Da weekend

Den här helgen slår den förra med hästlängder. Har haft en väldigt trevlig och angenäm helg med andra ord :) I fredags var det dags för lekafton och jag hade i alla fall trevligt. Det var trevligt sällskap, lekar och tävlingar, snacks och skratt. De stackars grannarna var nog inte lika glada över ljudnivån och sången men de sa inget i alla fall.

Igår njöt jag av en lång sovmorgon, plockade undan lite efter festen och la mig i soffan och läste tills det var dags att åka hem till svärmor på middag. Alltid lika god mat och alltid lika trevligt. Vi sjöng Singstar i timmar och åt en massa gott.

Söndag idag och bio står på schemat! Jag ska äntligen gå och se Män som hatar kvinnor och sukta efter vår älskade Mikael Nyqvist ;) Innan dess kanske man ska passa på att få lite tvätt tvättad eller nåt...

Jag har helt ärligt snott denna lilla text om engelska språket från Glorias blogg. Mycket underhållande, enjoy!


We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
And get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

I WOULD LIKE TO ADD THAT IF PEOPLE FROM POLAND ARE CALLED POLES THEN PEOPLE FROM HOLLAND SHOULD BE HOLES AND THE GERMANS, GERMS