"Getting your goat" is from the belief that a goat in a barn will have a calming effect on the cattle who would then produce more milk.
"Spring Chicken" was because farmers found out chickens born in the spring sold for more than older chickens that had hashed out the winter.
If you stare at the lobster eyes long enough the plate fixes itself.
"Big Wig" is from the 18th century when the dude wearing the biggest wig was the most important. Ugly custom, but alrighty.
"Pooped" is a sailor term thingy that refers to the poop deck(the stern). Any stern that showed wear and tear from the storms and waves smashing it constantly was called "pooped". Sailors would say they felt as battered and tired as "pooped" as their ship!
When an unwanted guest dropped by at dinner you would give him the "cold shoulder" of mutton instead of the hot, good meat so that he would never come again.
"Wrong end of the stick" came from (they think) Roman times before toilet paper where a sponge was attached to one end of a stick to wipe. Gross much.
"Bite the bullet" is from war days when there was little to no painkiller for injured soldiers and had sometimes all they could offer was a bullet to bite on while doctors did whatever painful thing they had to do.
Stare at the black dot long enough and all the colored ones will disappear.
"Dead Ringer" was started when a slower horse was run around the track before the race for everyone to see and drive up the odds. Come time for the actual race an identical, faster horse was put in.
"Spinster" was, in the 18th century, a woman who spun wool on a wheel but it was so common for an unmarried, older woman to make money that way that it became a term for older unmarried women.
A "whipping boy" was a boy who got smacked when the crown prince did wrong in the 15th and 16th centuries. But this kid was more a companion for the prince, so it was meant to harm the prince to see someone he cared about getting punished because of him.
Now, as these are internet "facts", take them for what they are and don't hold me to them as 100%. I just writes it like I finds it. And, really, isn't it kind of fun to believe them anyway? I think so.
HERE you'll find the website of a recovering Lazyholic. Definitely check out their 12 step process. Wonderfully fun, brilliant website!
The hubs wanted to know what I wanted for Christmas. Well...what a loaded question. I WANT a new comforter for the bed. I want new PJ pants. I want a pair of expensive shoes. I want my car fixed. I want new tires. I want new brakes. I want a dinning room table instead of the empty VOID in our dinning room. A 50" TV. New cloths. New picture frames. Shoot. I can think of things I want all dang day long. It's easy when you get going.
BUT, I debate telling him all those things. Then...I did the math. And do you know how many books can be bought with the money spent on a new comforter/TV/Cloths or anything else on that list? So instead of all that I just tell him books and movies.(and this is all going on in the span of a minute that my brain has figured all this out)
Apparently my brain doesn't work in money anymore. It converts money into books. Groceries this week cost about 4 new releases. Gas was a new release and a sale book. Get my hair cut for about 3 books and a magazine? Pft. No way!
HERE you'll find a list of gift no one should be given. I was with this list until they mentioned gold pills. Ah... The gift that keeps on giving.
How about a doggy mustache. Add a little class to that pooch.
Or a bedbug stuffed animal? Cause that is a super cute and snuggly little bit of kid fun.
HERE you can play more optical illusion games. Like we all need ANOTHER time waster, I know I know. But it's fun!
Sorry for the absence this weekend. We had a minor catastrophe. But it's all good! Nothing to get me down for long. But I will be here, full force this week! I can't wait to catch back up with all you guys. I missed you this weekend.