Bubbles, Baked Balls, and Vagina Bones

Bubbles:
Have you ever said a word so many times that it loses meaning?  Next thing you know you are turning letters over in your mouth creating a sound with your tongue and you can't even think of the actual word though you can picture it in your mind.  Words can be a very entertaining conversation topic, ranging from pronunciation, meaning, inflections...
Have you ever thought about words and saying them in a different tone of voice than it would normally be said in?  Recently it has been called to our attention that "Bubbles" does not translate into an angry tone of voice well.  I have narrowed it down to two reasons why, in my opinion, this is true.
1.  Almost every time I say it I smile.  Even if my voice is "angry" I crack a smile.  Note to self, I need to try this while in fight with friend, significant other, family member, etc.
2.  It simply does not sound angry, even in an "angry" voice.  No one can take you seriously.  Bubbles are clear/iridescent pockets of air (or gas, if we are going to get all science smart).  They are used at kids parties, weddings, for bathes, and many other things.  I think of The Little Mermaid or even Finding Nemo.  They simply are not an angry thing.
It is hilarious seeing Boss Lady, all of 5' tall and blond, say bubbles in an angry voice.  One has to put on an angry face, more than the tone of voice has to be changed to actually get the word out, otherwise you end up smiling.

Baked Balls:
I was looking for a recipe, "Baked Balls" came up.  I don't think that I need to elaborate anymore on this.

Vagina Bone:
Anatomy was one of my favorite classes.  I remember taking it in high school.  It was hands on, we got to color in the anatomy books.  The human body is pretty fun to learn about.
Recently, I had a discussion with a teenager, in our tiny office, about the "vagina bone."  Her hips cracked and we all stared at her.  She asked, "Do you think that's my vagina bone popping?"  Now, she is smart.  There is no way she seriously believed it was her vagina bone, but the way she said it had me almost on the floor cracking up.  After looking at diagrams and investigating, she now knows that her pelvis makes up her "vagina bone" and that it is, in fact, not named "vagina bone."  Though, the fact that the Pubis is the part of the pelvis that is closest to that region, I'm pretty sure she will maintain the new term "vagina bone."   Apparently, teenagers today believe that it is a "vagina bone."  How startling it will be for all the teenage males to learn that they, too, have a "vagina bone."

Case of the Mondays: One

Have you ever had a weekend that just wasn't enough rest and work Monday almost seemed excited because it would slow you down?
Yes, not at all applicable to me.  Wild and crazy Friday night held a holiday party full of alcohol, a fabulous white elephant gift exchange, following up at a bar after, and me demanding Captain America to pull over so I could promptly throw up...in a driveway...where he stopped.  Keeping it classy.  Mind you, I have a cold on top of this all.  Even with a Saturday and Sunday of resting and sleeping and crafting (oh my!), today is so full of exhaustion I have already fallen asleep on the floor for over an hour.  I'm going to blame my cold and the extremely cold weather outside.

Crock-Pot

After a VERY long holiday week entertaining family (divorced parents, sister and her family, cousin popping the question to his long time girlfriend) I was extremely happy to come back to work and be alone at home.
While The Father was visiting for the whole week before Thanksgiving we made a much needed Costco run.  I have been thinking I should get a Crock-Pot for myself.  I do not cook.  I do not enjoy it and because I am not well versed in it, it takes me forever to get through a recipe.  The whole idea of cutting stuff up and dumping it in a crock-pot and letting it cook all day and not having to do any boiling, simmering, frying, or sauteing is brilliant for me.  There are also some awesomely tasty things on Pinterest that I need a Crock-Pot to make.  Sweetly, bob got me a Crock-Pot for Christmas.  Yes it is early, but I don't get to go home for Christmas.

Sitting in the office with Boss Lady, I was talking to her about my Crock-Pot and all of the creations that are possible.  Her back was to me doing paperwork on the computer, and I was facing her not knowing if she was really listening...especially when she wasn't reacting.  Now I know she was just absorbing.
Grey: "I can make so many things!  ...Tofu."
          "Futon."
          "Fondue! It's fondue!  I've meant fondue!"
Boss Lady turned around in her chair and looked at me, "Tofu? Futon? Fondue?  Those are not even related!  How did you get Tofu and Futon?"
In my mind the words are similar, phonetically.  All of the F, O, U, T/D.  Regardless, it was a hilarious moment.  I'm sure I will attempt and make something with tofu and another time fondue, and make sure I eat both on a futon just because.  Then I will tell Boss Lady about it.