Posted by kim on April 18, 2009
Last year at my Grandma Betty’s 84th Birthday Party (at the bar no less), we were talking about a local couple’s 40th wedding anniversary coming up. I replied that I thought their eldest son was already 40. No, my grandma corrected me, but he would be soon though as he was born with burnt feet.
Burnt feet?
Yeah, the bun came out of the oven too soon.
Like Premature? Wouldn’t they be doughy then?
No, they had to get married.
So, the conclusion was that one is born with burnt feet when they were conceived before their parents got married. My Aunt Squeak knew the term well already having heard it several times from her mother. But she was definitely not born with burnt feet as she is frequently reminded she was an “Oops” baby born 13 years after her older brother (my dad).
Me, on the other hand, er foot, definitely have hot feet. My parents got married in June, and I was born in September of that same year. So we started doing the math on other family members. We were shocked to learn my eldest cousin (not present to defend herself) had been born with burnt feet as well.
Fast forward to Grandma Betty’s 85th birthday this year (same time, same place), only this time the whole family was present, including said cousin above. So we broke the news to her. She said she did the math when she was seven, but seemed disturbed over the burnt feet phrase and wanted to know its origin. Heck if we could help her out.
So, I googled it. She googled it. Nothing. Although this post on Burned Feet and Hairy Backs distracted me for a minute. Urban Dictionary couldn’t even help me out. Maybe Grandma Betty made up the expression herself. Who knows? Anyone have any input?
Posted by kim on June 15, 2008
Yes, I’ve been slacking on the blog posts. I was gonna claim I’ve been a “busy beaver”, but Urban Dictionary’s definition differs vastly from mine. So, what have I been up to? About 5′ 7″. Sorry, couldn’t resist the joke.
Speaking of jokesters, for one of my class reunions, I volunteered to type up the questionnaires of what everyone has been up to. People wrote their name, address, spouse, work, etc. Under “Children”, the former Homecoming King wrote “Waiting to see if I get any cards on Father’s Day”. And to think I dated him after that. Can’t say he was ever boring. Anyway, I think of that damn near every Father’s Day.
I’m not real close to my dad, as you long time readers would know, so I’ve been trying to muster some energy to go give him a card today. But the problem was just solved as he called asking me to loan (aka give) him some money, so I added a “happy” greeting to the call, and figured the money will be his present.
I had my Lasik enhancement surgery Friday and all went well. I can see better already, although my computer screens appear to not be as clear as before. If I need cheap eyeglasses for computer work, I’ll be okay with that. But I can definitely now see the detail on the camper that sits at the end of the culdesac, a camper belonging to new neighbors that now blocks my view of the passerby traffic. So much for my perfect view from my office window.
And isn’t it funny how I forgot just how much I hate to paint until one of my daughters wanted to move into the guest bedroom and paint the room hot pink. So we cleaned out the toy room (aka Barbie town) to move the guest bed in there, and painted away. It was so much easier to paint before trim was up and carpet was laid! And then she wanted a black stripe all the way around the room. Thinking what a pain it would be to paint a black stripe (the measuring and making straight), I had this *brilliant* idea to buy a couple rolls of black shiny duct tape, and it looks impeccable.
What I’m listening to on iTunes: “Last Name” by Carrie Underwood Reminds me of the movie “What Happens in Vegas” – great date movie, btw.
