Warning: the following content is extremely inane. As usual, from me.
It’s Monday, I’m broke, and I really need to buckle down and try to drum up some business. I keep hearing the phrase, “Nose to the grindstone” in my head, except it’s actually, “Nose to the grimestone.” Now, I know it’s grindstone and not grimestone, but when my brother was little, he had so many ear infections that it really impacted his learning phonetically. So to this day my vocabulary is littered with words like grimestone, clobs instead of claws, let’s join hands and parade, so on and so forth.
Although this has nothing to do with phonics but just a child’s interpretation of things, I’m then reminded of the Blues Brothers. I don’t remember how old my brother was, six maybe, when we were watching the Blues Brothers movie and as Jake gets out of jail, they are returning his possessions to him: “One unused prophylactic. One soiled.” So of course my brother asks, “What’s a soiled?”
To this day, my mom refers to condoms as “soileds.”
I’m hoping now that I’ve shared this story with you I can actually get some work done today. Time to buckle down and put my nose to the grimestone.
So what exactly do you get by keeping your “Nose to the Grindstone?” I think a sharp nose or a lot of blood depending on the rigidity of your proboscis.
And What The Fishsticks is a “grime-stone?” Is it a dirty rock?
You vex me woman… I am so confused.
I’ve never understood the expression…it sounds painful to one’s nose, that’s for sure.
And yes, I always pictured the fabled “grime-stone” as just a dirty, slimy, rock. Something you certainly wouldn’t want to put your nose on.
Ewww.
Not much encouragement to work.
Thank you for spreading your estrogen around.
Here’s a some links on the origin of that saying…
http://tiny.cc/0nIQY http://tiny.cc/5SClg http://tiny.cc/5O2MB http://tiny.cc/Yh34l
Also, while I get the “Join hands and parade” error, I don’t get the “one inused prophylactic”—>”One soiled”…
Maybe I just need to say it out loud a few times…
Oh, and watch that nose on the grindstone; you wouldn’t want any inadvertant nose jobs. Especially the ones that leave you resembling a dog taht chased a parked car!
Regards
There was a song called, “I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now”,
But no one would ever tell me what a “Now” is.
Globes instead of Gloves.
As in my son, when he poop his pants the 4th time in pre-school told his teacher to
“Get the globes”
Too much info I know.
Oh and other fun thing would to be the lyrics we THOUGHT we heard
Like…A friend thought “back in Lodi again”
was of course, “Back in Ohio”
thought of to more:
pupcakes were cupcakes in my home for a lot of years and
tennis shoes were tissues too.
My favorite mommy request was for another tennis shoe.