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Friday, June 5, 2015

Old Words & Phrases ~ Cats ~ Stuffed Baked Potato ~ The Pendletones


Good 46º clear and sunny morning.


Yesterday was  a beauty. 71º with a great breeze and warmed to 77º. Clear as a bell. I got my apple tree pruned of the dead branches, the back patio cleaned off, some weeds pulled, and I ran '5 Miles' to the trash can.
I spent some time printing out maps of the Keck Medical Center of USC where Kristen will have her surgery on June 12th. Then scouted motels in the area. I want to stay close to Alex and Jack so I can take them to the hospital with me if they want to go and then take them out to eat. They will be staying at their dad's, but he has to work.  


I got this from Steiny... Richard Steinhurst (LASD ret) and thought it so funny and age appropriate for my age group... Enjoy. Been a while since you have heard these!

WORDS AND PHRASESREMIND US OF THE WAY WE WORD

                                                                     
by Richard Lederer
 
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a broken record" and "Hung out to dry." A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:
 
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We'd put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We'd cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers’ lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
 
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.
 
Like Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “I'll be a monkey’s uncle!” or “This is a fine kettle of fish!” we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
 
Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they're gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder’s monkey.
 
Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston . The very idea! It’s your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go!
 
Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills.  This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart’s deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river
 
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.
 
See ‘ya later, alligator!

Historically this date...

1942 – World War II: The United States declares war on BulgariaHungary, andRomania.


1944 – World War II: More than 1000 British bombers drop 5,000 tons of bombs onGerman gun batteries on the Normandy coast in preparation for D-Day.


1956 – Elvis Presley introduces his new single, "Hound Dog", on The Milton Berle Show, scandalizing the audience with his suggestive hip movements.


1968 – Robert F. Kennedy, a U.S. presidential candidate, is shot at the Ambassador Hotelin Los Angeles, California, by Sirhan Sirhan, a Palestinian. Kennedy dies the next day.

2012 – The Governor of Wisconsin, Scott Walker, becomes the first U.S. Governor to survive a recall election.


And births this date include...
1878 – Pancho Villa, Mexican revolutionary (d. 1923)
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My Scottish grandparents were "kicked" out of Mexico by Villa's men... but they posed for pictures! My grandfather was a mining engineer in Cananea Mexico. They were told to leave because they weren't Mexican citizens. My mother on the left, uncle in the middle, and aunt on the right. This taken 1910...

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1895 – William Boyd, American actor (d. 1972)
That's me in my Hoppy outfit! LOVED Hopalong Cassidy!
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1919 – Richard Scarry, American author and illustrator (d. 1994)   I bought his books for my children...
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1941 – Robert Kraft, American owner of the New England Patriots
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Just in case you are wondering, YES I still love my Patriots and Tom Brady! Don't be sh**ty to me about it, because I'll just tell you to "kiss my a**!!!"








1971 – Mark Wahlberg, American model, actor, producer, and rapper (Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch)
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Later for dinner I cooked a big potato in the microwave... 9 minutes.

I reconstituted some of the Harmony House celery, leeks, and mushrooms.

Then I mixed the potato innards with the vegetables, cut up avocado, butter, garlic, sour cream, Harry & David's Spinach Artichoke dip, and bacon crumbles, and some shredded mozzarella cheese (since yesterday was National Cheese Day!). 

 Stuffed the shells, and heated in the micro until warmed...

OMGOOOOOOD!!!!!

Something interesting I learned yesterday... I named my son Brian after the Beach Boy's Brian Wilson. I was a HUGE fan!!! In 1961 Brian Wilson and a couple of his cousins were a singing group called 'The Pendletones' !!! My Brian's last name is Pendleton!!!! OMG!!! How strange!


All I know. Nuff said. Happy TGIF. Ciao.
xo Sue Mom Bobo
June 5th
National Doughnut Day
OMG, Krispy Kreme are my FAVORITE!!!

Sadly the closest one is in Stockton! But, then health wise, that's a good thing!