And a little onion
Monday March 23rd 2009, 5:47 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends

By the way, Sue, if you read this, my oldest goes by her nickname Sam on my blog, in case you read back a bit.

Sam happened to call Sunday night, and I told her I’d seen Sue.  Sam told me what I’d already written here, because it was so true, that Sue had held everybody and everything together during Theron’s illness; she would dearly like to see her again herself sometime.

I’m all ready to spring for her plane ticket from Vermont.

Meantime.  Being hearing impaired can be entertaining.

My mom is an excellent cook, as are my daughters; it skipped a generation, but meantime, Mom’s here and it’s fun to have her playing in the kitchen–and to her it is playing, like I play with yarn. Always a new idea or ingredient or recipe to try out.

Which is how I parroted back to her the phrase I’d heard tonight:  “Would you like that wombat with sour cream?”

I think every good punster needs a hearing impairment to help keep their skills up, don’t you?

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How do you know she DIDN’T say that? Maybe sour-creamed wombats are tasty – my philosophy is that you should try every food presented once. If you don’t like it you don’t have to have it again, but at least give it a try.

I can’t stop laughing at that one!

Comment by (formerly) no-blog-rachel 03.23.09 @ 5:51 pm

I actually don’t like my wombats with sour cream, but I always thought that was just me.

Comment by ccr in MA 03.23.09 @ 5:58 pm

You know I still can’t figure out what you heard. I used to be very good at that because my late husband had a hearing disability and would repeat things after me that I would then have to translate (first to myself and then to him), now even though I’ve repeated your phrase several times I still can’t figure it out. Unless it was “Do you want that with sour cream?”
Nowadays I’m the one who’s beginning to have the same hearing problem. The joys of life.
Love reading your blog. Take care of yourself.

Comment by Carol Garnier 03.23.09 @ 6:02 pm

wombat = tastes just like chicken 😉

Comment by rho 03.23.09 @ 7:23 pm

What’s wrong with Wombat? The real question is, what is the “that” that you would want Wombat with? Oi…what this is doing to my prepositions!

Comment by Ruth 03.23.09 @ 11:19 pm

LOL! Around here the hearing is ofton the same esp if my mom, who has a very soft voice, is trying to talk to one of us from a different room.

Comment by Danielle from SW MO 03.24.09 @ 3:56 am

my husband and i have crock-pot oatmeal every morning for breakfast and he has a terrible habit of calling it “stoat-meal”. he does have a rabbit in the freezer, but if i wake up some morning to stewed stoat, im eating corn flakes! wombat indeed!

Comment by Tola 03.24.09 @ 4:12 am

Oh, that’s wonderful! Sour-creamed wombat! My SO is hard of hearing in his left ear, and has a very vivid imagination, which leads to some hilarious “mis-hears” sometimes… wish I could think of any off-hand, but I need more coffee before my mind will work in that direction…

Comment by Pegi 03.24.09 @ 5:25 am

Heh! In the visual arena, there are some good ones too- this weekend we drove past a sign that I at first misread, then turned to my husband and said, ‘Gosh, I thought at first that said “Lean Dog Grooming” and I was wondering why they discriminated against chubby dogs!’

And my husband laughed and said it must have been the sign, because he’d read it that way too.

(It actually said *Learn* dog grooming.)

Comment by RobinH 03.24.09 @ 7:21 am

I’m not hearing impaired and we often have conversations like that when we’re all in the kitchen.

Example: Give the deer a laxative.

Comment by Liz U 03.24.09 @ 8:34 am

For an inveterate punster, I’m afraid I’m with Carol — I’m not picking up on that one. And I’ve never tasted wombat — I don’t think. There was one time in a restaurant …

Friends took me to see (and hear) Carol Burnett last night. She had a one night in San Jose. Absolutely hilarious!

Hmmm, I did promise a couple for this time:

Management 101?

One day the boss had had enough. His workers just didn’t get it. They
never did anything right. So, he grabbed two pieces of paper and wrote
“Think!” on them with a big magic marker, then posted his signs above
the sinks in the restrooms. “They can’t miss my message now,” he thought
to himself with satisfaction.

The next day the boss returned to one of the restrooms. He saw that just
above the soap dispenser was a new sign that read “Thoap!”

This is another version: Sign in the office:  THINK
and someone writes underneath it — OR THWIM

A young woman was weed-cutting her yard, when she accidentally cut off the 
tail of her cat, that was hiding in the grass.  She rushed her cat, along with the tail, over 

Why WAL-MART??   

Because WALMART is the largest re-tailer in the world!!! 

Comment by Don Meyer 03.24.09 @ 9:02 am

I know a gentleman at church who has a pretty good hearing impairment, and he tells a story of a social engagement he and some co-workers attended, which also included a well-endowed woman whose husband was apparently very wealthy.

This curvaceous lady went around to everyone in the room, sticking out the semi-precious stones on her new ring, and asked each one, “Have you seen my Rubies?”

Rubies is not the word my friend heard.

To this day, he is glad that he did not answer that question with a comment about her anatomy.

Alison, I have not been around in awhile, and I have not had a chance to catch up on your blog. I hope that you are well. -Pam

Comment by Pam 03.24.09 @ 9:33 am

I’m lost…what’s a wombat? Do tell. 🙂

Comment by Toni Smoky-Mountains 03.24.09 @ 9:49 am

I’ve tried some recipes you’ve shared. You can’t be a bad cook!

Comment by Channon 03.24.09 @ 11:14 am

Where I come from, wombat is never served without sour cream. But it is considered polite to ask!

Comment by Beth 03.24.09 @ 11:28 am

In my family it’s, “I don’t want paper on my rabbi!”

Translation = “I don’t want pepper on my ribeye!”

I will store the Sour Cream & Wombat in my mental recipe files, for sure.

Comment by wunx~ 03.24.09 @ 4:25 pm

mmmm…sure, Mom, I’ll have sour cream with my wombat, as long as the wombat is well done… *snicker*

Comment by Karen 03.30.09 @ 3:43 pm

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