T is for Thing-Things
T is for Thing-Things
T is for ‘thing-things’ which is what I say when I can’t remember a word I’m looking for. For instance: “I put the tinned eggplant on the shelf in the kitchen with the thing-things”, or: “Do you want to order those thing-things that you like?” The phrase “thing-thing” is interchangable with ‘doflicky’, ‘whoseywhatnow’, ‘whatchamacallit’, and ‘thingiemabob’. Part of the reason I like ‘thing-thing’ is that it rolls so easily off the tongue, it doesn’t sound silly like ‘youknowwhat’, and it repeats. I like things that repeat. I like things that repeat. Did I mention that I repeat myself? Oh, yes, sorry I already did.
Some of the other things that I like that repeat are numbers, specificially times. Do you know how many times I see 11:11 on the clock? The correct answer is not “Probably twice a day…”. Smartypants! The point is that I see 4:44, 5:55, and 11:11 way more times than I see some random non-repeating time, such as 12:26 or 3:28. It’s spooky. Of course I’ll become really worried if the time I keep seeing is 6:66, but otherwise I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.
Once, quite a while back, I mentioned this to a work buddy who commented back that, oddly enough, her mother had been seeing 4:44 and 5:55 quite a bit and had remarked on it to her. At work whenever I notice 11:11 or 2:22, I call it out loudly. People no longer pay any attention to what I’m saying….
Another time I was telling a friend about 11:11 as we were crossing the street and a stranger heard me and started talking about the end of the world. He was even more strange than he was a stranger, so I disregarded his comments. Until one day I noted on the movie network, a film by the name of 11:11 playing. I quickly tracked down a copy of if for . I was so excited to think that the number thing was finally going to have some sort of interesting idea to associate with it. Wrong. Worst movie ever. This movie stunk. End of the world and the gates of hell are being opened and this is being foretold to a girl who spent her life in a mental institution because when she was 11, a ghost killed the escaped convicts that killed her parents and they thought she’d done it. Now the microwave is malfunctioning and she’s seeing messages in fires burning on the hardwood floors and dolphins are turning on their masters but she doesn’t want to say anything in case they think she’s crazy.
11/11/11 – Another really bad movie. Bad bad. Stupid bad. Not good in any way bad.
There’s a good reason I’ve become known to repeat myself and it is because I have two kids: Thing One and Thing Two. Or as I like to call them: #1 daughter and #1 son!!! Sometimes making sure that everyone knew what was on the go involved me having to say things not once, but more than once to more than one child. Sometimes I’d tell one kid something multiple times which would prompt said child to accuse me of repeating myself. Invariably that also meant that I’d forgotten to tell the other child, at all. Things have changed now that everyone is on their own, and I’m getting older. Nowadays, I just forget to tell both of them most everything.
Which brings me to the point about thing-things. As I get older my brain seems to make connections to weird randomness and drops connections with other things, like words. When that happens I will continue to call them thing-things and I’m sure you’ll all know exactly what I’m talking about. T is for Thing-Things. Have I mentioned I like thing-things?
This blog entry is part of a Challenge I am participating in for April 2013. It is an A to Z challenge (26 entries; 1 each day of the month, except on Sundays). The theme of my challenge is “My Relationship With _______.”