A few weeks ago I received the following in email:
…means “hello.” (And if you’re now singing, “to Jesus, your best friend,” then you, too, are a veteran of Vacation Bible School.)
But really: Jambo does mean “hello” in Swahili. And Jamba means “HELLOOOOOOOO MAMA!” in black-and-white cat. Let me explain.
You have to be careful when choosing nicknames.
Chuck Norris is not a “Pinky.” Newt Gingrich is not a “Sparkles.” The guy from the Shticky commercial is not a “Professor.” Sluggo is not a “Twinkle Toes.”
And Jennifer Ann is not, was not, and will never be a “Jenny.”
A popular Tumblr presents a series of “Rules of Ladies.”
These pithy instructions in ladylikeness include good advice like “Always have faith in yourself,” and “Don’t let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life,” and “You can be a formidable woman and still wear Alice-in-Wonderland bows in your hair at age 31.” OK, that last one is a Rule of Angela. But I digress.
Still, Tumblr, Miss Manners and the Queen Mum combined can’t top the tips from a certain feline lady. Continue reading » » »
She’s a little bit Enya. He’s a little bit U2. Put ‘em together, and you had a sort of saucy limerick.
But what happens when you split them apart?
I’m not so sure about luck.
Lucky Charms are excellent. Luck dragons* rock my socks. Four leaf clovers, Irish jigs, the Waterboys and green oatmeal** make for a very happy March 17th.
But as for “luck” itself, the idea that things happen according to some blind roll of the cosmic dice…I’m not buying it. This St. Patrick’s week, we celebrate a string of adoptions that aren’t so much lucky as blessed.
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