Trash Towers Dictionary

a/c - art crap. CK's fond term for the means of assuaging my addictions.

BSD - Been Seen Done. Devised while travelling the Great Ocean Road on CK's first Australian trip. Every lookout point was as fabulous as the previous and we got a little bit magnificenced out so rather than pull in we would shout BSD and keep driving.

Now general usage for when a situation is over or beyond repair.

bob - noun. Princess Curly- Wurly's word meaning all sweets, chocolate and yummy things.

blurry - (pr. to rhyme with hurry) Sth African/Zimbabwean term and my favourite polite swearword. Means kind of like bloody but usuable in mixed company. See 'Feck' & 'Eejit'

eejit - Irish term meaning 'idiot'. Suitable for use in polite company. Used by my Aunt Marion.

feck - Irish term used by my Aunt Marion so it cannot be rude!

ho-ho -(pr. with a short o). Zimbabwean word for bugs.

lani - (sp?) Sthn African word - means posh, expensive, elegant, stylish.

La Villa de Lamaca - (translates from Ital. as The houseof snails. My 'green' house out in the garden with all my a/c (ref: above) stuff in it. Built by CK and Babyman for me. CK lost his fingerprints over it. I cannot actually get in there at the moment!

lubbard - derived from 'beloved'. Devised by my then two y.o. son b/c unlike his sister he could not say 'Mother Beloved'. Usually prefaced by a noun.

OfStEd - Office for Standards in Education. Bossy civil servants who would like to see every child in formal, full-time education from birth.

Q.I. - Quite interesting.

terence - sobriquet applicable to all small children. Originated with one 'borrowed' child who could not pronounce ' terrorist' .

TG - exclamation. Thank God! An interesting choice for the dictionary of a recovering Catholic but is a phrase used by my Irish family and is now deeply fixed in my conversational repetoire. (reference also PG - Please God).

TGTH - The Great Trip Home. Alt. known as 'How I spent Christmas and N.Y 2008.









Saturday, 20 October 2007

Zero sleeps! The witching hour is at hand.

Am I the only person to wake myself up laughing? I did so about an hour ago. The dream ran something like 'the Irish jockey (jumps not flat) I was living and madly in love with and I were racing (on what not clear) around my hometown in Australia, but of course it was in Ireland or somewhere else, having a happy time just being. Weird I know but it was a dream.

It really is ungodly 'o'clock outside and Princess C-W and I are just about to head out the door. As I type my naughty black dog is lying two feet below my nose and he has rolled in something disgusterous. Anyone want a (engage estate agent mode) beautifully mannered, 10 y.o tricolour collie with no predilection for high speed disappearing acts, who doesn't sound like the hounds of hell every time the gate opens (the clipboard wielding man leaping the five bar gate was worth the entry fee) and who never ever rolls in the smelliest stuff he can find? Give me a call - the number is 555-76902.
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Lucy Locket-Pocket said...

Can't wait to meet your Mum! That dog sounds like a paragon of virtue - how could you bear to part with him?

20 October 2007 9:14 am

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