Top Ten: Random things I didn't know and still don't know.

a pastrami sammich

 Warning:  I'm off of work today and full of randoms. This top ten is not too fancy.  Sorry, y'all.


Top Ten Random Things That I Didn't (and Some That I Still Don't) Know

 #10

Hey, did you know that when somebody sends you an EVITE and you open it, they can tell you opened it?

Ha. Well I didn't. At least, not until last year when I sent my first EVITE ever and realized that folks opened the electronic message but didn't RSVP.  I wanted to be annoyed but seeing as I am the queen of opening the EVITE but not RSVP-ing immediately I couldn't. My friend Stacy H. finds this hilarious because even though I always come to all of her parties, I stink at the RSVP process on EVITE. Oh, but I'm good about paper invitation mail-back replies. Weird, I know.

So the moral of that is don't open up the EVITE if you don't want anyone knowing you saw it. It's kind of like looking through the front window when someone rings the doorbell and not answering. Yeah. Just like that, actually. So remember that when you get your next EVITE. This explains why you keep getting the hairy eyeball when you tell the person you never saw it.

*You're welcome*

#9  

My mom said, "Wow, you've been quite prolific on your blog lately."

And I said, "You think so?"

And she said, "Yeah, you have."

And I said, "I didn't think I was particularly 'prolific.'"

And she said, "You've put out three posts in three days."

And I said, "But they weren't prolific, Mom."

And she said, "Do you even know what prolific means?"

And that was when I learned that "prolific" means "productive and fruitful." Oh, and that it isn't a synonym for "prophetic" or deep.

My bad.

Confession:  I also get confused about the word "aloof." I have to look it up any time I see it.

Oh. And although I listen to NPR every single day, I ain't too proud to admit that I am still very, very unsure of what an "insurgent" is or if it's what I think it is, why we can't just say enemy instead.

Which reminds me. One of my colleagues kept saying "pedagogy" the other day which (thanks to Wikipedia) I learned means "the process of teaching." I think if I talk about pedagogy I'm just going to say "process of teaching" instead.

#8  

Is pastrami made out of pork or beef?  This is something I don't know.  Because I want a pastrami sandwich but pork makes my stomach hurt.  Please advise.

#7  

I looked in the mirror the other day and thought my stomach looked pretty good to have had two babies. Then Zachary said  yesterday that he "likes laying on my tummy because it's like a pillow."

Uh, yeah.

#6  

I read somewhere that dragonflies only live for twenty-four hours.  Is that true?  I didn't know that. That explains why they fly everywhere so fast and furious. They're on the clock.


#5  

Did you know that when you change words in one language to another it's not always called translation? So yeah, if you're talking, it's interpreting. If you're writing it's translation. I learned this after getting an extremely hairy eyeball from our Grady Spanish Interpreter for referring to her repeatedly as a "translator."

My bad.

#4  

Here's a question. So whenever I make a blog post, I get extra ideas and notice typos within the first half hour after posting. So I go back and modify. And then sometimes modify again. Just a word here and there, you know? But anyways. I am wondering what people see on their Google readers and Blogger Dashboards/Reading Lists when folks do that.  Like, do you see like twelve versions of the same post in a row?

The reason I ask is because I saw someone make a post and then decide to take it down. But it stayed on my queue as a post and when I clicked it it wasn't there. Then once I saw like three versions in my bloglist of someone's post on a blog I follow. Which made me wonder if I seem like a crazy lady to people. Hmm. Just wondering.

#3 

Damn. Did you know how expensive a pack of cigarettes is? Like dang near five dollars. I didn't know that.


#2  

Did you know that Ralph Lauren's daughter is marrying one of George W. Bush's nieces?  Big Bush and Barbara Bush have another son named Neil Bush that no one really talks much about. Anyways. Neil has a daughter and she's marrying Ralph Lauren's son.  They have some family beef going on and I think all the Bushes won't be there. But that's not the best part of the story. This is:

Guess what her name is? Lauren Bush.

"Hi, I'm Lauren Lauren."

"I heard you the first time."

*snicker*


That reminds me. I know this really cool woman named Stacy who married a dude named Chad Stacy and took his name. So now she is Dr. Stacy Stacy.  Fun, huh?

Oh yeah. My friend and fellow Grady doctor Yolanda W. married a guy with the last name "Wimberly." It's a good thing I didn't marry his brother. Dr. Kimberly Wimberly? Not so fun.


#1 

Are Harry and I the only ones who finds this side-splittingly hilarious?




Okay seriously? Am I the only one who thought "In Living Color" was hee-hee-hoo-hoo-hah-hah-hilarious? Anyways, Harry and I talked to each other like Calhoun Tubbs for twenty four straight hours after laughing our heads off at this earlier this week.

"I'm 'bout to go to GRAY-DAAAAAAAY, hope all my patients get bet-taaaaaah! Aaaaaa-haaaaaaaaa! Thank you very much!!"


"My wife cooked some fish for din-nnnnneeeeeer, always puttin' me on a diet without tellin' meeeee. Aaaaaaaa-haaaaaaaa! Thank you very much!"

See? Can't y'all tell I'm off today?

I didn't write a song about that--but I think I could now! Like to hear it? Here it go!

"Still in my pajamas 'cause I'm off work from GRAY-DAAAAAAY, even though I got a whole buncha work still piled on my de-heeesk! Aaaaaaaa-haaaaaaaa. Thank you very much!"

*patting tears*

Whew.
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Happy Friday.