Nd

I had a dream earlier this week, admittedly fueled by my dinner of Hungry Howies pizza and chased down with a couple handfulls of cheddar Gold Fish crackers, where I remembered that my nephew Peter Johnson had invented a new word.

If you knew Peter you would understand that since he is just the type of fellow to invent new words and actually have a chance of getting them accepted into the English language that this would not seem strange to me in any way.

Leaving the house where we were and remembering that Peter had added to our language I spun around, went back inside and asked him what that word was again.  Peter told me it was "nd" (pronounced nid but spelled nd for brevity sake).  The meaning is akin to "I don't care" or "it doesn't matter to me" and probably has it's origins in the phrase "I do Not give a Damm".

My mind must have picked this up from a recent statement of Peter's on Facebook where he commented that since Boston and St. Louis were his two least favorite teams he would be thinking instead about next year's World Series when his KC team would finally rise to the top (or - Nd on this year's World Series).  My somewhat logical dream intersected Peter's impossible dream and so there you have it, a new word is birthed.

Later on that night I had a dream where I was in the back yard of the house I grew up in on 31st street in Holland.  The house had been sold two years ago to a Vietnamese woman who was now selling it and her son was ripping down branches from a willow tree in the back corner with members of his gang but were being told to stop by a group of a dozen high school band students who arrived on the property in formation dressed in their UCLA blue shorts and shirts.  I could go on from here but then you might be prompted to share one or more of your dreams with me and really, nd.