Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Washington

Well, It is so wonderful to be back in The Wash! I have missed the mountains and the trees! Its just too beautiful of a place, and I am very attached to Sequim. The drive up was.. interesting.. but we made it safely. However it took FOREVER to get out of California! and we arrived in Medford Oregon at 4 in the freaking morning! what a long day that was! and we didn't arrive in Sequim until 11 at night.. but it was smooth riding all the way! We slept for a day, then we went Christmas Tree Hunting up Palo Alto, came home with a beauty! It was nice to see the snow again! Then I went and spent some quality time with my old friends, and still have to find the time to visit others. I have never been this popular with people calling and texting me all the time wanting me to come visit. Feels nice! We will be spending Christmas Eve at my mom's place, then going to Nathan's family's place, then maybe to Canada, then back to Sequim. We will have Christmas with Nathans dad before we leave, and then with Nathan's mom when we get back! Then Nathan heads off to Texas, :( I am not ready to be apart. I wish I had more time with him. Santa paid us a visit and placed a few presents under the tree.
Mid january, I will be taking a trip to China, to visit my dad and do some sightseeing. I wish Nathan could come, but I am very excited to go! It will be a good time.






I must say I have really enjoyed seeing more Nature here. It is nice. Ill post some pictures of our escapades.

Friday, December 10, 2010

English can be Confusing

I was stumbling across the internet and came across this! The Author definitely has a point!

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted,
but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that
you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them,
what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables,
what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks
who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people
recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
how come Mother's not Mop?


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