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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

To discuss a blog swap from across the border

This might not be "timely," per se, but since when am I good with timely? I still use Full House references. Anya at On & On and I were paired on the 20 Something Blogger swap, oh, a little while ago. But we're busy, trendy people (well, at least she is- check out her awesome coat) that can't be bothered with "time." So, here's Anya's guest post, where she uses French words and the phrase "Lord love a duck." Golden. Mine can be found today here.
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Hello Everyone!

I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to introduce myself to you lovely folks and to be a guest blogger on the type of blog that makes me keel over and laugh until my ribs hurt. My name is Anya from salutchouchou.blogspot.com and I'm a twenty-something Canadian gal studying to be a speech therapist"

Now you can’t say I’m not giving you ample warning- I’m not nearly as funny as Andy in writing. He seems to have a certain je ne sais quoi in his manner of writing that I definitely do not possess; the ability to reveal the hilarity in the simplest and most routine things. That being said, I feel rather inspired to give this a try and I will. Right now. Watch out.

I’ve spent a bit of the day thinking about the things in my life that I find to be very normal but that others might find just…well…odd. Here are a few for starters:

1. I’m absolutely disgusted at the thought of all the germs that must be living on the bottom of my handbag. After all, I do put it on the ground everywhere - in lecture, on the bathroom floor if there isn’t a hook (ewww)…etc. Most women probably don’t give it a fleeting thought however, I’ve made it a bit of an obsession. I’ve recently bought a portable handbag hook that I now carry everywhere with me so that I may hook my bag onto whatever table-top/desk/chair that I find nearby. I probably come off as being a really stuck-up germaphobic chick when you see me in the coffee shop however, my bag has less germs than your bag... so there! (I realize now that the last sentence definitely made me sound both stuck-up and germaphobic…)

2. Only the very privileged get the chance to see this one. I have a morning power dance. I call it the Awaken Anya. I’ll give you one little hint as to what it might be like though – think Sandra Bullock in The Proposal. If you haven’t seen this movie yet, it really is hilarious so do check it out!

3. Being an avid reader, I have a love of words. Occasionally, I’ll be in conversation with someone and they’ll use a word that I haven’t heard in a while and I’ll just zone out. A friend very kindly explained that my eyes glaze over and I have this distant and somewhat freakish look on my face when this happens. Needless to say, conversations don’t last very long when you find yourself speaking to a person that looks like they’ve suddenly gone deaf and mute. I apologize to everyone I’ve done this to and to those that might have the pleasure of having this happen to them.

4. I’m also a bit eccentric in speech (when I’m not lost in dictionary-dream-land). I love using expressions that I find in books or things that I’ve heard over the years. A work colleague and I have recently realized that we have a shared love for expressions such as “Holy Christmas!”, “Holy Teapot!”, “Lord love a duck!”, “son of a biscuit eater!” and “Sweet elves of Christendom“ (From Jane Eyre). The last time I used one of these to express utter surprise, I had to use another right after to properly express my shock at the way my friend spewed cola out of his nose from laughing so hard.

5. When I get tired, I go completely loopy. I don’t just collapse into bed like a normal person. Instead, I run around my house singing Frank Sinatra whilst terrorizing every and anyone who comes my way by making them dance or sing with me. It’s embarrassing really. At least I know that I don’t even need a sip of alcohol to carry on like a drunken maniac. This works well for me since I’m a very broke student with a very limited budget for bar hopping.

So there it is. A bit of me in a nutshell. I personally think we’re all a little crazy – some are just more hesitant to admit to it than others. In my opinion, it is important to be able to laugh at yourself just as a gentle reminder to keep life as airy and fun as possible. Surround yourself with things and people that make you smile. Let yourself be silly. We must concede that the Joker might have a good point - “why so serious?”. Letting some laughter in could take practice however, Andy’s blog is a good place to start =)

Hope you got a kick out of my post, and me. See you around!

9 comments:

gracie-mel said...

I agree on the simple pleasures of messing with the language:
why be great when you can be "fan-tabulous!"

why be crazy when you can be
a "wackadodoodle"

spleeness said...

You just reminded me that I had a dream last night that Sandra Bullock and I were old buddies or something. Bizzare.

I'm the same way about the bottom of my bag! I will NOT put it on the floor in a restroom no matter what. If I have to wear it, fine, but no way do I want syphylis on my canvas.

Welcome!

Soda and Candy said...

Awww, I like number 5,you sound like fun!

Erin said...

I am now adding "Lord love a duck" to my extensive list of quirky phrases!

Salut! chou chou said...

Hahah! Good to know that I'm not nearly as odd as I thought myself to be!

P said...

So if we are in conversation and want to make sure you are paying attention to us, we shouldn't use any fancy words??? Is that right??? Hehehe. Nice to meet you! :)

Amy xxoo said...

Nice to meet you Anya :)

I have to admit, i'm also a fan of expressive language. Although here in Australia, we ( or at least my family and i ) say :
" Lord STUFF a duck ". Perhaps thats the carnivore coming out in us.... also, try " Freaking Be-Jesus! ". I've found it tickles Andy's funny bone at least....

LiLu said...

That was the only part of the Proposal I really liked.

Except for all the parts where Ryan's shirt was off.

Those were okay.

TishTash said...

Germs on the bottom of our handbags...never thought of it. Guess I should stop licking mine.

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