Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Halfway point of BAM(H)! POW! SOB!

Read this if you have forgotten what BAM(H)! POW! SOB! is!!!!

10. Where is the country of Anguilla and why haven't I heard of it until now?
Perhaps you have not heard of the country of Anguilla because it’s not actually a country, but rather a British overseas territory. It is located in the Caribbean Sea, near St. Martin and St. Barts. The name derives from the word for “eel” because the land has an eel-like shape. Its motto is “strength and endurance”, which I think means that you’ll be hearing about Anguilla for a long time to come. Because it’s so enduring.

Fun things to do in Anguilla apparently include sailing and cricket. About 40 percent of the population is Anglican. Also, it has spectacular coral reefs. The currency is the Eastern Caribbean Dollar, but U.S. currency is pretty widely accepted. A few weeks ago, Jimmy Buffett released “Live in Anguilla,” a 3-CD set which so far has received a 4 ½ star average from user reviews on Amazon.

11. Why did we never understand that Kink saying "Oh, go to" meant that she was telling us "to go to hell"?
This is a question that refers to Mary Henry’s and my grandmother, Kink. You can read a little more about Kink here: http://iwiggleitjustalittlebit.blogspot.com/2007/06/kink.html

Basically, when you got Kink angry or frustrated, or when she plain didn’t understand you, she’d squint up her eyes and say, “Oh, go to!” and that was pretty much the end of the conversation. Mary Henry and I have discussed that we both had sort of a delayed realization that she was telling us to go to hell. I guess my gut reaction to the original question is, we were obviously somewhat sheltered children who didn’t think much about hell, and who certainly didn’t believe that our grandmother wanted us there. But after doing some research for the first question, I’m inclined to believe that she was actually telling us to go to Anguilla. I mean, you should look at some pictures of that place. It looks really beautiful.

12. Who buys coffee that comes from meerkat poop?
Kink.

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