"Schmoofed"

Have you ever spotted a great parking space? Then as you get closer, about to steer your car into it, you realize a motorcycle or some little vehicle is occupying it?

That happens frequently enough that my friend Angie said, "We need a name for that."

We call it "schmoofed."

Or, if you're from parts of the Midwest, where you "warsh" your clothes, it might be "schmurfed."

Still similar things happen all the time. Yet, we don't have words to describe then.

So, Angie (http://angiebring.wordpress.com/2007/05/04/there-needs-to-be-a-word-for-that) and I are announcing a content to help define situations, to put words to them. Help us coin a word for each of the following scenarios below.

The winner gets a dozen homemade cookies from us.

Here’s the reverse-Balderdash game: (leave a comment with your answers)

-The emotion you feel when you can’t locate your car in a parking lot. A mixture of “where did I leave it?” confusion and “is this the time I’m actually right and it got stolen?” paranoia.

-When you gear your muscles to pick up something heavy only to find it’s incredibly lighter than expected and you surprise yourself with your incredible strength (for example a milk jug, that only has 4 oz. of fluid, rather than the whole gallon).