Right smack dab in the middle

That's a real conversation, I kid you not.

My eye is okay but now I'm wondering where the expression "smack dab" came from. 

The evolution of the phrase is kind of interesting.   The expression has been in common use for roughly 200 years in the United States.

Smack dab is southern Americanism mutated from the British word "slapdash".  "Slapdash" means colliding with force and halting abruptly.  

The word "slap", incidentally, is derived from the German word "schlappe". 

Slap means to hit something with force.  Smack is fairly equivalent to that.  

Dab is also a Britishism meaning being skilled or clever at something.

Smack-dap means to hit something directly or squarely.  

So, there you have it - smack dab.

Can you actually go blind if you get hot sauce in your eye?  I wasn't able to find a definitive answer.  However, my advice would be to avoid getting hot sauce in your eyes at all cost because it hurts like Hell . . . literally.

I like breaking the rules

A cardinal rule . . . what kind of rule?  An angry bird rule?  God forbid you disobey an angry bird!!

Seriously, though, I always thought the term ‘cardinal rule’ referred to some sort of religious tenet that morphed into an everyday saying about an all important directive that must be obeyed.

Well . . . suffice to say, I was wrong.  Shocking, I know.  But, it happens now and again.

The word ‘cardinal’ comes from the root word 
‘cardo’, which in Latin translates to ‘hinge’ or ‘that on which something turns or depends’.  Therefore, something cardinal is important because all else hinges upon it.  It is a fundamental rule . . . something that is essential that cannot be deterred from.

A cardinal rule could be: Isn't it the first cardinal rule of perm maintenance that you are forbidden to wet your hair for at least 24 hours after getting a perm at the risk of deactivating the ammonium thioglycolate? 

Back to the church . . . before it was all powerful and had such a grand hierarchy and far reaching authority on everything and everyone . . . a cardinal was simply a clergyman being that he was attached to the church . . . much like a door is attached by a hinge to  a building.  

And back to that angry bird . . . why is it red?  Well, because somehow the name cardinal went from being a simple man to a prince (of the church) and was clad all in red . . . the bird was thusly name because it was all red much likes the robes of churchly princes.

No, he was not red because he was angry; you people and your imaginations.  Sheesh!

Grilled Cheese Cheese Stuffed Cheeseburger

Two Slices of Bread

Two Slices American Cheese

One Slice Swiss Cheese

One Half Pound of Lean Hamburger

Butter

Sliced Tomatoes

3 Slices Crisp Bacon

Divide the hamburger into two patties.  Fold the Swiss cheese into a square and press into the center of one of the patties.  Top with the second patty and press to seal edges. 

Grill or fry hamburger, until done.

In the meantime butter two slices of bread, and lay on frying pan, add cheese to the slices of bread and grill till cheese melts and crispy brown on the other side.

Lay cooked hamburger on one of the bread and cheese slices.  

Top with tomato slices and bacon. 

Serve your amazing creation.

One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.

Sometimes a thought or a question just pops into my head and I have to investigate it or know the answer or find a solution.  And you, dear reader, are the benefactor of the whims of my brain farts and the resulting researches . . . aren’t you the lucky one!  I wish I was as awesome as you!

Today’s random inspiration . . . pimples.  Not just any kind of pimple but the kind that consistently return to the same location with similar resulting ickiness.

I have one . . . it’s not painful, it doesn’t appear to be in ingrown hair and it’s not particularly disfiguring but it shows up fairly regularly in the same exact spot. 

I know it’s kind of a gross topic but albeit from me to deprive you, my dear reader, of the knowledge I’ve gained from looking into the topic.

First of all the most controversial advice . . . pop it, don’t pop it . . . with all kinds of substantiating information as to why or why not.  Yeah, that helps.  Not.

From what I was able to glean from the voluminous amount of information out there, the most plausible causes for a pimple popping up in the same place seem to be:

1.  This spot on my face may have increased and sustained release of hormones responsible for acne (meh)

-and/or-

2.  Improper hygiene (uhm, I don’t think so)

-and/or-

3.  Since I go along with the pop-it recommendation . . . that there is still some gunk left underneath the skin that hasn’t been "processed" yet so another pimple comes up in the exact same place. They eventually go once that area has been completely drained. (hmmm)

-and/or-

4.  Constant touching of the same part . . . it’s possible that this area is being irritated by the protective glasses I wear, both at work and at the shooting range.  That fits. (aha!

And as long as we’re talking about pimples . . . the word “zit” came into poplular usage in the 1960’s.  the term may be related to the German "Zitze", which means teat, nipple.

There you go.  Now you know.

I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.

Rodney Dangerfield