Whaza? That means, “What’s up?” I made that up. Well, I’m taking credit for making it up, anyway. I can’t remember seeing it anywhere. I like taking credit for making up new words in the English language. Now that I own teenagers, I am learning teenagers make up new words all the time.
If you are a teenager, and you have a friend, or a boyfriend/girlfriend, you call them, “Bae”. Bet you didn’t know that. “Bae” is clever. I think it’s short for “baby”. Because who wants to waste all that time saying BAYYYYBEEEEE. Never. Not when you can just save a half hour by saying, “bae”. Right?
I know other words kids have made up too: yolo, subtweet, bra (not the lady kind), and noob. Are you impressed? You should be. That kind of knowledge doesn’t just happen without effort.
I’m going to try to sneak some of my own words into the English language. Will you help me get it started? I think I’ll gear my words towards busy women. We’re the ones who don’t have time to pronounce syllables, right? I’d like to start with “Gore”. Can you guess what that is? Let me put it in a sentence.
Hey Kids, “headed to the GORE!”
I know. You’re stumped. You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? Fine. I’ll put you out of your misery. ” GORE” is short for GROCERY STORE. Get it? You don’t have to say all those syllables any more. Just tell the kids you have to go to the GORE, and they’ll be like, “Woah, what the heck is Mom talking about with that new, made up language? She’s so cool. She always says words we don’t understand.” Show them how it feels.
Surprised you didn’t think of this first, aren’t you?
Making up words is a little harder than it might seem. I might need a touch more practice.
This might be one of the best summers I’ve ever had in my adult life. I can’t even tell you why exactly. Then again, Scott says I anoint a lot of things as, “the best”. It used to confuse him. How can this be the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? I thought you said that about yesterday’s cup?
Some people just like to ruin your fun, don’t they?
I come by this optimism naturally. My dad sits down to the best meal he’s ever had every night of his life. I know this kind of thinking can seem disingenuous. But, personally, this is one of my fav (short for favorite) qualities in my Dad. That guy can ALWAYS find something to get excited about.
Eddie mows my parent’s lawn. We have a little joke about Eddie’s visits over there. We say, “Hey Eddie, how were Grandma and Grandpa? Was Grandpa in a bad mood again? Did he treat you badly?” Then, we laugh, because that’s funny. Grandpa has lost almost all of his eyesight. He can’t drive, read or do most of the things he used to do. But, Grandpa is always in a good mood. Grandpa still gets excited about most things. And, Grandpa still thinks Grandma’s leftover meatloaf is the best meal he’s ever had…since the meatloaf he ate yesterday.
Yes. This had been the best summer ever. Thank you for asking. We’ve been doing things I enjoy. Like concerts on the square.
We’ve also been hiking the crap out of Devil’s Lake. We used to hike with our kids when they were little. We hiked multiple times a week. We over did it. When the kids got older they boycotted.
Now the kids are teenagers; they’re coming to their senses. They’ve been enjoying the lake and hiking with their friends this summer a LOT. They tell us about these adventures like it’s a new thing they discovered. Ingrates.
The kids went to the lake the other day with their friends. Scott and I followed them a bit later; you’ll be surprised to learn that when we got there, all the kids decided they were done. They wanted to go home.
Well, fine then. I’ll just go hiking with my bae.
We hiked along the base of the bluff at Devil’s Lake. Then, we went up and back down the bluff. I realized for the first mile Scott and I hiked, that I was talking incessantly. I decided I wanted to see what would happen if I stopped talking. It isn’t fair for me to monopolize the conversation all the time. I thought that Scott needs to have the space to share what’s in his mind too. I wondered how long it would take.
Scott never started talking.
When we got home Scott asked me, “Did I do something to offend you?”
At some point with people like my Dad and me there’s just the expectation of cheerfulness. It’s our burden, and we’ll happily carry it. Just don’t get all up in our grill when we like everything the best.
*Um…editor’s note. “Bae” is not short for baby. “Bae” is an acronym. Before. Anyone. Else. Feel free to throw this cool word into your next convo (short for conversation).