Explanation for "HeyMay"

Someone asked me today what the word "HeyMay" means....so I thought I'd explain it here.

My middle son, who is now 7 years old, and his very best friend (who lives in Ponte Vedra Beach, FL) made this word up when they were about 3 years old.

One day, they began saying it all the time. Instead of, "Oh Darn" it would be, "Oh HeyMay".
Instead of, "Hi, how you doing?", they would say, "Hi, HeyMay, how you doing?" So my son's friend and I started saying it. In our case, instead of "Oh, SH*T", we could say the much better sounding, "OH HEYMAY" ...and everyone just kind of got it.

It became the word that you could replace any other word with -- and it worked perfectly in every situation.

I once asked my then 3 year old what "HeyMay" meant, and he said to me, "It means half circle half circle Mom, duh!" So I left it at that.

We used this word a lot. As far as I know, my son's friend's mother still uses it a lot, and it has even become her nickname by some people ( and shortened to Heym's I heard). A lot of other people in our "hood" used/use it too.

That is the meaning behind my blog name: it IS HeyMay here every day!! HA.

Pictures

My 3 1/2 year old asks me every day to take him to the store so he can buy a "brand new camera". He asks this because my camera does not work very well. The last time he found my camera and took pictures with it was the last time it worked correctly.

I took the memory card out of my camera, and took it to Walgreen's to print off a couple of pictures for a friend, and get the rest put on a disk so I can load them onto my computer. Only after they had all loaded into the machine did I see pictures of my seven year old's white butt. HUH? Why would my kids take pictures of each other's butts? After my initial embarrassment and shock, I had to chuckle. Apparently they think this is a ton of fun.

I remembered at that moment that once when my (now 14 year old, very mature daughter :) was younger, she had a close friend who she on occasion got into trouble with. We called them "Fric and Frac". They wore matching clothes, they drank paint water in the 2nd grade, they made wet toiletpaper "bombs" in public bathrooms - oh yes, they had a BLAST!
Fric's mother and I had given them each a disposable camera once to take pictures of their friends and such, and when she took the camera in to get the pictures developed, she was appalled to find pictures of what looked like someone's #2 in a toilet. She was horrified, and called me and told me about it. After laughing, it hit me that my "Frac" probably had similar pictures on her camera. She did.

I have promised to hold on to this story until just the right moment, and then to surprise her by sharing it with everyone. Maybe a boyfriend when she's older, or at her wedding, she'll never ever know!

I am still friends with Fric and her mother, and every now and then we laugh about it. I guess this is what kids want cameras for? So I am afraid to buy my son a camera, or to get mine fixed!

Because I am not busy enough; I've now created a public blog. There are things that I want to share with people - and this is where you can find them.
So let's see what I can do with this blog!!