Tuesday March 24th 2009, 2:13 pm
Filed under: Non-Knitting

Translation from yesterday for the hearing-impaired-impaired: “Would you like that warmed up with a little sour cream?”

Wombat was more fun.  Here’s a good link to lots of information about these down-to-earth koala relatives.  They are marsupials, but have the characteristic of rodents in that their teeth grow all their lives.

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I have been snickering about that wombat thing ALL day!

Comment by (formerly) no-blog-rachel 03.24.09 @ 4:00 pm

I always take my wombat with a side of sour cream, don’t you?

Comment by Michelle 03.24.09 @ 5:24 pm

LOL! My hubby, though he refuses to admit it, is slightly hearing impaired. It always amazes me how he can hear something so far off from what I actually said that it isn’t even in the same ballpark. I am learning to speak up, and to enunciate better. I’m also learning to make sure he’s actually “listening” when I talk to him. 😉

Comment by Renna 03.24.09 @ 6:05 pm

The trouble is, if they have to be explained, they’re not funny. I knew a person once who, when I told her a joke, she wouldn’t laugh, but try to analyze it. I stopped telling her jokes.

Ok,spinners, dyers, and knitters, at the request (demand?) of a couple of you, I have gone and done it. I have a blog at: chippep.blogspot.com
There is a little joke there, honest.

And speaking of …

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: ‘The  
man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city  
but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.’ Concerned, James  
asked: ‘What happened to the flea?’

Comment by Don Meyer 03.24.09 @ 6:24 pm

Oops, seems to be a problem at my blog. If one goes clear to the bottom, there is the word “comment” in green. I clicked on that, but Alison said she could not get in. I’ll see what I can find out.

Comment by Don Meyer 03.24.09 @ 6:28 pm

For what it’s worth, here’s what I found:

“It’s easy for readers to leave comments on any of your blog posts, giving you useful, timely feedback. They can leave comments right below the post, in a pop-up window, or on a separate page.”

Comment by Don Meyer 03.24.09 @ 6:33 pm

Alison, I love that you have a post entirely devoted to wombats <3!

Don, I poked at your blog to see if I could post comments, but I had no luck either (in case you wanted corroboration). Good luck getting it sorted out, it looks like a lovely start!

Comment by Amy 03.24.09 @ 7:37 pm

The next time you’re at the library, or if you’re lucky in a bookstore, look for the picture book “Diary of a Wombat” by Jackie French. It’s a hysterical look at a wombat’s day. I don’t think there’s any sour cream involved, though!

Comment by Kathy in San Jose 03.24.09 @ 8:01 pm

still giggling!

Comment by Tola 03.25.09 @ 4:11 am

Well, ya learn somethin’ everyday. 🙂 Thanks for the link.

Comment by Toni Smoky-Mountains 03.25.09 @ 4:38 am

I’m all for exotic cuisine, but I think I’ll pass on the wombat, sour cream or no sour cream…

Comment by Sandra 03.25.09 @ 5:35 am

Sigh. I was having fun trying to figure out what could have been distorted into “wombats.” I figured “want” but that’s as close as I got.

Comment by Channon 03.25.09 @ 6:04 am

Did I every tell you about my friend and the broiled cat? Well, his wife had to be at church early, so he was trying to feed the kids and get them there on his own. He decided to make cheese toast in the broiler under the stove. He opens the broiler, turns around and grabs a tray of toast, puts it in, closes the door . . . and smells burning fur. He opens the door and the kitten comes streaking out, singed. Well, he was horrified, so he tossed six kids and a cat into the van to run to the only vet open on Sunday. Well, once the vet stopped laughing, he examined the cat and announced that it was STILL stupid, but otherwise fine. So they dropped off the cat and went to church late and unfed. It’s a bit hard to bring 6 kids in late without being noticed so people asked, and he explained . . . which was not a good idea. Everyone started joking about his best recipe-broiled cat.

Comment by LauraN 03.25.09 @ 12:00 pm

yup, it can be really fun. We like to play “what do you think that song really says”? around here. current winner “Six guitars and a circled wall” for “chicks, guitars and the third world war….

Comment by Carol 03.25.09 @ 1:25 pm

YAY! You visited me! That means you MUST be feeling much, much better.

I, on the other hand, still feel like…yuck. But I will say that reading your daily trials throughout the last few months humbled me something fierce. You are a force to be reckoned with, AlisonH. I just wish that I had more than a bit of your spunk right now.

Thanks for stopping by!

Comment by sunflowerfairy 03.25.09 @ 4:22 pm

Loved it. Laughed out loud.

Comment by Lene 03.25.09 @ 4:55 pm

Jackie French’s book mentioned is well loved by my grandchildren. We used to own 40 acres of bush a couple of hours out of Sydney. There were several, probably many, wombat burrows. When we visited for any length of time beyond a weekend, our cat would spend her time down a disused burrow as it was warm in winter and cool in summer. They dig enormous rambling burrows and often seemed to choose sandy soil under a bush track. When inhabited, the burrow was well repaired. However if empty, it rapidly deteriorated and sat there waiting for out car to come along at night. Result cave in and the car would have to be winched out next morning and the road repaired. If hit by a car on a main road, they can damage the car as they are very heavy and slow moving. I can tell you there is nothing like a dead wombat on the road in summer. We knew of it well in advance.

Comment by Jan 03.27.09 @ 4:16 am

Too funny!

I couldn’t figure it out until you told us.

So that inspired me to Google to figure something out: there was a Bible camp counselor visiting our church the other day, singing a song with the kids. He was facing 90 degrees to me, and I could NOT make out one line of the chorus; or at least, I was pretty sure I wasn’t hearing what I THOUGHT I was hearing. (I’m in my mid-40s, haven’t been tested, but both my parents who are in their late 60s have hearing loss, and I know that in crowds or if I’m not paying attention, I may not hear clearly.) The rest of the words made sense, but surely they weren’t singing, “He’s a rabbit for God”?

So after reading this, I researched on line (I asked my kids, who weren’t at that service, and they weren’t sure of the song). The real words? “He’s a radical God”! Oops.

Wombats, rabbits, all these furry mishearings!

Comment by Cathy-Cate 03.27.09 @ 3:55 pm

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