TrashCan: I wish I had the strength to say more ...

Trash Towers Dictionary

a/c - art crap. CK's fond term for the means of assuaging my addictions.

BSD - Been Seen Done. Devised while travelling the Great Ocean Road on CK's first Australian trip. Every lookout point was as fabulous as the previous and we got a little bit magnificenced out so rather than pull in we would shout BSD and keep driving.

Now general usage for when a situation is over or beyond repair.

bob - noun. Princess Curly- Wurly's word meaning all sweets, chocolate and yummy things.

blurry - (pr. to rhyme with hurry) Sth African/Zimbabwean term and my favourite polite swearword. Means kind of like bloody but usuable in mixed company. See 'Feck' & 'Eejit'

eejit - Irish term meaning 'idiot'. Suitable for use in polite company. Used by my Aunt Marion.

feck - Irish term used by my Aunt Marion so it cannot be rude!

ho-ho -(pr. with a short o). Zimbabwean word for bugs.

lani - (sp?) Sthn African word - means posh, expensive, elegant, stylish.

La Villa de Lamaca - (translates from Ital. as The houseof snails. My 'green' house out in the garden with all my a/c (ref: above) stuff in it. Built by CK and Babyman for me. CK lost his fingerprints over it. I cannot actually get in there at the moment!

lubbard - derived from 'beloved'. Devised by my then two y.o. son b/c unlike his sister he could not say 'Mother Beloved'. Usually prefaced by a noun.

OfStEd - Office for Standards in Education. Bossy civil servants who would like to see every child in formal, full-time education from birth.

Q.I. - Quite interesting.

terence - sobriquet applicable to all small children. Originated with one 'borrowed' child who could not pronounce ' terrorist' .

TG - exclamation. Thank God! An interesting choice for the dictionary of a recovering Catholic but is a phrase used by my Irish family and is now deeply fixed in my conversational repetoire. (reference also PG - Please God).

TGTH - The Great Trip Home. Alt. known as 'How I spent Christmas and N.Y 2008.

Sunday, 22 November 2009

I wish I had the strength to say more ...

... my plan was to write a post about my girl turning eleven today but after 18 hours with half a dozen proto-teenage girls in the house and a cumulative sleep total of about five hours between the eight of us (d/Boy was on a boys' sleepover off the hill) ontop of nearly two days of clearing up in the kitchen while the bazillion cakes baked I am k-nackered.

9 comments:

Jodie said...: Just the thought of it k-nackers me...
Everyone still alive? No blood? then it is a job well done Trash !; 23 November 2009 1:09 am
so NOT cool said...: Oh, dear. You have my sympathy and my empathy.

And, happy birthday to your girl! xo; 23 November 2009 1:45 am
Renee said...: I hope Miss 11 knows what a great mum you are! Well done for surviving!; 23 November 2009 2:17 am
alice c said...: Go. Sleep the sleep of the righteous and then come back to tell us all about it.; 23 November 2009 7:09 am
The Caked Crusader said...: I think you've earned the rest...we can wait for details!; 23 November 2009 9:02 am
quinn said...: Wow! Thinking about your weekend makes me feel tired, and I just woke up!

Well done, Mum!; 23 November 2009 11:11 am
sewjourn said...: ....and those teenage hormones haven't QUITE kicked in yet! Just imagine in a couple of years time.; 23 November 2009 11:23 am
Moogsmum said...: If it's any consolation we had a sleepover on Saturday too. Each of the beasties had one friend over - two of the quietest and loveliest children ever. All was quiet all evening and the last one went to sleep at 10.30pm. Next thing I knew it was 7am on Sunday .....yup, I know just how you feel ;)

xxx; 23 November 2009 2:09 pm
katelnorth said...: I've heard rumours that actually, the real teenage years are actually not so bad and that these years - 10, 11, 12 (mine are 10 & 12) are worse...; 27 November 2009 10:34 pm