Since we are talking about winkelen, can you ask Dawnell to explain where there is an UGG store in Florida to my mother, she will get a shop list from me when they are going to knuffle the cats (or something like that). I started at the ING, but they are very into knowing everything from your employee (read: they will look into your mail), but i can be reached on my hotmail ihelfferich@hotmail.com
I say lot’s of love to dawnell and to you….. gr irene
]]>Other words you may encounter in Dawnell’s comments:
winder = window
pazacally = exactly (don’t ask!)
horsepital = hospital
the clydimicator = Clyde (our cat)
a somebody = animals in the wild (Look: there is a somebody in the tree)
I feel quilty = screw work: I’m gonna work a bit on a bed covering composed of a quilt top, a layer of batting, and a layer of fabric for backing, generally combined using the technique of quilting.
drinkey-pooh = you have to ask? It involves Vodka (if I recalll correctly)
hubbeke = that would be me
winkelen = that’s actually correct word-use … in Dutch
I can’t work = there is a slightly overweight red but soft cat on my desk
Dinner’s ready! = the pizza delivery boy came
skim’n dip = puddling around in the pool and getting the bugs off the surface of the water
doing my yoghurt = doing her yoga
Spiffy = her car
The Great White = my car
that stupid game = the game she plays every night for HOURS
‘be very careful or you will get the pineapple (or: the blue mouse)’ = uhm..well… something to do with our cats.
naner = banana
asel = donkey
“I’m ready” (as for going on a trip) = 30 minute warning call
koeien! = on spotting cows somewhere
tickees = lottery tickets
lootery = lottery
piller = pillow
Annsday = the Wednesday that Ann, our domestic aid worker comes
gonna have a knuffle = grabbing the nearest cat and hauling him or her off to the bedroom
hungees = hungry
cannot go sweepies = I cannot sleep
(Okay, I admit .. we both share a lot of this typical Claessen residence dialect: the above is only a selection of the more comprehensible expressions)
]]>A fear of plesiosaurs? Peter .. really!
I live in Florida and if I go swimming in the nearby Indian river (intracoastal) I run the risk of being attacked by sharks and alligators simultaneously!
And here you are, worrying about … PLESIOSAURS?
You’re such an interesting fellow, Peter!
Each time you cross through an intersection, each time you drive near a propane plant, each time you travel near high-voltage lines, the odds could catch up with you. But if we all allow ourselves to be paralyzed, we miss out with certainty the joy to which we are travelling… against the slim chance of accident.
Of course, I know logic doesn’t actually affect phobia. (Said the man who is thoroughly horrified by the image of the plesiosaur that lives in any given lake).
]]>(Honey… It’s Deannie’s fault .. SHE told me to go to Half Price Books… really! Else I wouldn’t have THUNK of it)
]]>And I thought it was beer with friends that would make a trip to San Antonio so appealing!
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