Bath and Beyond  and Target and was feeling a little lightish on cash.

So, did you like this post?

ish, maybe?

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Marina Rules

Marina-rules

We had dinner tonight at a favorite place on the water that is situated by a marina. This sign is posted just as you leave the restaurant. Danny and I were reading it and found it rather humorous. 

Disorder? Ok, that one is clear. But depredation an indecorous behavior. Seriously! Is this common boating lingo or was someone just trying to show off their vocab. Forget about their meanings, we worked pretty hard at figuring out the correct pronunciation.

For those who are curious:

depredation

Ok, this one really has that real pirate flavor to it. I love the idea of plundering right there in full view of a restaurant. And the related forms? “Hi, what do you do for a living?” “Who me? Oh, well you could call me a depredationist of sorts.”

indecorousDon’t you love the first definition? ‘Not decorous’. I hate that. Oooh, but violating generally accepted standards of good taste or propriety? Would running naked and drunk up and down the dock fall into that bucket?

It could be that Danny is in the throws of the SAT/ACT season but I find it hard to believe that some SAT-word-of-the-day show off did not write these rules.

Well, have to go. I am off to display some indecorous behavior upstairs. Enjoy the weekend!

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Blogaversary

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Believe it or not, my friends, today marks my one year blogaversary. Yes, I have been banging away here on the the keyboard for a full year, trying to make you all laugh. I look back on my first post and still consider it one of my best: Spanx, Dunkin Donuts and the fear of YouTube. I had no idea what this crazy blog would become. Oddly that first post set the tone and made me realize that my life can be funny sometimes. 

I hardly remember life before blogging. Everything seems like it should be a post. Sad, funny, poignant, disgusting, it is all blogworthy.

I think what this blog has done most for me, is made me walk the walk of its mission; to laugh, sometimes to the point of tears.

Face it, life is hard, and we all get cranky… A LOT. Those who know me well hear me kvetch on a regular basis. But this is the place I come to at the end of every day to force myself to see the humorous side of things. No matter how down I get, the idea of a big box of shut the hell up will always get a laugh out of me. Sometimes the topics are ones where you would never find humor, like aging parents. Other times it is just the theatre of the absurd, like the Freakatorium, because that is the best place to escape.

Hey, without this blog I would never have been the Minneapolis fm107.1 Get Real Girl of the Week. A thrill no woman should be denied.

As a little gift to myself I submitted the word blogaversary to Urban Dictionary. If approved this will join my other words there: bloganoia, psuedosnarky, twitobirth, twirgin and twexpert. Yes, it is an odd hobby but someone has to do it. Why? I don’t know, but someone does.

I want to thank all of you that read me so loyally. Those I know in real life, and those I have met through this space. Social media has combined my two faves, connecting with people and technology. I was a natural for this crap.

In celebration of this event, you can stop racking your brains on what to get me (no I am not registered at Blogs ‘r Us), simply humor me and throw a comment out today. Those who read daily but stay quiet, show a little love and tell me what you like, or what you don’t like. A favorite post, a least favorite topic. Or hell, share a recipe or a story of your own. Just de-lurk and show me that you are there. Then you can go back into your little holes and read quietly again after today.

Thank you all, and I see you in the stats so I know you are there. For making me realize that there is always room for more humor in your lives.

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The Daystretcher

Stretching Time.When I was little my grandfather had all of these great little sayings that we took for granted. Now that it has been many years since he died, 20 actually, I often think of his quotes and smile at how right on he was.

My favorite of these was, ‘I think you might need a daystretcher’. A man who was never idle, even in is older years, he knew the true meaning of never having enough time in a day. It was not uncommon to stop by his house and find him on a ladder cleaning the gutters… in his 70s!

I shared ‘daystretcher’ with someone today and realized how perfect it was. Thought it was a good follow up to Technojanitor.

Another favorite from Pop: “How much did you pay for that $5 shirt?”

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Urbandictionary

Oh, how I love this site. We have spent time looking things up on here and laughing many times. So I decided it was time to submit. Lo and behold my word was accepted. Gotta love it. If you could be so kind, jump over there and show me some love with a thumbs up. For those who were not familiar with my made up word posts you can read Vol. 1 here and Vol. 2 here.

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