Slang

In the last few weeks I’ve over heard some slang that has seriously taken me back in time, all the way back to junior high school, high school and a blast to the 90s.

Just this morning, my Hero told the Princess that he would get a “Killer Green Tie” this week. When was the last time you heard the word “Killer” used to describe something is a positive way? It’s been a long long time for me.

One day last week I was talking to my friend in the news room about an hour before our news was to air for that day. Usually, the news room is abuzz with last minute details and late breaking news coming in…One of the reporters was running to one of the edit bays, and my friend says, “Everyone Spazzes an hour before news time”! Spaz is one of my favorite words ever! I couldn’t stop giggling over it!

Another friend of mine was talking about some really great find she had on facebook…described it as Righteous!

I guess that I’m one to talk, because I regularly use the word “totally” and I didn’t think that aged me, until I saw and heard the afore mentioned words. I’m pretty sure to my teenager I sound extremely old, but in my heart I’m still sixteen years old. Nowadays, my teenager is saying Sick, Holla and Bad… Thanks to the eighties slang, I understand the positive / negative thing.

Hoarder Confessions

Inspired by the fire that threatened my folks’ home town of Herriman and the couple of families that lost their homes as well as all the contents in them, I’ve wondered if I’d be alright losing all the items in my home since I’m a hoarder. Not the kind where there are pathways lined with crap throughout the rooms of the house. I’m the kind that cannot part with anything that may have the slightest sentimental value that I’ve added to it. I’m emotionally attached to every piece of paper that enters my house! I don’t have pricey items, I don’t have extravagant items, but I do have stuff that mean special things to me.

Maybe it was the way I was raised with a food storage filled with canned goods to last at least a week and mom’s old graduation dress in the basement closet. I don’t remember my parents tossing out their hoarded items, even junk mail. I come by it honestly.

Now that I live in “Tornado Alley”, my Hero frowns upon too big of a food pantry because he said that no one wants to get killed by a can of green beans being hurled at their head with tornado force winds. So, my hoarded items are more of the paper type, shoes and purses.

What would I grab in the moments before knowing that I may lose it all to a tornado or impending fire?

I’ve actually left my home before fearing a tornado and didn’t take anything with me except my purse and my family. I left my beloved scrapbooks and genealogy book. I left all my clothes, shoes, important papers, jewelry, even my car. My family ran for my husband’s car and drove to the nearest tornado shelter and never looked back for our crap. None of it even crossed my mind at the time.

Why can’t I just throw it away? Actually choose to toss it? My Princess has no problem throwing out unwanted items. Each year she goes through her whole room and takes out bags of out dated belongings. I cringe at the thought of what could be in those bags! There will be items in those bags that I will be emotionally attached to. I don’t even look anymore, because they are her items and I’m trying hard to learn from her how to throw my crap away!

Today, if I had to run to the car in fear of losing it all, I bet I’d just go with my family and not let any of my hoarded crap cross my mind.