Fujo: a made up word by my friend who works in southeast africa that basically means messed up. Derived from the time when you just had a moment, a day, when stuff was just kdfjkdfa so you made up a word to describe it- fujo.
I like this word. I learned it working at OCC and use it as often as applicable. Lately, I have been fujo-ing things. Its never really serious things, just moments where I am like, "oh well that was fujo" For instance....
Saturday- My friend Nicole's birthday is coming up next week and I love birthdays. I asked her what dessert she wanted and was thrilled at the suggestion of a key lime pie- it is my FAVORITE of all favorites. I found a recipe on pinterest and decided to make a practice pie on sunday. If I am going to make enough dessert for 45 people, I am going to practice first. My friend Rebekah offered to help so we began the task of sqeezing limes. Everything was assembled and in the oven. 325 degrees for 15-17 minutes....the buzzer went off so I ran to check it. Burnt on top, scrambled goo on the inside- scrambled lime eggs. I was less than thrilled. I could not understand why that happened until I noticed the oven dial. One of our kitchen ladies had turned the oven up to 450 degrees with my pie in there and I didnt notice. I wanted to throw the pie away before anyone saw and tried to eat it but it was too late. It was placed on the dinner table and falsely advertised as food. 2 days of people thinking it was pie, tasting it, having lots of questions and me trying to explain that it was messed up and it wouldnt hurt my feelings if they just admitted that it was gross. FUJO
Sunday- I fell off a counter trying to avoid a spider. FUJO.
Monday- I got home from work late, my hair in a knot, covered in pee that wasnt my own. FUJO.
I am glad I can see all of these things on paper because in total they are really only worth laughing about. I am blessed that I can make key lime pie or whatever that was in Haiti, that I did avoid the spider, that I had 6 children swarming and tangling my hair today because white girl hair is a novelty and got to hold one close enough that he peed on me.
I am blessed even in the fujo.
Remember when you fell off the kitchen table?
ReplyDelete(No spider involved, but this made me think of it.) LOL
xoxoxo
Love, Mom