Ratting myself out

In the interests of full disclosure:

Because of some of the blogs I read, I have become a very casual follower of the fortunes of the Illini. And following on my post of earlier today, I am now publicly admitting that until yesterday afternoon I pronounced "Illini" as Ill-ee-nee. I learned from ESPN and Kerry that it's Ill-eye-nye.

And my Mom's favorite: when I was about seven, we were driving somewhere and I asked her what a "ped-es-stray-shun" was. "A what?" "A ped-es-stray-tion. And what's an ex-ing?" After she told me that the word was "peh-des-tree-an" and what it meant and that "ex-ing" meant crossing, I pulled together all the diginity a seven-year-old is heir to and announced that from then on, a person who is walking is a pedestrian, but a person who is crossing the street is a pedestration. (I know, the twee-ness of it all is just overwhelming. Tough.)

And, of course, David clings to the futile hope that I will one day abandon my habit of saying "oh, pshaw!" as "oh, puh-sha!" and start saying "oh, sha!" when in fact the opposite is true. I have spread the "oh, puh-sha!" pronunciation like a virus. Heck, I still sometimes express relief by saying "few!" (spelled phew).

Few! I'm glad I got that off my chest.