Kegel vs. kugel: choose your words wisely

So some kegel-y things have been happening lately, which I take as a sign to write about the kegel.

Kegel-y thing #1

I’ve been tweeting for a few months now, working on building a community there. Follow me @melindaschnyder.

I’m up to about 340 followers. About a third are people I met at a blogging conference last fall. Others are friends or colleagues, or people who are following me because I follow them.

Tangent: Digital Underground is following me y’all! I tweeted about the Humpty Dance song and he saw it and followed me. If only that would work with Rick Springfield…

Then there are followers who I have no idea how they found me or why I would be of any interest to them.

Like @pantyO!, who started following me the other day. Their profile says: “The world’s first kegel exercise panty!”

When I first saw it, I read it as: “The world’s first kegel exercise party.”

It is wrong that a kegel party was more intriguing to me than a kegel panty? When I thought it was a party, I actually clicked on the profile to take a look. They had a few funny tweets but in the end, I’m not following them back. If I let them in the neighborhood, it could all go downhill quickly.

Kegel-y thing #2

Me and Lee at Tropic of Cancer beach in the Bahamas, Nov. 2012. Oh, and I’m doing my kegel exercises while waiting for the photo to be taken.

Back in December, I was at a luncheon in honor of Lee’s uncle Sheldon, who had just passed away. The luncheon was at the temple and there was a buffet of traditional Jewish foods. I was sitting at the table with Lee’s parents to one side and his cousins to the other side, along with some extended family across the table.

Visitors paying respects for Sheldon were stopping by talking to the family and I was just sitting there next to Lee eating. I said out loud, sorta to Lee and sorta to nobody, “This kegel looks good. I’ve never had kegel before.”

As soon as I said it, I knew it didn’t sound right.

KEGEL … KUGEL

kā’gəl … ˈkʊɡl

Kegel = Hey, I’m going to do some kegel exercises so I can tighten the muscles that form part of my pelvic floor.

Kugel = Hey, I’m going to put this traditional Jewish dish made with egg noodles in my kugel hole.

Very different words.

Fortunately, nobody was really listening to me. This is why I have a blog people. If nobody in real life will listen to me, I can pretend I have an audience just waiting to read my next post.

This entry was posted in Family, Weird shit that happens.

5 Comments

  1. Mel. January 27, 2013 at 12:54 pm #

    You do this quite often!!! Reminds me of the “BJ” (Bachelors of Journalism) comment in ur staff meeting! LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    • Melinda January 28, 2013 at 2:55 pm #

      Yeah, it is sorta a theme for me huh? And half the time it isn’t even planned! ;-O

  2. danny February 4, 2013 at 8:51 pm #

    Taco? Sushi? Duck? Man I need dinner! Lovely share!

  3. Sherry January 12, 2016 at 2:34 pm #

    Melinda, You were not entirely wrong. Kegel is a type of kugel. You just pronounced it incorrectly. It’s pronounced kee- gel, with a long e after the k. Eastern European Jews who came from around the Pale of Settlement called it Keegel. Kugel is German. My mother’s keegel was made with rice, sugar, cinnamon and raisins. It’s delicious.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

*
*

CommentLuv badge