

You all know how my head is full of meaningless stuff. Trivial bullshit that I have collected over years. Years of half read books and magazine skimmings riddled along with TV flippage.
(yes there was a time I watched television a lot. I out grew it.)BUT, it has been brought to my attention that I do not know something trivial, and so today I must find out….the difference between dinner and supper.
So using my vast resources normally only brought out for New Word Thursday, I have discovered this: Originally dinner meant the largest meal of the day and supper meant the last meal of the day. Dinner, being the largest meal, was, at the time (around the year 1200), the midday meal. But as times change, so did when the largest meal of the day was consumed, so dinner became synonymous with supper. And to just really throw you off, lunch was originally something light eaten between meals, better known as an afternoon snack.
Surely, it was Americans who screwed up the meaning of all three and now we just say, “Let’s go get something to eat.”
If you are wondering something, you too, can drop me an email. I may not be able to answer every question, but I will try. Or at least fake it good. You’ll feel great either way.
I really love music. All kinds of music. I went to the library and got a bunch of CDs by different blues and jazz artists. Seems I get on a kick of wanting to hear something and listen to it until I am sick. My ears cannot get enough, it sounds so good. And until my belly aches to hear something different, I will keep dishing it out.
It’s just like candy; candy to my ears.
Memphis Slim, Muddy Waters, Lightning Hopkins, B.B. King..Throw in some Billie Holliday, Ella Fitzgerald, James P. Johnson, Bessie Smith every now and again: … whew.. I am getting a bellyache just thinking about it.
I’ll be on some other genre kick later in the week I’m sure. I’m fickle like that.
The bug started her own blog. And in the most motherly like way I know how to be, I refused to help her set it up. Ok, I’ll get on later in the week and help clean it up a bit, but she did ok figuring it out for herself. She even wrote about something decent: the holocaust. It’s probably the only subject she knows anything about right now, since they are reading about it in school.
Good for her. At least she’s not writing about boys and crappy rap music. Perhaps she will confine that garbage to her MySpace page. I will ask her if I can let you know where to find her blog. She may want to wait until she has something else on there. I may not help her set it up, but I will respect that she is the owner. I’m nice like that.
Have you been stopping by for an Afternoon Quicky with Wendy? If not, you don’t know what you’re missing. Ok, you can catch up by scrolling down here to previous posts or going to my
YouTube channel or to
UStream. I’m all over. You can’t miss me, I’m the blond who doesn’t know how to say what she wants to say half the time. You’ll get used to it. Plus it surely makes you feel smarter than me even if I am only slightly entertaining. Sometimes I might send you to a pretty cool site. You never know.
So make sure you stop by later in the afternoon for that, or better yet, why don’t you just sign up to follow me over to the right here and that way it just ends up in your reader or your inbox.
Thanks for stopping by, and go see Keely over at
UnMom. She really is the coolest. I just play cool around here. It doesn’t work, usually. But I feel better when I do.
*UPDATE* the bug said I could share her blog page with you: Skipping a Step
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