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Saturday, June 13, 2009

For lack of sufficient caffeine



Today's vocabulary lesson: (Found on a now-defunct blog)

TESTICULATING. Waving your arms around and talking Bollocks.

BLAMESTORMING. Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was
missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.

SEAGULL MANAGER. A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on
everything, and then leaves.

ASSMOSIS. The process by which people seem to absorb success and advancement
by sucking up to the boss rather than working hard.

SALMON DAY. The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only
to get screwed and die.

CUBE FARM. An office filled with cubicles.

PRAIRIE DOGGING. When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube
farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see that's going on.
(This also applies to applause for a promotion because there may be cake.)

SITCOMs. Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What yuppies turn
into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with
the kids or start a "home business".

SINBAD. single working girls. Single income, no boyfriend and desperate.

PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE. The fine art of whacking the crap out of an
electronic device to get it to work again.

ADMINISPHERE. The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the
rank and file. Decisions that fall from the "adminisphere" are often
profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to
solve. This is often affiliated with the dreaded "administrivia" - needless
paperwork and processes.

404. Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404 Not
Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located.

OHNOSECOND. That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've
just made a BIG mistake (e.g. you've hit 'reply all')

GOING FOR A McSHIT. Entering a fast food restaurant with no intention of
buying food, you're just going to the bog. If challenged by a pimply staff
member, your declaration to them that you'll buy their food afterwards is known as a
McShit with Lies.

AEROPLANE BLONDE. One who has bleached/dyed her hair but still has a 'black
box'.

AUSSIE KISS. Similar to a French Kiss, but given down under.

BEER COAT. The invisible but warm coat worn when walking home after a booze
cruise at 3am.

BEER COMPASS. The invisible device that ensures your safe arrival home after
booze cruise, even though you're too drunk to remember where you live, how
you got here, and where you've come from.

BREAKING THE SEAL. Your first pee in the pub, usually after 2 hours of
drinking. After breaking the seal of your bladder, repeat visits to the
toilet will be required every 10 or 15 minutes for the rest of the night.

GREYHOUND. A very short skirt, only an inch from the hare.

JOHNNY-NO-STARS. A young man of substandard intelligence, the typical
adolescent who works in a burger restaurant. The 'no-stars' comes from the
badges displaying stars that staff at fast-food restaurants often wear to
show their level of training.

MILLENNIUM DOMES. The contents of a Wonderbra, i.e. extremely impressive
when viewed from the outside, but there's actually naught in there worth
seeing.

MONKEY BATH. A bath so hot, that when lowering yourself in, you go:
"Oo!Oo!Oo! Aa!Aa!Aa!".

MYSTERY BUS. The bus that arrives at the pub on Friday night while you're in
the toilet after your 10th pint, and whisks away all the unattractive people
so the pub is suddenly packed with stunners when you come back in.

MYSTERY TAXI. The taxi that arrives at your place on Saturday morning before
you wake up, whisks away the stunner you slept with, and leaves a 10-Pinter
in your bed instead.

NELSON MANDELA. Rhyming Slang for 'Stella' (the lager)

PICASSO BUM. A woman whose knickers are too small for her, so she looks like
she's got four buttocks

SWAMP-DONKEY A deeply unattractive woman

TART FUEL. Bottled premixed spirits, regularly consumed by young women




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Thursday, November 29, 2007

A new one for the allergist



My youngest always manages to get more food in her hair than in her mouth. Today was no exception, and she wore my homemade pizza (yum, by the way) like hair-dye frost. Time for a bath!

Unfortunately, all my kids hate having their hair washed. My 6-year-old son can be heard three counties over screaming, "My eyes! No, no! My eyes!" as I use the tearless baby shampoo on him. Bath times are a real treat for us all.

Today it was Miss Diva's turn for the torture chamber, a.k.a. bathtub. She's usually the best of them with handling the excruciating torment of having buckets of water dumped all over her. She grabbed the washcloth, covered the entire front half of her head and bravely said, "Ok, mom, I'm ready!" She took it like a trooper.

As I was rinsing her hair she tensed up and grabbed the outer edge of the tub, flooding the bathroom floor in the process. (Not that this is a new thing. I'm quite used to having to shop-vac and/or use 50 towels to mop 6 inches of water off the floor on any given evening. But still, why must they do that?!)

In response to her imitation of a tsunami I asked her, "What, are you allergic to water now?" She immediately answered, "Yes! And soap, too!"

Half under my breath I muttered, "I hope you don't expect to get a lot of dates when you're older."

My mini diva turned to me and smiled, "I'm allergic to dates, too!"

Atta girl!


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Saturday, November 10, 2007

So far this morning....



My 6-year-old has somehow gotten orange juice up his nose. It's apparently quite painful.

My 4-year old has used her Barbie cellphone to call the "pretend police" to notify them of my decision to make Cream o' Wheat for breakfast. She stated, "It's not wego (legal) to feed kids that stuff!" No, I don't have any idea where she gets it from.

After feeding said Cream o' Wheat to my 4-year-old, she states: "See, Zach? I told you it was good!"

My 6-year-old testified that it was his favorite. After finishing half his bowl, however, "MOM! This stuff tastes even worse than it smells!"

Right now the discussion is centered around which will occur in a hundred years: Death or grandparenthood. I'm thinking I need to limit their TV a tad more...


Oh... and I got my first grey hair. Lucky for me, my hair's too blonde to really see it. I'm gettin' OLD.