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Since she's from Lapland, I bet it never came to her she's being a Finlander, since she's always been called a Lappalainen or just a plain good old Heinäkenkä.
 
I never thought of it that way, but I bet you are right. What is Heinakenka? I've not heard that term and I can't translate it.
 
"Heinä" = hay, "kenkä" = shoe.

The Laplanders stuff their shoes with a special kind of sedge called "kenkäheinä" in order to keep the feet warm in winter.

That's not a very nice way to call them. On the other hand, Laplanders are calling the rest of us as "Lantalaiset" = Dung people
 
Wasps are crazy this year. I guess they're hungry because there's no flowers left. They're everywhere on you - in your pants, under the shirt and helmet, crawling on your goggle lens... inner side. They won't sting unless you scratch or pad on them. Itching sensation makes you insane. I've had more stings last week than the rest of the summer when they still had their nests to run across.
 
people have been whining about it being super hot this year... and oh so dry? I seem to remember not to many years ago sweating next to the gyppo yarder in triple digit heat and not having rain for over 3 months, shutting down at 11am because of fire danger... this year not so much, rained every couple of weeks, fire danger was high, but not extreme and temps rarely got over 90.
 
"Heinä" = hay, "kenkä" = shoe.

The Laplanders stuff their shoes with a special kind of sedge called "kenkäheinä" in order to keep the feet warm in winter.

That's not a very nice way to call them. On the other hand, Laplanders are calling the rest of us as "Lantalaiset" = Dung people

I thought it was something to do with feet.
 
Mill hasn't paid me in over a month. I've been shut down for over a week and a half because of lack of operating capital. I'm out of fuel, out of time, out of patience and about out of my mind. I fear if there is no check in the box in the next two days I might find myself hopping up and down with a running 460 on a certain mill owner's desk. I don't get a check, but I get plenty of lies from this jerk.

Might be time to get a job in town.

I'd rather cut off my own arms with a dull butter knife.
 
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