Obviously, my real name is not Beebon. And, in the interests of - well, I don't know what, maybe national security(?) - I'm not going to TELL my real name! But huge numbers of people on two continents call my only be this nickname: Beebon. Now, this is not the most melifluous nickname (did I spell that right?). But, like most nicknames, I didn't choose the thing. What happened is this: a loooong time ago, my friend's 2-year old son decided that, since he couldn't quite pronounce my real name, "Beebon" would do just fine. This child's mother thought it was cute (sigh), and started calling me that. Then all our mutual friends picked up on it, including my best friend. Well, this said best friend moved to Germany, and I followed 2 years later. She had a large group of friends there through our church, and soon all these people were calling me Beebon. As a matter of fact, rumor has it that my friends husband thought that it was my real name! Yikes! And to my friend's new son, I'm "Auntie Beebon". The saga continues...
Why am I even writing this? Because I've spent the past several hours at work editing a 130-page document that was written by a German national, filled with "Genglish", and I can't take it anymore!! Needed a break, so adding an entry to my blog is just the thing. Ok, whew, I feel better. I switched my iPod from Franz Ferdinand to Norah Jones, just to calm down. (BTW, I still love my nano, scratches and all. I consider them battle scars!).
I managed to get a nasty cold this week (probably from my Ryanair flight to Scotland), and let me tell you, I am soooo grateful that Scotland allows the sale of over-the-counter cold medicine. There I was, at Glasgow Prestwick at 5:00am, standing in line at the store with an armload of cough syrup, throat lozenges, and Nyquil. The stuff saved my life this week! You can't buy this stuff in Germany without a prescription, and while I can understand the concept, I wish people would also understand that, when I'm sick, the last thing I want to do is haul myself to the doctor's, wait 2 hours for a diagnosis of "cold", get my prescription, then haul myself to a pharmacy. There are herbal rememdies available, some of which are quite good (I've become addicted to chamomile tea), but when I'm really sick, I want drugs!
Still no news on the Chancellor of Germany front...Pleeeeeaaase let it be Merkel, God!
Oh, just had to add this: I just did a spell check on this blog, and it tried to change Beebon to Baboon. No comments, please.
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