hmm...... now you may just wonder about that word. Kellie and I did- for a moment at least.
Alligatoe. She was originally writting alligatoR and missed the "r" and went for the "e". I liked it immediately. What a charming little mistake. Alligatoe. She thought it sounded like a kid with a speech impediment. Me- I first thought of Allegra for the feet. But, on further reflection-- it could be a lot of things.
Alligatoe.
What if it meant.... a type of reptile with prominent scaley toes.?. turns out. It does.
Alligator is a genus of the Allijator idae family of crocodile -like reptiles. It includes two known species:
American Alligatoe ( Alligatir mississippiensis )
Chinese Alligqtor ( Alligstor sinensis )
Oh, well. What started out as a funny mistyped word- turns out it's for real. Now, had we had this discussion pre-internet age- I'd have never known that. But- who NEEDS or READS all this useless information anyway? Well. I guess that would be me.
Which brings to mind a clever little site that Pop ran across today. The name alone is intriguing.
http://www.sydnassloot.com/
Sydnas Sloot? Sheesh. What a monikor. Wouldn't you HATE having to through life with than name? haha. The joke's on us! Mom figured it out first-- flip it. Hysterical. But- if you're "into" old tools or knowing what Harvard trombonists do with all their free time-- check it out.
Well- enough for now- It's really chilly out- I'm thinking breakfast for supper oughta warm up a cold kitchen.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Reflections in a 42 year old mirror
One of the soldiers from our little town died in Iraq.
Even though the young man (and his family) was not known by me- nor very well thought of by DS (suffice it to say- he'd been one of those cliche-type jocks that liked to rough up the small and the weak)... it's still just a DAMN SHAME that one of "our" boys got skanked. Yeah- I know he's not the first. And, he won't be the last.
And... my kid is rethinking his plans of signing with the Navy and going in Marines.
All this has just served to make me do a lot of introspection.
For one- I love my kid. I can pick up the phone and call him just about any time I want. AND.. he doesn't mind. He just talks and carries on with whatever it was I interrupted- and just rattles on or listens to me. Landon's mama will never have that chance again. I'm really sad for her.
Two-- I'm nearing my 43 birthday. yes. Kim and I had to calculate that figure as we both are turning and neither of us remember these tiny details (like how OLD we are) since we passed the big 3-9. Why bother? It wastes too many precious brain cells trying to remember that inconsequential detail. But--- that figure of 43 is like MIDDLE AGE.... which relates back to those lyrics. Which means-- yikes. You know- I'm really probably WAY past middle age- cuz I don't expect to be one of those that lives to the ripe old age of a hundred. And, no- I don't mean that whiney-like. I mean, let's face it- folks with blood issues and living on blood thinners just don't usually make it to centenarian status.
So.... all that having been realized- I look at the death of that young man at 19 (and my own 18 year-old's hopes and aspirations) and think-- the quantity of days given to each individual is such an unknown-- don't waste it.
The article in the paper- describes all the travels this young man had already had- to Australia, to Thailand, Korea, the Philippines and Bali- I realize that in a "worldy" sense- he'd not wasted his life. And, in the patriotic sense- he's given the greatest of all gifts-self. He had experiences that a great many of us middle-agers will never have. And, in only 19 years.
in memorial of Landon Giles • 1985-2005
Even though the young man (and his family) was not known by me- nor very well thought of by DS (suffice it to say- he'd been one of those cliche-type jocks that liked to rough up the small and the weak)... it's still just a DAMN SHAME that one of "our" boys got skanked. Yeah- I know he's not the first. And, he won't be the last.
And... my kid is rethinking his plans of signing with the Navy and going in Marines.
All this has just served to make me do a lot of introspection.
For one- I love my kid. I can pick up the phone and call him just about any time I want. AND.. he doesn't mind. He just talks and carries on with whatever it was I interrupted- and just rattles on or listens to me. Landon's mama will never have that chance again. I'm really sad for her.
Two-- I'm nearing my 43 birthday. yes. Kim and I had to calculate that figure as we both are turning and neither of us remember these tiny details (like how OLD we are) since we passed the big 3-9. Why bother? It wastes too many precious brain cells trying to remember that inconsequential detail. But--- that figure of 43 is like MIDDLE AGE.... which relates back to those lyrics. Which means-- yikes. You know- I'm really probably WAY past middle age- cuz I don't expect to be one of those that lives to the ripe old age of a hundred. And, no- I don't mean that whiney-like. I mean, let's face it- folks with blood issues and living on blood thinners just don't usually make it to centenarian status.
So.... all that having been realized- I look at the death of that young man at 19 (and my own 18 year-old's hopes and aspirations) and think-- the quantity of days given to each individual is such an unknown-- don't waste it.
The article in the paper- describes all the travels this young man had already had- to Australia, to Thailand, Korea, the Philippines and Bali- I realize that in a "worldy" sense- he'd not wasted his life. And, in the patriotic sense- he's given the greatest of all gifts-self. He had experiences that a great many of us middle-agers will never have. And, in only 19 years.
in memorial of Landon Giles • 1985-2005
One Hundred Years
"I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live."
John Ondrasik ~ Five for Fighting ~ One Hundred Years
For some reason these lyrics (and the tune as well) have just been a really bad ear worm today-- I think it's because one of the young men that graduated with DS this last May died in Iraq. He'd been there a week when his vehicle struck a roadside bomb placed there by cowardly evil "religious" minions.
Read about Landon here: http://www.siftingsherald.com/articles/2005/03/02/news/news1.txt
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live."
John Ondrasik ~ Five for Fighting ~ One Hundred Years
For some reason these lyrics (and the tune as well) have just been a really bad ear worm today-- I think it's because one of the young men that graduated with DS this last May died in Iraq. He'd been there a week when his vehicle struck a roadside bomb placed there by cowardly evil "religious" minions.
Read about Landon here: http://www.siftingsherald.com/articles/2005/03/02/news/news1.txt
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