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WMEO 9 — Feline News Desk Commentary- What’s in a Name

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The Newroom cats of WMEO prepare to share thier thoughts on the mews of the day

WMEO 9 — Feline News Desk Commentary- What’s in a name?

Broadcasting live from the living room newsroom

Banner: “WMEO 9 Breaking Mews: “The humans are renaming lakes now. Apparently renaming the Gulf of Mexico wasn’t enough — they’ve moved inland.”

Balboa: “Next up: renaming puddles. I call dibs on the one under the kitchen sink.”

Banner: “Experts say Lake Ontario might become Lake America. I say experts need a nap.”

Balboa: I renamed my litter box Lake Trump. It still smells and its still a terrible idea. Still more thought than the humans put into theirs.”

Banner: “Experts say renaming a lake doesn’t fix anything. I say experts should look at my brother’s litter box.”

Balboa: “Hey! My litter box is a natural ecosystem. It has layers and  history. It has… sediment.”

Banner: “It has EPA violations.”

Kitty Litter box with a sign designating it as Lake Trump. 2 crayons sit ont he floor

WMEO Educational Moment

Banner: “By the way, Lake Ontario already has a name. It comes from the Huron and Iroquois languages meaning ‘great lake,’ ‘beautiful lake,’ or ‘sparkling waters.’”

Balboa: “So it already had a good name. Unlike my litter box.”

Banner: “Correct. Some things don’t need renaming. Some things need cleaning.”

2 Newsroom cats signing off at the end of thier mewscast

 

Banner: “More updates as the humans continue renaming things nobody asked them to.”

This has been a WMEO Commentary. We Meow-You Listen

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Happy Birthday to Balboa, Age 6, Professional Diva

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Black house panther cat with striking yellow eyes lounging on a blanket, showing his diva personality.

A House Panther’s Sixth Year: Drama, Treats, and Tiny Claw Pokes

Six years ago, I adopted a “shy, skittish” cat. They said you’d hide. You’d be nervous. They did not say you’d become the CEO of the household and union leader of the Treats & Cat Grass Department.

You were never shy with me — but strangers? The door opens and you perform a disappearing act that would make Houdini proud. Banner might try to escape for adventure; you vanish to avoid conversation.

You’ve grown from a tiny lap kitten into a full-grown house panther who still needs pre‑appointment medication just to survive a vet visit. It’s a checkup, Balboa, not an assassination attempt. No one is plotting your demise; they just want to look in your ears.

Fireworks remain your mortal enemy. Banner watches them like he’s waiting for popcorn, but you hear one “pop” and immediately enter Witness Protection. This year’s barrage was especially bad; you’re still decompressing in your safe zones like a little furry war veteran, tucked into your kitty condos and behind the headboard. Can cats have PTSD?

But when the world is quiet? Balboa, you strut. You rule. It’s snacks on demand with the confidence of a cat who has never once paid rent. You boss your brother, you boss me, and you poke me with those tiny claws when you feel I’m not paying proper tribute.

Happy Birthday, Balboa. May your next six years be filled with treats, naps, and minimal explosions. You will always be my baby kitty.

 

Banner’s Closing Statement

“Yeah, yeah, Happy Birthday, Balboa. I’d have gotten you a present, but every toy I buy somehow becomes your toy anyway. Also, please stop screaming when the vet calls — you’re embarrassing both of us.”

 

The Reality Behind the Shot- Wildlife Photography Tales

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A large brown bear moves through dense autumn foliage, its head visible among branches covered in bright orange leaves.

The Truth About Wildlife Photography (As Told by a T‑Shirt)

Red fox baby on MondayEvery once in a while, something comes along that perfectly sums up an entire hobby. For wildlife photography, it isn’t a dramatic eagle shot or a fox leaping through golden light — it’s a T‑shirt. A T‑shirt that insists photography is simply “being in the right place at the right time”… followed by a dozen more “right” things, from the lens to the batteries to the background to the angle. It’s funny because it’s true, and every wildlife photographer knows it.

Why This T‑Shirt Gets It Right

People love to say, “Wow, you must have been lucky to get that shot.” Luck plays a part, sure, but it’s the smallest slice of the pie. Wildlife photography is mostly patience, persistence, and a willingness to stand in uncomfortable places for long stretches of time while your subject does absolutely nothing. It’s waiting for the light to cooperate, adjusting settings on the fly, and hoping your batteries don’t die at the exact moment a squirrel finally decides to pose. (Click Here for my squirrel Story)

The wildlife itself adds a whole extra layer of unpredictability. Animals don’t care about your perfect composition or your carefully chosen lens. They wander off, turn around, hide behind rocks, or stare at you like you’re interrupting their day. Sometimes they give you the “I might charge you” look, and suddenly the shot doesn’t seem quite so important anymore.

And yet, we keep doing it. Because every once in a while, everything lines up — the light, the moment, the subject, the settings, the batteries, and your own stubborn determination. You get the shot that makes all the waiting, sweating, freezing, and gear‑lugging worth it. (Having the right gear is very helpful too)

That’s why this T‑shirt is so perfect. It doesn’t glamorize wildlife photography. It doesn’t pretend it’s easy. It simply tells the truth with a wink: it takes a whole lot more than being in the right place at the right time. It takes all the “right” things coming together at once — and a photographer who’s willing to chase them.

Disclosure:

Some links in this post are affiliate links. If you decide to buy something through them, I may receive a small commission — it helps support the site and my photography adventures, at no extra cost to you. Team Arounddustyroads thanks you

 

Say What? A Stroll Through American Slang

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A hand holding a marker writes the words “SLANG LANGUAGE” in bold black letters, with a red line drawn underneath on a plain white background.

Finding Fresh Ways to Say It

As someone who writes daily, I’m always looking for ways to say things that don’t sound like the same old, same old. Which brings me to today’s topic — American slang. It’s a huge pool, and we’ll only scratch the surface, but let’s dive in and explore a few of our most familiar expressions.

OK — The Universal Word

Don’t tell me you don’t use it. Everybody says “OK.” The funny thing is, nobody really knows how it started. Most linguists believe “OK” came into use in the 1830s after it appeared as an abbreviation in a Boston newspaper. Then Martin Van Buren used it as a key part of his presidential campaign — and as they say, the rest is history. Honestly, I can’t imagine a world without “OK.”

Cool — Or Wicked, If You’re From Boston

This one slides in and out of favor but never disappears. “Cool” started with the jazz culture of the early 20th century. Those black‑shirted, beret‑wearing hipsters used it to describe anything the opposite of flashy or hot. Now it’s just part of everyday vocabulary. Of course, if you’re from Boston, you probably say “wicked.” Same vibe, different accent. (How about “Wicked Cool?”)

The Whole Nine Yards

Truth is, no one knows where this one began. Explanations range from ammunition belts to fabric yardage. Whatever its origin, we all know what it means — going all in. (Or if you prefer, the whole enchilada.)

Hands Down

If someone wins “hands down,” they win easily, without real competition. The phrase comes from horse racing, where a jockey comfortably ahead could relax, lower the reins, and coast across the finish line. So if you won that round fair and square — hands down — you’ve earned bragging rights.

Cops — Not Just Constables on Patrol

Ever wonder why we call those men and women in blue “cops”? Despite the popular myth that it stands for “constable on patrol,” that’s a modern backronym. The real origin likely traces back to the verb cop, meaning “to catch or seize,” which dates to 17th‑century English slang.

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

If you say someone is “barking up the wrong tree,” you’re telling them they’re misinformed or chasing the wrong idea. The phrase comes from hunting dogs — coon hounds that, after chasing a raccoon, would bark furiously at the base of the wrong tree. Oops.

Food for Thought

American slang is colorful, creative, and constantly evolving. It’s part of what makes our language so lively.

I wrote this with my ESL teacher friend in mind — because if slang confuses native speakers, imagine trying to explain it to someone learning English from scratch. No wonder her students look at her like she’s speaking Martian. This one’s for you, Nancy.

Let me know what your favorite slang expressions are. I’d love to hear the ones that make your conversations cool, wicked, or just plain OK.

 

 

I Sound Like My Grandparents… and I’m Okay With It

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Whimsical drawing of an elderly couple surrounded by decorative leaves, perfect for a blog post about old‑fashioned sayings and grandparent phrases.

Your Grandparents Said What?

Oh no. According to an article I read, I apparently sound like my grandparents. I found this little gem on Bing — I love checking out their shorts. They’re perfect bite‑sized sparks when I’m stuck for ideas, and honestly, even when I’m not stuck, they serve up all kinds of interesting things.

So today I was reading 17 phrases your grandparents said that nobody says anymore… except I use a lot of them. As I put this list together, I had to laugh — I still use so many of these. My grandparents would be proud… or concerned. But don’t worry, we’re not going through all 17. I’ll just touch on the ones I still use today.

“Happy as a clam.”

Are you enjoying life? Are you content? I can tell you that Banner, curled up in his sink, is happy as a clam. Living in Massachusetts, where clamming is practically a sport, it’s no surprise this expression stuck around — dated or not.

“Close the door — were you born in a barn?”

Ouch. I don’t use this one myself (no kids to yell at), but I can still hear my mother shouting it, and wow did it sting. None of that “sticks and stones” stuff for me — words absolutely can hurt.

“Keep your shirt on.”

Did you know this probably goes back to the early 1900s, when men would take off their shirts before a fight? Apparently they were more afraid of coming home with a torn shirt and facing their wife than they were of getting a bloody nose.

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

I use this one all the time. If someone invites me over, I might very well say it without thinking. Turns out it comes from the bells used to decorate a horse’s bridle or sleigh. Who knew? But I still say it today.

There are so many more. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Go pound sand. You got your ears lowered. I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. The list goes on, but we’re out of time. And honestly, I don’t like to think I’m outdated. After all, I still use wicked to be cool.

How about you — do any of your grandparents’ sayings still sneak into your vocabulary? Drop yours in the comments — I’d love to see which ones you grew up with.