More about names:

When I worked on the phones 20 years ago selling the Amoco Motor Club to Amoco gas card holders, I ran across this surname:  Dikshit.  I didn't want to get fired, so I pronounced it Dike-shite.  I never saw the (East Indian) name again, but I often told my friends about it when the subject of odd names or cultural issues came up.

Then last year the Indian Parliament had a major upheaval, I can't remember what it was, but NPR reported on it.  I got the biggest kick out of Steve Innskeep referring to an Indian official being quoted as "so-and-so Dikshit" (and yes, it is pronounced just like dickshit) not once, but 3 times.  I was transported back to Jr High, pointing at the radio, convulsed in giggles, saying - "He said Dickshit on NPR!!!!"  Oh my...  good times....

I wonder how many common or uncommon American names sound obscene in other countries.  Examples, anyone?

Good times....

So my 8-year olds are leaving through old picture albums, and they begin discussing one pic that's 3 or 4 years old.  "aah, good times..." sighs one of them....

The banging Window

There's a storm window right beside my computer that is banging constantly in the breeze.  I knew last year that the wood had become decayed and the window needed re-mounted, but I haven't done a damn thing about it.  I suppose I should add that to the list of "things to do when I'm not blogging.....

No spinning for me...

I could have spun today.  It was the last day for the Tuesday morning class as they are discontinuing it next month.  The dirty truth is.....I haven't worked out for 10 days!  *gasp*  Well, there were meetings, and I've started helping my friend on Mondays and Wednesdays and last week was spring break and I had the WORST cold last week for 4 days.  Today was really the first day I've had full strength since the cold, so it would have been perfect to work out!!  But I decided to take a mental-health day instead.  I'm paying the bills and organizing my desk and balancing the check-book and updating my calendar.  Then I have to take one kid to the Dr and the other to drum lessons.

Yesterday was a really long day

No - really.  It was.  Here's proof:

4:30 Wake up after bad dream and decide since I've had over 6 hours sleep, might as well get up.
4:30 - 6:30  Fold Laundry, put away & wash dishes, vacumn and read paper.  Take shower.
6:30 - 7:30  Wake up kids.  Make bacon, pancakes and eggs for kids for breakfast.
7:30 - 8:30  Send kids off to bus-stop.  Clean up after breakfast.  Get dressed.  Post "WW3" on tblog.
8:30 - 9:00  Drive hubby to work.
9:00 - 9:30  Go to Girl Scout store to buy things I need for meeting later.
9:30 - 10:00  Drive home.  Run in and put bowl of "byzantine meatballs" in microwave.  Grab toothpicks and tray.
10:00 - 11:00  Take meatballs to school to watch daughter's report on the Byzantine Empire.  Feed meatballs that daughter and I made the day before to class.
11:00 - 11:15  Stop by nursing home to see if friend needs me today.  She is gone at her daughter's house.  Stop by her son's work to relay message - does she need me on Weds?
11:15 - 2:00  Come home.  Take advantage of un-expected free time!  Get mail.  Process Mail.  Log onto tblog and discover nuclear fall-out.  Spend time changing blog and deleting or hiding posts.
2:00 - 3:00  Finish getting things ready for girls-scout meeting.  Make plans for one daughter to babysit for her cousins after school.
3:00 - 4:00  Pick up daughter, bring her home to baby-sit.  Go back to school for GS meeting.  Make plans for GS daughter to get ride home.  Excuse myself from meeting early.  Get call to pick up hubby at 5:00.
4:00 - 4:30  Free time.  Tblog updates.  Check in with baby-sitting group.
4:30 - 6:00  Pick up hubby.  Take to Post Office.  Try to kid-nap.  (read previous post if you need to).  Drop off hubby at home.
6:00 - 10:00  Drive back into town.  Go to library.  tblog for exactly 60 minutes.  Drive around a lot.  Go to shoe store to buy daughter shoes for track.  Pick up sushi.  (First time I ate, not including 3 pieces of bacon and 6 small meatballs).  Drive home.
10:00 - 11:00 Log onto internet and find out about Minnesota school killings.  Hubby comes in to hug me and tell me he loves me.  I try not to let go, but do.  Daughter comes down to ask if she can go see Easley at House of Blues in Chicago for her birthday present, and we look up ticket info.  Sat night sells out as we watch, but Sunday is still available.  I say I will check with her dad.  Friend calls to say she is not sure if she will need me.  8-year olds creep downstairs and informed me that they cannot sleep because tonight they have watched "Sean of the Dead" and need to sleep with me.  Tell them to hop in bed.  They are warm and snuggly and not as tree-limbed as usual.  Goodnight.