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Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em.”

Well this whole thing of course is Bryan Thomas’ fault.  Here I am working hard to close down my computer for the night and after quickly packing in some work I need done for tomorrow.  Procrastination? You bet.  Love it! Own it!

Then before the big shut down I peek at my email.  Why there is one from the Intrepid Optimist, the previously mentioned Mr. Thomas.  Oh please I beg my pretending Mom in my head, just a peek.  I am then made to suffer a lecture about how one I look I am lost to the world of Useful Things.  No NO I persist.  Just a pleasant short read to tickle my brain.

Also I must admit I have already taken my sleeping pill so typing is like slogging fingers through very thick fog are frequently required me to repair and repeat until I get the damn thing right.  Because his title is Lack of Consideration found here  got me thinking about how entertaining a blog on insults – only the very best ones- would be fun to right. I will  think tomorrow, I say to my self, but suddenly WHAM! one the best from the past comes to mind. And….yeah….I have to do it TONIGHT.

The only hope is that it will be very short, because what came to mind is no biggie.  I have a very very loved and cherished Aunt.  Actually a Great Aunt.  When I was young, much much much younger my family disowned me for a time – not long you understand – I mean how could their lives possibly go on forever sans moi.  Anyway in that time Uncle Jack and Auntie Fran took me under their wing, loved me without judgement and to this day I am most devoted to them.  Dear Jackie Bugs as Frannie used to call him left us 12 or 13 years ago and Frannie has carried on with great dignity, and pain, and between the two of us we keep wonderful stories about Jack and thereby keeping him somewhat alive.  But this is not about them sort of.

Jack and Fran and I and whatever husband of the moment I was with socialize frequently.  One day they drove from Toronto to our house in Cambridge.  “Ah” she said in her formal Australian speech style, “Your Uncle Jackie parked in a lot on the way up here to pick something up.  When we returned to the car there was a note on the windshield.  Someone had not been happy with his parking skills.  I thought the note was a perfect scolding.  It read:

“MAY THE FLEAS OF A THOUSAND CAMELS INFEST YOUR ARM PITS.”

See?  Nothing to go to war or even scuffles for …point made.  And a chuckle.

So you are right my fine Intrepid Optimist friend……Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em?

 

It is What it is OR Is it?

It is What it Is

Or

Is it?

Lately it seems I am hearing the statement, IT IS WHAT IT IS more frequently than ever before.  Perhaps I am just sensitive to it because for some reason it rubs me the wrong way.  People interviewed on TV are saying it, people around me are saying it.  Something about it just doesn’t sound right.  So I have to ask why.

I guess most would mean it to sound like a situation or circumstance is real, and there is merit in that but somehow it is, to me, an incomplete thought.

This is what I hear when that sentence is spoken:

It is what it is – finality

It is what it is – therefore nothing can be done about it

It is what it is – so suck it up

It is what it is – nothing can change it

It is what it is – and like the proverbial leopard unable to change its spots neither can we change this

It is what it is – so give up

It is what it is – accept it

This is what I want to hear when that sentence is spoken:

It is what it is – but what can it be?

It is what it is – but how can we change it?

It is what it is – and we will change it.

It is what it is – but we still have hope

It is what it is – but nothing is impossible

It is what it is – but we will not stop trying to improve it.

It is what it is – and we will change it!