Another thing I can do just because I want is to eat cookies for breakfast. These are pumpkin oatmeal which is really a vegetable plus a whole grain therefor I will have 5.
I am working on an essay about my host family which is taking a while. In the mean time I didn't want you to say that I am a non blogging blog braggart so I am writing this half assed post this morning.
My mother sometimes gets slang wrong. Which would be normal if it was slang from my generation, but Basketball Jones came out in 1974, 6 years before I was born. So when she leaned over the kitchen counter last night to say that she's been cooking all day because she "just had a cooking jonesy" I tried my best not to laugh and correct her. I've corrected her before, many times. Explained that she could say she has a jones or that she is jonesing but not jonesy. Not jonesy at all. She doesn't believe me or she doesn't care. It's odd that she'll ask how to say other things, ask when to use affect vs. effect but she won't believe me on jonesy and she won't believe me on measure. My mom pronounces this word like mayzure. At first I'd say "mom it isn't your playzure to mayzure your trayzure." This elicited a cold quiet stare. I'd gulp "Get it mom? Those words rhyme. Or they should when you say them correctly."
Gulp.
She doesn't want to be corrected by her daughter. So I let her say "We need to mayzure those windows perfectly because if you mayzure them just a bit wrong the shades won't fit." and "I've got a pad thai jonesy." And I smile at it and am glad that she doesn't say we should go out for some Eyetalian food.
Cheesy movie update:
Baby is still gone, gone till Saturday. Last night I watched 4 weddings and a Funeral. Hugh Grant spent the entire movie looking like he was going to puke on his shoes which gave me an odd anticlimactic feeling when he never did. Andie MacDowell (and any other Americans) seemed to be talking very slowly. I never really got why they loved each other. Andie's character was pretty rotten just sleeping around and marrying for money. And the only personality trait that Hugh's character exhibited besides nausea was tardiness (and paleness). So it was hard to root for them. But I cried lots when Gareth died and his boyfriend read that poem over his casket.
4 comments:
I feel the same way about that movie!
You are a lazy blogger, though not a braggart. I love these little gems from you. Hang in until Saturday? It's long to be gone.
Did you dress up the dogs, then?
oh yes those poor little creatures. Salsiccia had a hotdog bun with ketchup and mustard and Lois wore her underdog cape. No picture because it was too sunny out to see them. Not to fear we have a plan for our Christmas card that might involve all of us wearing reindeer sweaters!
Man alive...
Alright I will be patient.
Oh, Four Weddings and a Funeral, how I love you. I don't like a lot of the acting (though I adore Kristin Scott Thomas), and yesh, it's a romantic comedy, which I generally hate, but I am forever in love with the opening five minutes or so, when they're late for the wedding, and can only say, "Fuck!".
I like your blogs. I will read as many blogs as you post, even if it's only two. It's fun without mayzure.
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