wr3n, now and zen: Reblog if you're a girl that likes any of the following:
- X-Men
- Avengers (that includes any of the individual characters movies)
- Batman
- Star Trek
- Star Wars
- And pretty much anything that’s action or targeted to guys
A guy friend of mine today said it was weird that my friend had all the X-Men movies because she was a…
I wear Star Wars t-shirts that are made for men and gleefully watch old school X-Men with my nearly 5 year old on Netflix. I’m a Geek and proud of it!
Liam: What do those words say? *points to my shirt*
Me: Oh, it says "Who's your Daddy?"
Liam: Who's your daddy! Who's my daddy?
Me: Your daddy's name is Andrew.
Liam: Androooo. Where is Androo?
Me: Your daddy is at work, sweetie.
**I was wearing a shirt that was tight on Andrew that has Darth Vader's head with the words "Who's Your Daddy?" above him.
Liam: *sees a big giant dumpster being placed on a neighbor's driveway* Mama! Can I drive that truck?!
Me: Aww, honey, you need to be bigger and taller to drive the truck.
Liam: *turns to me and poses* I...Am...Very...BIG and STRONG!
Me: *trying not to giggle* Right now, you are big and strong for a bike, but not a big truck like that.
- butty is a controversial one which means different things in different parts of the country (like for me a bacon butty would mean bacon in a burger bun, not a sandwich) - you can definitely use sandwich and I would stick to it for safety
- you can still say cupcake, hungry and dessert and be perfectly British
- cozzy is short for swimming costume, which is what I’d actually say
- I’ve never heard a scarf being called a muffler
- You can use all of the “American” insults here and still remain British-sounding apart from jerk because no one says jerk. Some of those “British” insults sound a bit silly to me (please don’t call someone a plonker dear lord).
- Don’t ever say cheerio unless you want to sound like a twat
I’m an American living in Britain for 7 years this month (lived in Minnesota for 25 years (with some stints in Los Angeles/Chicago/Boston/Providence in those years) and I speak with a deaf American accent and use Americanisms ALL the time and my British friends understand me just fine (some are amused by my Americanisms though).
There are American television shows aired quite a bit and, let me tell you, American slang is becoming a lot more common here. Vice-versa for British slang in America and I’m finding it funny.
I LOVE IT! Especially the curse words. I already say bugger quite a lot.
(Source: somethingsosam)
The Fight Goes On
I’ve finally relented and am letting a company that works with Cochlear Americas to investigate my insurance company; ask all the appropriate questions, demand explanations, and talk to my audiologist. All this work just so I can have a new sound processor. Mine is so old and beat up that I took pictures to prove that it’s bad!
That’s what happens when my processor gets knocked off my ear and it hits a hard-ass tile floor.
Not only that, I’m hearing a big sound difference and it’s affecting how I hear/respond to people around me. Plus, it’s gotten bad to the point where I don’t wear it when I’m at home unless I need to.
So, here’s hoping that this new avenue will grant me a new sound processor. I just don’t believe that an insurance company would simply deny a service without an explanation, only to give their manager’s email address.
See, this started MANY years ago, TWO years ago. I got denied right away, my audiologist and I wrote appeal letters and were denied again. I remember a line that bothered me so much, “We cannot justify an expensive purchase for a tiny hearing aid”. LIVID!! OMG!
It took me that whole time to simmer down. I emailed my insurance company in the beginning of March, heard nothing for weeks. Finally emailed another contact in the company and they personally walked a copy of my initial email to the original person and that person finally emailed me back a week later with a somewhat ‘polite’ denial of service along with her manager’s email address.
Now I can’t even get ahold of the manager.
So…yeah, I’m angry. Insurance companies are supposed to look out and help their customers health. My ‘stupid’ sound processor is a VITAL part of my health. It makes it possible for me to have a job, for me to care for my family, for me to be independent, and for me to be ME!
WTF? What part of my request wasn’t clear?
wr3n:
Mayday!
Have y’all seen this? Minnesota weather is sure kicking our asses! *grumbles* AND, I had just packed away my winter hat/gloves. *double grumble*
This happens way too often! “Just one more chapter”….”But it’s getting good! Maybe one more?” Before I know it, I’ve read the whole book and nothing got done…again.
When I am deep in a book, my life no longer exists.
Read and reread Cynthia Cruz’s beautiful, mesmerizing essay, On Reading, today. (via therumpus)
It is a strong argument!
