Answer me this: Does the world really need another blog? Especially if the writer is not an expert on anything?
And yet, I’ve got one coming at you. Written about all sorts of stuff. Some of which, from time to time, may be interesting. Just don’t count on a single topic.
If it wasn’t for Seinfeld, I could call this a blog about nothing. Since Larry David pre-empted that descriptor, I’m going to go with . . . Flotsam and Jetsam.
Yes, there is a difference. Flotsam is debris in the water that was not deliberately thrown overboard. Might have come from a shipwreck. Jetsam is purposeful debris, often tossed overboard by a ship in peril. This blog will contain a little of both.
And Voila! -- already we’ve learned something (yes, I just looked this up) together.
Here’s today’s jetsam – how come modern parents have so few, if any, crazy-ass phrases to drive their children batty.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever heard any of the following from your mother or father:
If we had some bacon, we could have bacon and eggs, if we had some eggs.
She’s the cat’s mother.
Keep crying and I’ll really give you something to cry about.
Live, horse, and I’ll give you oats.
The last one, a contribution from my wife’s mother, takes the award for the most nonsensical of parental statements. I never did get it.
How about you? If you’ve got any good (or bad) ones, please email so that I can add them to my collection.
And let’s talk more about this topic in a future blog.