Slam!
OK, I said I wouldn't blog much this week, but dangit if my children don't say funny stuff while I'm on a blog diet.
So this time it was Hayley.
She has a project for health and her topic is "Phobias." We were looking through an extensive list of phobias and laughing at the funny ones.
Then she came across "textophobia" which is the fear of certain fabrics or textiles. We laughed and then she said, "Well, Grandma certainly doesn't have that phobia."
(If you don't get the joke, then let me explain. Grandma has two, yes two, sewing rooms. And huge fabric piles in both of them. And in other rooms. In all seriousness, when my mother tells me to get something for her out of the sewing room, I have to ask "Which one?" Then she scowls at me. Pfffftthbhbht I say back. It's a legitimate question)
Another thing to tease Grandma about!
Other funny phobias:
Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons. (What is a Walloon? A shortened name for waterballoons?) (if you think that I need enlightening on the subject of Walloons, save yourself the wear and tear on your typing fingers. I actually don't care what a Walloon is. I've lived this long without knowing what they are and have managed just fine in my ignorance)
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat
Geniophobia- Fear of chins
Geumaphobia or Geumophobia- Fear of taste.
Kathisophobia- Fear of sitting down.
Lachanophobia- Fear of vegetables. (Hayley just told me that she has this phobia. My reply: I don't care. She has to eat them anyway. Her fear of the wrath of mother--maternalireaphobia--is much greater, believe me)
Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons. (For the love of all that is good and holy, WEAR A SHIRT THAT COVERS YOUR NAVEL!)
And that concludes our blogcast day. Thank you.
So this time it was Hayley.
She has a project for health and her topic is "Phobias." We were looking through an extensive list of phobias and laughing at the funny ones.
Then she came across "textophobia" which is the fear of certain fabrics or textiles. We laughed and then she said, "Well, Grandma certainly doesn't have that phobia."
(If you don't get the joke, then let me explain. Grandma has two, yes two, sewing rooms. And huge fabric piles in both of them. And in other rooms. In all seriousness, when my mother tells me to get something for her out of the sewing room, I have to ask "Which one?" Then she scowls at me. Pfffftthbhbht I say back. It's a legitimate question)
Another thing to tease Grandma about!
Other funny phobias:
Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons. (What is a Walloon? A shortened name for waterballoons?) (if you think that I need enlightening on the subject of Walloons, save yourself the wear and tear on your typing fingers. I actually don't care what a Walloon is. I've lived this long without knowing what they are and have managed just fine in my ignorance)
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat
Geniophobia- Fear of chins
Geumaphobia or Geumophobia- Fear of taste.
Kathisophobia- Fear of sitting down.
Lachanophobia- Fear of vegetables. (Hayley just told me that she has this phobia. My reply: I don't care. She has to eat them anyway. Her fear of the wrath of mother--maternalireaphobia--is much greater, believe me)
Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons. (For the love of all that is good and holy, WEAR A SHIRT THAT COVERS YOUR NAVEL!)
And that concludes our blogcast day. Thank you.
Comments
Is is just me or are all those phobias coming from very selfish people who just have too much dang time on their hands to think of obscure things to be afraid of and are just looking for another reason to get attention from others? A perfect example is a past acquaintance (I don't think I can even call her a friend as much as I might try) would go on and on about how much of a germiphob she was, making sure everyone noticed the hand sanitizer dangling from her purse strap or going on and about how she can't stand this or that or this or that. But then her kid was the grubbiest thing we'd ever seen with boogers, dirt, you name it constantly coating him, and she'd be cuddling with him or letting him wipe nasty slime on her without her wincing or wiping it off. That to me says the whole germiphobia thing was just a way to garner attention. Just my humble opinion.
Spot on, Hayley!!