happy midweek with a little english

It’s a beautiful Wednesday morning and there is some one downstairs blaring Metallica from his motorcycle. Hmmmmmm I wonder if its my ride, my prince charming coming to take me and ride into the sunset which means I get the day off hahaah - God how I wish lol and if my dreams ever did go that far I know who will be on that Harley ahh yes those were the days heehee but anyways its 7am just killing and goofing off time before I leave for work .It’s the midweek finally and that means were a whole lot closer to the weekend.im looking forward to weekends, more time to do other things it seems. My week days are filled both at work and home and as much as I blog the amount that I do , i guess i try and make time for it as much as possible .for me blogging is an escape from all the days stresses and what nots.

Well anyways, I just wanted to wish everyone a great morning & a great midweek be it today or tomorrow or later wherever you are in the world. And before I end this short blog here is something my cousin Zareen sent to me which got me to thinking and maybe you too – its all about the beauty of the English language – hope it makes you smile, make you ummm, makes you go ahhhh , makes you laugh, makes you think and most importantly makes your day! Enjoy the read..

Have a great day everyone smile…

The English Language Asylum for the Verbally Insane

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,
Why 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. 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.

So if Father is Pop, how come Mother isn't Mop?

And that is just the beginning--even though this is the end!