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A few weeks ago, I was at dinner and was having trouble deciding between the options for dessert.  I decided to handle it like I did when I was a kid, closed my eyes, and did the rhyme for "Inka-binka bottle of ink..." And that made me think of something I had never ever thought about before.  Do other countries/languages have their own forms of "Inka-binka"?  So I asked my Finnish friends at the table if there was a little sing-songy rhyme they used when they were kids, and suddenly the whole table was chanting "Entten tentten teelika mentten..." at me.

After I calmed down and realized it was NOT a Satanic chant, they translated it for me and said that it's just like "Inka-binka" in that it's mostly gibberish and the last line eliminates something. 

This was all so cute and charming and got me very curious about other languages, too, so I surveyed all my bilingual friends and got them to share theirs.  Here they are...


English

Eeeny, meeny, miney, moe Catch a tiger by his toe If he hollers make him pay Fifty dollars every day My mother told me to pick the very best one And you are not it!

Self-explanatory....

Inka-binka bottle of ink Cork fell out and you stink!

Self-explanatory....

Finnish

Entten tentten teelika mentten Hissun kissun vaapula vissun Eelin keelin lot viipula vaapula Vot eskon saun piunpaun Nyt mä lähden tästä pelistä pois Puh pah pelistä pois!

Gibberish gibberish gibberish Gibberish gibberish gibberish Gibberish gibberish gibberish Gibberish gibberish gibberish Now I am going out of this game Puh pah game off!

German

Enemenemiste es rappelt in der kiste Enemenemeck und du bist weg Weg bist du noch lange nicht Sag mir erst wie alt du bist 1 2 3 4 du bist weg

Gibberish shaking in the box Gibberish and you are gone Are you still a long way away? Tell me just how old you are 1 2 3 4 you are gone

Spanish

Pito pito, gorgorito Donde vas tú tan bonito A la era, verdadera, pin, pon, fuera, La vaca lechera, se cagó en la carretera

Whistle whistle, gargle, Where are you going so beautiful, To the thresher, ping pong outside, The milk cow is shitting on the road

French

Am stram gram pic et pic et colegram Bour et bour et ratatam am stram gram. Qui a pété? ca sent les chicorée 1 2 3 ce sera bien toi!

Gibberish gibberish gibberish Gibberish gibberish gibberish Who farted? It smells like andives 1 2 3 it is definitely you!

Dutch

Alle indianen, schieten met bananen Pief poef paf en u broek zakt af!

All the Indians are shooting with bananas Pief poef paf now you lost your trousers!

Swedish

Ällinga, vällinga, vattenspruta. Slog en käring mitt på truta Här ska du få, ditt otäcka troll för att du inte kan räkna till tolv! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12!

Formula, water injection Slapped an old bitch in her face Here's for you, you nasty troll Because you can't count to twelve! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12!

Trolls who are bad at math?  Andive farts?  Banana guns??  My stinky ink suddenly doesn't seem so interesting anymore...

I leave tomorrow for Helsinki to work for my new client, an unnamed Finnish cell phone manufacturer.  Here is an example of how business with the Finns is going so far:

Me: "Will I have a desk phone, and if so, do you have any idea what the number will be?"

Finn: "There is no desk phones in Nokia just mobile  ;) "

I am currently reading a book on some of the most colorful senators in the history of the United States.  Some of these men were fantastic orators, and their quick wit often seems to have displayed itself on the Senate floor in the form of some major burns on their opposing senators.

Thomas Hart Benton was the senator from Missouri in the mid-1800s.  He was a huge believer in the Union and of manifest destiny, and a tough son of a bitch to boot.  (One sentence describes, "True, he had not killed a man since his early days in St. Louis...")  As Missouri was a slave state, poor Benton became a fairly unpopular figure during negotiations for the Compromise of 1850, as he became frustrated with the requirements to only annex states in pairs of slave/free states (so as not to disrupt the balance in Congress), as he felt this was halting westward progress and was caving to sectional pettiness and not the greater good of the Union.

Blah blah, there's your history lesson.  Now time for the insults.

He had an intense rivalry with Senator Henry Foote of Mississippi, who threatened to tarnish Hart's name:

"I intend to write a small book in which l'affaire Benton would play a leading role."

To which Benton replied:

"Tell Foote that I shall write a very large book in which he will not figure at all!"

To which I replied:

"Ooooh!! BURN!"

Friday was Halloween, and it was a mighty slow day at work.  Lots of people worked from home that day, my costume was crap, I didn't have much to work on, and so I started drinking beers out of the office fridge around 3pm.  I got a little tipsy and was happy to find some of my Texas friends on IM, so I was typing along and giggling and not 100% paying attention when I got this error message from Microsoft Outlook:






Apparently I tried to snooze a meeting for "eye" minutes.  And Microsoft did not like.

Back in August, I bought 2 tickets to the big Dallas/Ewing/Southfork celebration that's coming up in November.  (One for me, one for my sister.)  A few weeks ago, I ended up getting a third ticket for my friend Shashana...and spent two days on the phone trying to get a hold of someone who could answer some questions about seating so that I could be sure that the 3 of us could sit together even if our tickets weren't purchased in the same bundle.  No one could give me a straight answer, so I just took a chance and trusted we could work it all out when we arrived at Southfork Ranch on night of the event.

Today, almost 3 full weeks later, I finally get my call returned.  (!?)  And it was the strangest voicemail message I think I have ever received.  The voice had creepily perfect diction, and the message started like this:

"Hi Halee, my name is Brad Stevens and I'm the co-producer of an event.  Called the Dallas 30th Anniversary Cast Reunion.  And Ewing Barbeque.  At Southfork."

Brad Stevens talks weird.  He puts full stops.  Where there should just be pauses.  Maybe Brad Stevens.  Is a recording?

"I'm noticing that you have a question about seat-ing.  For three of you.  And whether your third friend who may be joining you will be available to sit.  Together.  Or will be allowed to."

I'm pretty sure my friend is available to sit, Brad.

"The general answer, Halee, is: I think so...but I would like to visit with you a little bit.  BRIEFLY.  If you get a chance.  You can call me.  We'll have a BRIEF chat."

What are you trying to tell me, Brad?  You don't want to have a nice long whispery talk with me for hours and hours, where we both fall asleep on the phone together?  Okay.  I think I can keep our conversation BRIEF.  Unlike your voicemail. 

P.S. Listen for yourself...

As I walked past the counter while holding a cup of water...

Him: "Excuse me, miss?"
Me: "...."
Him: "Miss!?!"
Me: "Huh?  Me?"
Him: "There is a hole in your soda cup there."
Me: "Huh?  Me?"
Him: "Your cup."
Me: "Yeah?"
Him: "There's a hole in it."
Me: "There is?  Oh goodness, am I dripping water everywhere??"  *frantically checking bottom of paper cup*
Him: "Don't you see the hole?"
Me: *continuing to frantically investigate cup's structural integrity*
Him: "The hole is in the top of the cup!    Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahaha!!"

My parents are currently here in Seattle visiting me.  I have dragged them all over: to the pier, through the city, on a lake, through the channel, around the Sound, up the highway, around the casino, etc.  It's always fun to have visitors because it gives me a chance to do some of the sight-seeing stuff I neglect to do as a resident.  And it's always hilariously fun when the visitor is my dad. 

The best way to explain is to provide all his out of context commentary that I documented over the past three days.

Griping at me for trying to pay for stuff...
"Now listen little stinky pot, you're not paying for nothing while we're here."

Modifying his hamburger order at Red Mill because he didn't want a kaiser roll...
"Can I get it on a regular bun instead of a keesher bun?"

Upon seeing a road sign for Tukwila...
"How do you say that?  Tooka-koala?"

Upon seeing a road sign for Snohomish and Wenatchee...
"Have you ever been to...Sn...Snotchy-botchy?"

Trying to learn Jackie and Jeremy's names in advance of meeting them...
"What time are we supposed to meet Jackie and Jerry?"
"What were their names again?  Jessica and Stuart?  No, no, I'm sorry, not Stuart...Delmar?"
"Let me think...Jessica and....Donald?"
"How old is Jackie and Jimmy?"

Mashing up golf, tennis, and horse racing...
"Was there ever a horse named after Greg Norman?  There was after Chris Evert!"

Commenting on the strength of Starbucks coffee...
"Strawback coffee is strong."

Disappointed that the senior special breakfast only came with one egg...
Dad: "I think this is only half an egg."
Me: "Dad...it's a fried egg!  How do you fry half an egg?"
Dad: "Well, that's what I wanted to know!"

Adding more commentary to the Puget Sound cruise...
" 'Barnacle' was the name of the cafe in that John Candy movie, and they won a race in it."

Gawking at people downtown...
"Does she have pink hair?  Or does she have pink hair?"

Trying to classify how a boat is or is not a ferry...
"That's not a ferry!  Where's the ferris wheel?"

Back in my hometown, I am often entered into sports "contest" rings without my knowledge.  My dad or my pretend uncle Johnny will buy extra squares or entries or whatever in a given contest, and then just put my name on it since they can't legally enter multiple times.  I realize this is borderline identity theft, but usually when my name wins...they're very good about sharing the winnings even though I totally had nothing to do with it.

For the Superbowl, my dad entered me in some weird contest where you have a number for Team A, and another number for Team B.  If at any point during the game, if both teams' scores end in your corresponding numbers, you win a wad of cash.  Well, my name won a wad of cash!  I got an envelope in the mail from my dad, which contained a check and this poem:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Eli made the throw
So here's your dough

My dad is so cute.  He always tries to be poetic, but he doesn't understand that it is possible for a poem to not start with "Roses are red..."

Also, in the memo line on the check, he put: "for car repairs".  ???

I was recently going through a special document I have called "Quotations from Various Smurfs.doc."  In it I found this important list of instructional tips for how to succeed in bowling.  I remember going to the bowling alley alone one day, purely to work on my form and do a self-assessment.  Here are the fruits of that research:

1. move index finger
2. get out of own way / drag feet
3. opposite arm flare
4. follow through
5. crouch / lunge
6. flip off opponent

I hope you find this useful in your bowling efforts.

(5:01:27 PM) Matthew:  they delivered my turkey today. thats like 5 whole days early. chris is home sick so its at the homeless place
(5:01:41 PM) halee: what if the homeless eat it???
(5:01:41 PM) Matthew: i guess i would be ok with a homeless person eating it, but id still be bummed
(5:01:46 PM) halee: "bummed!?!?!?"

He didn't even mean to do that, that's how magic Matt is.