The Y Generation

The Silent generation, people born before 1946

The Baby Boomers, people born between 1946 and 1959.

Generation X, people born between 1960 and 1979.

Generation Y
, people born between 1980 and 1995 .

Why do we call the last one generation Y? I did not know,

but a caricaturist explains it eloquently below…


I learned something new today!


Kids Say the Funniest Things!

My youngest stepson, B., is such a clown. He’s funny and loveable and totally enjoys being the center of attention. He’s half Asian, he’s proud of it, and this has led him to say some hilarious stuff.

“Thai. That’s Thai, like in Thailand, not Taiwan!” he spouted,  with a look that said “you’re so stupid” on his little 8 year old face, when asked a few years ago what KIND of Asian he is. Hahaha!

One of my husband’s favorite nicknames for B. is “Secret Asian Man”. We call him that often, and ask for Secret Asian Man sometimes when we call him at home.

B. gets a great tan every summer, so he’s also, affectionately, known as “Mr. Brownstone”.

“See how BROWN I am!”, he’ll say to my hubby. They always compete to see who is browner, and my hubby swears he is browner, but, really, B. always wins. (Hubby disputes this, but it is true.)

Tonight we picked the dudes up and took them to a new fast food place we just found a couple of weeks ago. We’re sitting out on the patio visiting (read: boys and dad are verbally hammering each other the entire time and thinking it’s hysterically funny), eating and having a good time.

During the course of this family outing my oldest stepson, N., started talking about the time that my daughter felt it necessary to drag 6 year old B. from the hot tub at the recreation center they were at because she thought the guy in the hot tub was trying to be a little too friendly with our little Secret Asian Man. She protects her little brothers at any cost! (No children were harmed, she’s just very cautious.)

My hubby joked that the man was trying to have a “dangerous liason” with B. That totally cracked N. up and he was guffawing loudly when B., who swears he really did hear his dad say “dangerous liason”, pipes up and says, ” That guy thought I was DANGEROUSLY ASIAN!”

I was laughing so hard I would have shot lettuce across the table if I’d have had a bite of salad in my mouth!  I had tears streaming down my face! 

 Yep, this is why we moved back to Arizona.

Married People Have Their Own Language

My husband and I have things that we say to each other that no one else would be able to decipher (which in some instances is REALLY a good thing). In fact, some of the things we say would probably make the guy  behind us in line at WalMart scratch his head and go, “HUH?”.

I think it’s cool when married people have that kind of connection. If you’re married or have been in a relationship with your SO for a long time you know what I’m talking about. You have ways of communicating with your spouse/SO that make sense only to you. A glance, a smirk, a wink or a nod…something almost imperceptible to an outsider, but oh-so-meaningful to you. You point and he knows exactly what you’re pointing at and why you’re laughing so hard!

Here are some of the phrases my hubby and I say to each other that might make you scratch YOUR head. 

  1. “See how it feels, Otis!”
  2. “Bullshit yeah!” 
  3. “Now do you know where Hitler was coming from?” (This TOTALLY DOES NOT MEAN WHAT YOU THINK!)
  4. “Piehole”
  5. “Oh my eye!”
  6. “My shoe!”
  7. “Give me kisses, hurry up!” or just “Hurry up!”
  8. “Why don’t you go look at oil!”
  9. “We don’t have that kind of capacity!”
  10. “AGAIN?”
  11. “I’m going to spend some quality time with Meter.”
  12. “I need an Al.”
  13. “Ala ala hoo hoo”
  14. “Poor kid, it’s so sad that he’s all washed up!”
  15. “Yeah, but what’s HE doing playing hockey?”
  16. “Still spading?”
  17. “Still training?”
  18. “HUD!!”
  19. “Nutty’s nest is ready”
  20. “That’s what I neeeeeeeeed!”

These phrases may not mean a thing to you.  If they do mean something to you, they probably don’t mean the same thing as they do to us. That is the beauty of living with someone for a long time. You know each other so intimately that what is jibberish or ridiculous to others is a meaningful conversation to us. One word can say so much.

I love that I have this kind of relationship with my husband…and that he knows exactly what I mean when I say, “Why don’t you just go…look at oil!”


Did you hear the one…?

Did you hear the one about the German woman who went in to get an operation on her leg and ended up with a new anus? No, this is not a joke…it really freakin’ happened!! Surgery Tray

Even worse – Did you hear about the patient who went in for surgery to have a CANCEROUS kidney removed?…The doctor removed the wrong kidney!

Makes me more than a little nervous to be facing surgery in less than a month!

I know, I know, medical mistakes like this are rare …but unfortuantely, and obviously, they do happen!

Do you think it’s possible I could go in for thyroid surgery and come out thin (liposuction) and beautiful (face job) with perky BIG breasts (breast augmentation)???? Hmmmm…I doubt it.

Hey Doc, Watch Where You’re Cutting! A Lesson in Medical Mishaps

A Little Church Humor

 The Pastor’s Ass
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.
The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.
 The local paper read:
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day, the local paper headline read:
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey.
The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
The bishop fainted.
He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read:
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.
The next day the headlines read:
The bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is …being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery and can even shorten your life.
 So be yourself and enjoy life.
 Stop worrying about everyone else’s ass and you’ll be a lot happier and live longer!
  Have a nice day!