Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Prestigious New Words of Oxford

Language is constantly changing. My children recently asked about Old English and if it was different than English we speak now. I said yes! In fact, it would be almost impossible to read and understand today. Of course they wanted to know how this could be if it was “still English?”

I gave the following examples: iPad. Did that word exist fifty years ago? Would someone from the past have any clue what that is? So as things change, our language changes with it. Sometimes words are not new but their meaning is added upon or changed.

But today, it was I who received a lesson in language – first from my cousin, who messaged me in shared astonishment,  then from my own research. Let me put it this way: I’m not sure whether to share with my children some of these ridiculous new words and meanings now being placed in our dictionaries, or just keep it to myself for amusement!

For example: manspreading – the term, coined by London commuters, refers to men on public transport who splay their legs wide apart and encroach on neighboring seats.

Ummm good to know! I wonder if these men can be fined for their public display of uhh, real estate?

Butt dial – when someone accidentally dials you from their pants pocket.

Waaay behind on that term! I’ve been using it for at least two years!

Cat cafe – a cafe or similar establishment where people pay to interact with cats housed on the premises.

I can’t even get upset at Oxford over this one. Seriously, people do this?! I mean I like animals as much as the next person, but to pay to pet them while eating a sandwich? I’m lost.

Fatberga very large mass of solid waste in a sewage system, consisting especially of congealed fat and personal hygiene products that have been flushed down toilets.

Because when I’m speaking to someone about such things, I want to make sure I sound educated and use the proper term.

Awesomesauce –  something so good it’s beyond awesome!

Mkay – another way to say or spell okay.

I’m officially embarrassed. This must be a joke!

Hangry – anger when one is hungry.

Yep. I’m embarrassed.

I’ve got a few ideas! How about kangry? When one is angry because of their kids? Or tangry? Anger over towels not being hung after use. Nkay? No, it’s NOT okay! Oxfappointment – disappointment over Oxford additions.

Or Stupidspreading – the widespread spreading of stupid “words” until they become dictionary worthy.

I’m submitting my suggestions to Oxford immediately. Be on the lookout for these genius additions next year!

A Good Day

Who says moms don’t get paid? Well this one just did! I must have been extra amazing today (I am making fries for dinner…).

So my daughter presented me with five hundred dollars. She said “Instead of a bunch of words, it just says MOM. And instead of a president, it has your face in the middle.”

Go me!


A Walk and a Little Extra

I apologize for the last, blank post by this same title.  Stupid technology.  ANYWAY, we’ll try again 🙂

This is not the most exciting story ever told, but I thought it neat and wanted to share.

After I had put littlest baby to sleep for a nap, I got the next two above her ready for a walk and into the double jogger.  As I was on my way out, my daughter asked if she could come along.

“I’m walking hard and fast and for an hour.  Are you sure you want to come?”

“I’ll keep up!”  she promised, and grabbed her flip flops and sparkly dog purse.  I laughed and told her she wouldn’t be needing her purse, as we wouldn’t be shopping while on our walk.  But she insisted that “Sparkle” come too, so we set off.

She proved to be very good company, chattering away the whole time.

After awhile, we passed a garage sale.  I said, “I guess I was wrong!  Looks like you might have use for money on a walk.”  We kept on, talking about the tents they had for sale and when would we go camping again.  A few blocks later… another garage sale!  This display was a little less impressive than the last, but as we walked past, I spotted a Easy Bake kid oven.  I have always wanted to get one for her, and I always wanted one as a kid, too.  So I asked the lady to hold onto it for us and we would come back after our walk to pick it up.

Our walk continued.  It was high sun and pretty hot, and my daughter told me how she wished she could pour her water bottle on her head to cool off.  But then she would be thirsty…  A block later, we came upon a man hosing down his boat.

“I wonder if he would spray me?”  she whispered with a giggle.  I told her to ask!  And so we asked him.  As soon as he was certain she was serious, he sprayed her feet gently and let her put her hands and face in as well.

We made it back home, grabbed $5, jumped into the air conditioned car and went back for the baker 🙂

Yana easy bake

“Are all Your Children from the Same Father?” and Other Stupid Questions!

From this morning’s show. It was a pleasure talking with Rene today!

Heaven Sent...and...Bent


Laura Young has a gaiety to her voice that you wouldn’t expect from a mother of seven children. Yes, I don’t stutter, I said SEVEN! The oldest is fourteen so you do the math! What is even more remarkable though is that two of those kiddos have been diagnosed with Autism.

Laura continued working off and on after her little guy was born. She recorded normal progression until he was about eighteen months. It was then that a day care provider hinted that he might have Autism. This story is repeated a gazillion times in the Autism world. The denial, disbelief, fear, disappointment and finally the call to action. Laura already had baby number two when all of the testing and the evaluations were complete.

It was a challenge that Laura and her husband were willing to take on, conquer, accept and live with. He was their bright light and…

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It’s Mine…

furry logic

I came across this book today and opened to a great page.  If you have more than one child, you will know this to be true.  If you have one child and that one child has at least one friend, you will know this to be true.  If you have no children and can either remember your own childhood or have been around more than one child at a time – yep, you will know this is true also.

Children’s Property Laws

  1. If I like it, it’s mine.
  2. If I can take it from you, it’s mine.
  3. If I had it a little while ago, It’s mine.
  4. If it is mine, it must never appear to be yours at any time.
  5. If it looks like mine, it’s mine.
  6. If it’s yours and I steal it, it’s mine.
  7. If I think it’s mine, it’s mine.
  8. If it’s broken, it’s yours.

Jane Seabrook – Furry Logic

Repurposed and Reused

And the chaos, I mean creativity, continues!

After what I was told was actually a sock party and not an attempt to drive me crazy, the kids have only increased their efforts to find outlets for their over abundance of free time.

Today, my daughter decided that the freshly cleaned cloth diaper covers would make great masks. She’s currently masking her defenseless younger brothers…


The Kids Are Out to Get Me (again)

I was all set to write a cute little post on my raw food blog about my kids getting creative in the kitchen. But I went to put the one year old down for a nap and discovered the upstairs.

I’ve been limiting the number of times I go up in a day so as to decrease the number of unnecessary panic attacks due to kid disasters. So when I came up to deposit one child in bed… first I went through the playroom…


Then into the little boys’ room…


Socks hung in the blinds? Are you kidding me?? The very same socks I washed and paired and asked them to carry to their drawers??? Why? This cannot be explained as anything other than a cooperative group effort to do me and my nerves in!

Name Calling Done Right

Ahh, mornings. There’s nothing quite like the sounds of children screaming and fighting, tattling, slamming doors and dumping every (and I do mean EVERY) box of toys early in the morning. It’s like a switch turns on in their brains with the rising of the sun each day.

This morning, my 7 year old daughter came down to tattle, of course. They actually mean “good morning,” it just comes out a little jumbled.

“Christian called Jacob an Australian pithecus!” she yelled.

Now, as my dear cousin pointed out, if you’re going to call someone a name, you might as well do it right and go for some heinous looking, ancient monkey.  After all, where’s the imagination in calling someone a butthead?



Do you know what this is a picture of?  If you’re going to say “Transformer,” you’re wrong.

You see, I’ve recently been educated.  It was against my will, but it happened anyway.

My second son gave me his birthday money so that I could buy this thing for him on Amazon.  So after taking a look at it before purchasing, he said, “I know all the names of the Transformers.  Do you want me to tell them to you?”

“No,” I replied.

“Why not?”  he asked.  Oh, what could it hurt?  Not like there was going to be a test after.  So I consented.


During the first few minutes, I felt my eyes glaze over.

A few more minutes passed and I realized he was STILL RECITING NAMES.  Then I actually became impressed! He knew all the Decepticons, Dinobots, Insecticons, Predicons, Autobots, Primes, Technobots, and Constructocons. WOW!  I’m impressed I actually remembered all of that!  Of course, I don’t recall the names of the characters under each category.

* In case you’re curious, the above image is Galvatron, a Decepticon from the Voyager Class.  DEAR LORD!  Each category has classes too!!  Someone had an overactive imagination!