Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Umm...


Last night I was sitting around the house and I had a really good idea for a blog post. I thought to myself, "Self, I should really write this down because I may not remember tomorrow and this is really interesting and riveting." But then I thought (it's like I had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other), "Nah, this is too good to forget. I'll totally remember."


So, here I am ready to blog. And I have no idea what it was I was going to say.


Nuts.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Really?


Dais: noun - a raised platform, as at the front of a room, for a lectern, throne, seats of honor, etc.


Jamie is off work for the next few weeks (the perks of being a teacher). I don't know what he was watching yesterday morning, but it stuck with him all day and he had to recount the story to me last night, while I was bed trying to sleep, at 11pm.


Jamie: Hey, so I was watching this weird thing on TV this morning that Jovita Moore (ed. note - we love her, she's an anchor on WSB-TV) was hosting. I don't know what it was but she kept asking people to come up to where she was standing.


Me: Yeah.


Jamie: And it was funny because she had this real weird southern accent and instead of saying "desk" she was asking people to come up to the "day-ask."


Me: What?


Jamie: Yeah, she said "desk" weird. Like she's really southern. Please come up to the "day-ask," please come up to the "day-ask," please come up to the "day-ask."


Me: Umm, Jamie, she was saying dais.


Jamie: What?


Me: Dais. Like what a preacher or rabbi stands on. Like a raised platform at the front of a room? It's called a dais. D-a-i-s. Dais.


Jamie: Oh. Are you sure?


Me: Yes.


Jamie: Well, that's not very funny anymore. I thought she was saying "desk" all strange.


Me: Sorry.


Jamie: Hmm.


Me: Good night. Please leave me alone.


So, this morning, Jamie calls me to tell me he's watching the same Jovita Moore thing again and he's pretty sure she's saying "day-ask" and not "dais."


I hung up on him.


Cut to now, as I'm typing this blog I'm giggling. This guy walks by and asks me what I'm laughing at. So, I recant this whole story to him.


He didn't know what a dais is either.


Really?