The 7 items of the week that occurred to me but didn’t warrant their own blog post.
Recently I tweeted the following: “I would be very happy if the phrase “just sayin‘” was completely removed from society. Just sayin‘.”
(I hate that phrase. So. Much.)
Anyway, it spawned a listing of other phrases we’d like to see retired from general use.
- Just sayin‘. The new “I’m kidding!” after a terrible remark that you know people will find offensive.
- Love me some ____. I’d love me some proper grammer.
- Redonkulous (as a replacement for “ridiculous”)
- Use of the “f” word as an adjective. That’s just effin‘ redonkulous. Just sayin‘.
- It is what it is. Anything that was repeated by Donald Rumsfeld that many times is suspect.
- At the end of the day.
- Let me unpack that for you. Nothing like being patronized to make you feel spectacular.
- Whatever happens, happens. Well, yes. Yes, it does, genius.
- Six of one, half dozen of another.
- Chillaxin‘. It was cool for about 46 seconds four years ago. Now it’s lame. Stop it.
- LOL. Are there really people that say that? Out loud? L-O-L?
- Uber as an adjective. It just sounds like a bowel movement.
Any others you’d like to contribute?
I’m a bit behind on the Whole Food Challenge weekly posting. Our last week starts next week. I’ll have a catch up post early next week for Weeks 10 and 11 and then the final verdict as well as “where we go from here”.
Since the Calgary Flames were eliminated before the Stanley Cup Playoffs even began (on that note: bye-bye, Sutters. Nice knowing you.) I have switched my allegiances for the west to Vancouver. My husband is devastated (as a true Flames fan, he despises the ‘Nucks) but I like them. Our east team is, of course, the Bruins.
As an update, I am working full time right now as we lead up to the Mercy Home opening. We announced our grand opening. We’ve got a lot on the go right now to get that home open in just 7 weeks. In addition, I’m working on our big Benefit Gala and Online Auction.
Please pray that all goes well?
My heart breaks a little every time the girls call, waiting waiting waiting, to come. It can’t happen soon enough. We have beds for 20 girls, a waiting list that far exceeds that and only funding for about 10 girls now. I am absolutely shameless in asking for money at this stage of the game because I want every bed in that house filled with a girl that needs a rescue.
So while I work full time, Brian is home with the tinies. He’s not working yet and hopefully will find something by June 1 which is when I go back to two days a week. He’s really enjoying the extra time with the tinies and has taken over the bulk of the home management.
He’s also earning the money the government is currently giving him because the company he worked for went bankrupt. So far, he’s repurposed a hardwood floor and laid it in our entrance, painted the so-ugly-it-was-glowing blue washroom, painted ceilings, built shelving in the garage, lifted our floor that was sagging in the tinies‘ bedrooms, redrywalled the ceiling in the garage, painted the hallway and repaired most everything he can get his hands on. Next up, he’s laying baseboards and putting up door casings. Then he will rest, so he tells me. I’ll believe it when I see it.
That man is not lazy.
He’s deciding about next steps with work. The career counsellor recommended that he consider a couple of different careers so he’s praying about that. His heart is still in vocational ministry but since that door doesn’t appear to be opening, he’s still committed to using his gifts (the man is an incredible friend, pastor and teacher) within the community.