Acronyms: How Well do you Know Them?

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How well versed are you on the acronyms that are so popular today in conversations via text, private message, or social media?   If you have teenagers in your house, you are probably very knowledgeable about these. 

If not, here is a quick lesson, LOL.  That stands for Laugh out Loud by the way. Not Lots of Love as some (of us older) people think.

  • OMG is pretty obvious. I just put it on the list to ensure everyone knows at least one.
  • WTF too, although I did see a joke on Facebook that implied many people my age do not know what it stands for. In case you are one of them, it’s What The F**k.
  • BRB stands for Be Right Back, just in case you get interrupted in the middle of a text or PM (private message).  That’s like asking “Can you hold on a minute?” in the old days when you were talking on the (landline) phone and the doorbell rang, or your oven timer went off or…NVM (never mind) you get the picture.
  • MYOB means Mind Your Own Business.  Some people use an F before the B; you can probably guess what that stands for.  I guess that is added when you are really annoyed at someone.
  • LMFAO means Laughing My F***ing Ass Off. (a fancier version of LOL)  Again, you can add the F or remove it as you please, or as your vocabulary dictates.  There is also ROFLMAO which is Rolling On the Floor Laughing My Ass Off.
  • AFAIKB3 means As Far As I Know Blah Blah Blah.  In other words, I don’t care. Which also gets abbreviated to IDC, which should never be confused with IDK, which BTW (by the way) means I Don’t Know.
  • GTG means Got to Go and TTYL means Talk to You Later. I guess these depend on whether you have time to type 3 letters or 4.
  • IMO stands for In My Opinion and TBH is To be Honest.
  • TNTL means you’re Trying Not to Laugh and CSL means Cannot Stop Laughing.
  • SMH is Shaking my Head while YNK is You Never Know.
  • Nosy or suspicious parent ones include PAW (Parent Watching), PITR (Parent in the Room), POMS (Parent Over my Shoulder), or PAH (Parent at Home).
  • You might see HIFW (How I Feel When) on FB (Facebook) jokes/memes/ as well as other acronyms associated with feelings like MRW (My Reaction When), IFYP (I Feel Your Pain), MFW (My Face When).
  • and if someone slides into your DMs it only means they “direct messaged” you. Phew!

Tell the truth, how many of these acronyms did you know already?  I admit I learned a few more today and tested my eyes at the same time.  LOL.

 

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Patience and Cheerios

I have to admit patience is a virtue I do not possess, but I’m working on it. That’s because I’m learning that grandchildren are great teachers, but require unlimited patience.

This morning was another lesson learned in the patience department. My two year old grandson and five year old granddaughter slept over last night and although she slept well, he did not. He was up several times during the night and then up for good, bouncing around with a seemingly endless supply of energy at 6am.

“Grumble, grumble, ok Grandma is up, but I won’t be dancing with Elmo or to Baby Shark within the next few hours, at least until I have a cup of coffee.”

Checking out his choices for breakfast, this (always adorable) grandson grabbed a box of Cheerios and promptly dumped (most of) its contents onto the kitchen floor. Luckily the box was not full. After I grabbed the broom and swept up the mess (with him helping of course) he repeated the process. Dump, scatter, sweep….at least five more times. After the second sequence, I realized he was having fun. No real harm done, and other than relocating breakable objects within the swinging radius of the broom handle as he “tidied up,” it was fun to watch his concentration. The cheerios were going in the garbage anyway; each time I threw some out (without him noticing of course) so there were fewer to clean up each time.

Laughter is (still) the best medicine

I know I have written about laughter before, but I saw this video Marc Cramer posted on Facebook this morning and just had to share…

laughter is contagious!

This video is proof that a good chuckle is contagious, to anyone and anywhere. It has also been proved to be medicinal with its amazingly positive affect on every organ in our body. Even our immune systems and the condition of our blood vessels are boosted by a good laugh.

Have you ever noticed that people who are asked what they look for in a partner say they want someone that makes them laugh? That’s because laughter makes everyone, from babies to seniors feel good.

I bet everyone watching and listening to that man (stranger) laugh felt great for a long time afterward. I know I did.

Turning Sixty This Year

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No, not me, I am NOT turning sixty this year, but my big brother is, so I thought I would honor his upcoming birthday with this post.  You know, instead of trying to find a unique (tacky) “turning 60” or “old fart” birthday present.

My brother is in great company, apparently, 1957 was a great year…do you know who else is turning sixty this year?  Lots of celebrities including Steve Harvey, Melanie Griffith, Vanna White, and John’s favorite, Homer Simpson!

After all, 60 is a good chunk of 150; 40 percent, 0.4 or 2/5 of 150 Canadian years to be exact.  Any way you look at it, sixty is a lot of years, almost half of Canada’s 150 years!

Canada turned 150 this year and we Canadians are celebrating all year around.  I think those turning 60 (or fifty or any other momentous number for that matter) should too. Actually,  I think my brother may have started celebrating last winter when he was visiting our sister in Texas, the good Canadian boy that he is.

I hope my brother is not too bothered about turning sixty.  I know he has his priorities right, retiring from work recently to spend more time doing the things he loves to do.  We are not always sure what those things are, but he does appear to be enjoying himself.

There are lots of good proverbs about turning sixty, so pick one (or three) and run with it…

The other good news I have heard (I don’t really know as I am not there yet) is that sixty is the new forty, at least it will be when I get there!

Frightened, Who Me?

We had a scare at our home recently and I’m not sure who was more frightened.  Our son (the youngest one and only one still living at home) had called to say he was staying downtown at a friend’s home for the night.  So, when my husband and I went to bed I turned out all the lights. I usually leave one on when someone is not home yet.  I also left our bedroom door open. When anyone else is in the house we close it as no one but me can sleep through my husband’s snoring.

I’m not sure what woke me up  (I am a very light sleeper) but all of a sudden I sat up in bed.  Our bed faces the door to the hall and I could see flashes of light in the stairwell, reflected in the full-length mirror adjacent to our bedroom door.  Thinking it was an intruder, I nudged my husband and whispered, “there’s someone in the house!”  He bolted out of bed and ran to the door following the flickering light.

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Our son’s room is just around the corner from our doorway; as hubby left our room he could barely make out a figure in the dark of our son’s room.  Hubby banged as hard as he could on the door frame to frighten the person in the room (and others if they were present in the home) who was at that point reaching for the bedside end table.

Well, I’m sure you can figure out, it was our son in his own room, reaching for his phone charger.  He was trying to be quiet as to not wake us, using the flashlight on his cell phone to light the way to his room.

I felt kind of foolish afterward and we even laughed about it, but I’m not sure who was more frightened at the time. I usually hear people come home, (doors opening, toilet flushing etc) even with our door closed.  It didn’t help that recently in the local news we heard of a home invasion in our community where thieves stole credit cards while the residents slept.

My husband is the kind of guy that if someone is threatening him or his family he would go down swinging!  Me?  I’m more of a chicken; I stayed in bed close to the phone where I could call 911 if need be.

You’re not the boss of me!

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“You’re not the boss of me” was a common phrase out of the mouth of my middle son growing up, especially throughout his terrible twos (and threes and fours and fives… )  If someone told him what to do (other than me of course, because he always knew I was the boss of him) and he didn’t feel like doing it or think he should do it, “you’re not the boss of me!” was his answer.

When he started school, I had to explain to him that his teacher would be “the boss of you” at school.  When his father and I would go out for the evening leaving our sons with a sitter, we would first have to sit this son down and explain to him that the sitter “is the boss of you tonight.”   Or if he was going somewhere with his big brother, the big brother was “the boss of you” on that occasion.  The funny part was that he was okay with those explanations.  As long as I didn’t forget to tell him who was “the boss of him” his behaviour was great.

Now that he has matured to an almost 24-year-old adult,  he has figured out that he has to be “the boss of himself” in most circumstances. Repercussions and consequences for bad behaviour and poor decisions are much more serious as an adult.

Just wait until he tells me he is getting married; I will have to explain to him that if he is smart, he will realize “she’s the boss of you.”