Word of the Post
Today's word is: intransitive
/in*tran"si*tive/ adjective
Designating a verb that does not require or cannot take a direct object; an action which does not require an object to complete the sense; as, an intransitive verb, e.g., the bird flies, the dog runs.
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The ear infection is still here. I have a resistant head. My mother would call it "stubborn", but I prefer to think of it as "independent". My colds and infections have always taken 10 days of antibiotics. If they gave me just 7, they would end up giving me 7 more. And I hate to take pills, especially when it hurts to swallow or it is difficult to breathe. My head still feels like I have cotton in my ears. The doctor only gave me the antibiotic, not a decongestant. So, I have added DayQuil to the daily pill popping. I hope to be able to hear and to sing on Sunday.
We recently upgraded our computer. There are a few small adjustments to be made when upgrading, but we have done well with them. DH is good at his job, which at home means he is my tech support desk. I can usually hunt-and-peck for the things I need, and I am not afraid to push buttons to see where they go and what they do. For some applications, things have really changed, and I had to ask him what to look for. Then, my Hotmail upgraded me by surprise, and I had to find my missing email group. Which took a few minutes. Considering that I wanted to send them pictures, I had to find them. All is now well, I found them, and modified the group nickname to show up when I type what I need. I guess Hotmail warned me that this was coming, but I kept throwing away their stupid junk-looking emails. Guess they weren't all junk.
I have been doing laundry like the machine is going out of style. I have so much dirty laundry, and the piles grow everyday. Silly DH, he likes to wear clean clothes to work. Then there are towels, and bedsheets. This job never stops. Laundry, my nemesis, and Dishes, his closest cousin and sidekick. I fight the evil a little bit every day, and they still plague my home. All I can think of it is this: What will I do when I have kids? This will only get worse! I visit FlyLady.net at least once a week, just for a little emotional boost. I am not behind, I can jump in right where I am. Such a calm voice in the midst of my C.H.A.O.S. (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome). I really like this site. It gives me hope that, someday, I can have a clean-looking home, enough to fool the unexpected guests. First, I have too much work to do, and I sit here feeling overwhelmed. It is in the darkest hours that FlyLady brings me rays of sunshine. I can do small bits, everyday, and they will add up to a clean home in the future. For now, though, I have a Mess of the tallest stacked caliber.
I have threatened in the past to rent a small bulldozer, and push all the junk out of my house, in order to start fresh. I figure I need to put all the stuff I want to keep in my bedroom, and lock the door. Then I need to open the place up to an estate sale, and let someone come get all the junk out of my house. Probably more clean that way, than pushing the stuff to the corner with a Bobcat. Think of the money I could make!
I am off now to prepare for our trip to Amarillo. Mom wants a salad dressing that she can't buy in New Mexico, so I have to buy a case of it for her. I need to call her, and get some chiles. Yum!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
A Penny In My Pocket - Burning A Hole
Word of the Post
Today's word is: ululate
/ul"yuh*layt/ or /yool"yuh*layt/ intransitive verb
To howl, as a dog or wolf; to wail; as, ululating jackals.
I don't really yet know what "intransitive" exactly entails. I am working on it. That part of speech stuff was a LONG time ago for me. That will probably be the next word. While you wait, you may ululate.
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I am going to go out today and "shop, shop, shop until I drop, drop, drop". This is Oklahoma's tax-free weekend. We are trying to keep business here, instead of consumers going to Texas to do their back to school shopping. I need jeans, and baby gifts. Roadrunner's kids need school uniforms. We are going to go together.
I have an ear infection (this is far too common for me). I got to the doctor yesterday, and now have medicine. The coughing is not as bad, but the headaches are not going away, and I feel like I have cotton in both ears. Ugh. I HATE being sick. It is no fun. But, I will be fine in a few days.
Jelly Bean now has a toy microphone that she carries around the house, taking requests. Karaoke Kiddo! She is really good at "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". She even pauses for applause when she is done. She is so clever. It makes me laugh out loud to hear stories of her cuteness.
Go for a moment to Lisa's Perspective, she has a picture on her post that is amazing. The human brain is still such a mystery to doctors. How can people say there is no God, when the complex and minute (very small, not time) cannot be explained or reproduced?
Accident has never produced such complexity; even fortuitous accidents cannot produce the sheer quantity of complexities this world holds. Explaining the existence of the Earth, and all the animals and plants that live here, by evolution is as likely as piling a lot of lumber in a pit and using dynamite to have an explosion, and expecting it to build you a house. Change over time is ultimately true, but things left alone will only decay, not improve. Even adaptation is only a lateral move.
That seems enough deep thought for the day.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Today's word is: ululate
/ul"yuh*layt/ or /yool"yuh*layt/ intransitive verb
To howl, as a dog or wolf; to wail; as, ululating jackals.
I don't really yet know what "intransitive" exactly entails. I am working on it. That part of speech stuff was a LONG time ago for me. That will probably be the next word. While you wait, you may ululate.
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I am going to go out today and "shop, shop, shop until I drop, drop, drop". This is Oklahoma's tax-free weekend. We are trying to keep business here, instead of consumers going to Texas to do their back to school shopping. I need jeans, and baby gifts. Roadrunner's kids need school uniforms. We are going to go together.
I have an ear infection (this is far too common for me). I got to the doctor yesterday, and now have medicine. The coughing is not as bad, but the headaches are not going away, and I feel like I have cotton in both ears. Ugh. I HATE being sick. It is no fun. But, I will be fine in a few days.
Jelly Bean now has a toy microphone that she carries around the house, taking requests. Karaoke Kiddo! She is really good at "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". She even pauses for applause when she is done. She is so clever. It makes me laugh out loud to hear stories of her cuteness.
Go for a moment to Lisa's Perspective, she has a picture on her post that is amazing. The human brain is still such a mystery to doctors. How can people say there is no God, when the complex and minute (very small, not time) cannot be explained or reproduced?
Accident has never produced such complexity; even fortuitous accidents cannot produce the sheer quantity of complexities this world holds. Explaining the existence of the Earth, and all the animals and plants that live here, by evolution is as likely as piling a lot of lumber in a pit and using dynamite to have an explosion, and expecting it to build you a house. Change over time is ultimately true, but things left alone will only decay, not improve. Even adaptation is only a lateral move.
That seems enough deep thought for the day.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Drinking In The Memories
Word of the Post
Today's word is: libation
/lie*bay"shun/ noun
The ritual of pouring out wine or oil to honor a god; liquid used in such a ceremony; an alcoholic drink.
The bread to feed the hungry needs to be accompanied by the libation upon the altar. Yeah, this comes from the lyrics of an old camp song. "Would you be poured out like wine upon the altar for Me? Would you be broken like bread to feed the hungry?"
Religion makes cannibalism so much symbolism, so it is not as creepy.
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I got the honor of hanging out with Jelly Bean on Thursday. Her mom and I took her swimming. I guess this is the first time she had ever been in a community pool. Up until this week, it had only been bathtubs and kiddie pools. She had a blast! She laid back a little to practice floating, but she kept turning her head and getting water in her nose. She was very good at letting us hold her, and kicking those legs for all she was worth. She will be a good swimmer someday. She is fearless. She liked standing on the side of the pool, and "jumping" in... basically falling into the arms of Mommy or Auntie Chelf.
I also got to watch her all day Friday, and DH and I were invited to Sis-in-law's house for dinner, too. Jelly Bean is growing up so fast! I took her with me to go shopping (shop shop shop, until we drop drop drop!). I don't get tired of hearing how cute she is. The clerk at Bath and Body Works asked her how old she was. I watched, curious to know if she knew. She said something that sounded like "20 munse", which is very close. She is actually 23 months. I was going to say that she was almost 2. It sounds less complicated. Amazing, brilliant girl!
It is fun to be loved by a 2 year old, and yet... sometimes the love is hurtful, even if it is unintentional. The sweet little Jelly Bean is expecting a sibling, Gum Drop. Now, we don't know if Gum Drop is a girl or a boy, because her parents think the surprise is fun. DH and I both think that is for the birds, we would want to know. Sis-in-law is about 6 weeks away from finding out, so she has a very distinct belly. Jelly Bean said something about a baby in the belly to me, wondering if my similarly shaped (Santa has nothing on me!) belly had the same progression as Mommy's. She is perfectly innocent in thinking that big bellies carry babies. She has no idea that I cried for an hour while she was napping.
For the first time in recent memory, DH was told he was little. You must understand, he is 6'6", and weighs more than I am allowed to tell you. Nobody has thought he was "little" since... well, since he WAS little. Jelly Bean was wanting to cuddle, and kept saying she wanted to "hold you". This, of course, means that we must hold her. She told DH she wanted to hold him, so he leaned over, and put his head on her lap while she sat in the couch. She pushed him off her lap, and said, "No! You're too little!" She meant that SHE was too little, and he was too big to be on her lap.
Jelly Bean knows where all the toys are at Auntie Chelf's house. She knew that she wanted the football, and not the soccer ball or the basketball, from the collection of stuffed ball toys on my shelf. As soon as it was in her hands, she spiked it on the floor, and yelled, "Touchdown! Kansas City, Chiefs!" with her hands up in the air, like she was signaling the play on the field. Her Daddy is speechless, and glowing; a real "that's my girl!" moment for him. The "Chiefs!" sounds like "Cheese!" but we don't mind. Somewhere, I think they have a cheerleader outfit for her. Destiny might be at work here.
I remember my dad and my cousin playing when she was little. She kept yelling, "Uncle Frank!". Finally, after a little thought, he yelled back, "Niece Morgan!" She stopped, and gave him a funny, curious look. "My mommy doesn't call me that!" Well, no. DH had a game with Sugar Bunny when she was about Jelly Bean's age. She would almost sing, "Dzif!" (Those J sounds are tough!) and DH would sing back her name, and she would say, "What?!?" She would forget whatever it was that she was going to say to him, because he answered her in a way she didn't expect. We do a game where DH pops up behind me on alternating sides, and says "boo" to any kid I am holding, while I bounce the baby each time, and say "eek!" I do it for the giggles. Aren't baby giggles the best? I now have Jelly Bean trained to answer "Boo!" with "Eeek!" and a hop.
OUCH! Have you ever coughed and immediately then hiccuped? Not fun. I have the hiccups, and I hate them. They are useless pains. I don't understand why such a thing would be a good creation in the life of a human, but God must see some purpose to it.
I need to get back into writing. J. K. Rowling has more money that the Queen of England! I was told just the other day that I had a gift, and I needed to write a book. I actually have three in the works. One fiction, one observations of the world (maybe including memoirs), and one of religious study. I was always better at poetry than prose, but this blog outlet seems to have struck a chord with me. I do my best writing while sitting at the computer, and typing the gibberish that falls out of my brain.
Sometimes, however, the best release is a freshly sharpened cedar wood #2 pencil and a new notebook of perforated College Ruled paper. The drivel that happens when I am angry gets hand-shredded into tiny bits, and burned or tossed as so much confetti. It is a party to release anger like that.
Throw a party with your anger-confetti.
Have a Blessed Day!
Today's word is: libation
/lie*bay"shun/ noun
The ritual of pouring out wine or oil to honor a god; liquid used in such a ceremony; an alcoholic drink.
The bread to feed the hungry needs to be accompanied by the libation upon the altar. Yeah, this comes from the lyrics of an old camp song. "Would you be poured out like wine upon the altar for Me? Would you be broken like bread to feed the hungry?"
Religion makes cannibalism so much symbolism, so it is not as creepy.
~~~~~~~~~~
I got the honor of hanging out with Jelly Bean on Thursday. Her mom and I took her swimming. I guess this is the first time she had ever been in a community pool. Up until this week, it had only been bathtubs and kiddie pools. She had a blast! She laid back a little to practice floating, but she kept turning her head and getting water in her nose. She was very good at letting us hold her, and kicking those legs for all she was worth. She will be a good swimmer someday. She is fearless. She liked standing on the side of the pool, and "jumping" in... basically falling into the arms of Mommy or Auntie Chelf.
I also got to watch her all day Friday, and DH and I were invited to Sis-in-law's house for dinner, too. Jelly Bean is growing up so fast! I took her with me to go shopping (shop shop shop, until we drop drop drop!). I don't get tired of hearing how cute she is. The clerk at Bath and Body Works asked her how old she was. I watched, curious to know if she knew. She said something that sounded like "20 munse", which is very close. She is actually 23 months. I was going to say that she was almost 2. It sounds less complicated. Amazing, brilliant girl!
It is fun to be loved by a 2 year old, and yet... sometimes the love is hurtful, even if it is unintentional. The sweet little Jelly Bean is expecting a sibling, Gum Drop. Now, we don't know if Gum Drop is a girl or a boy, because her parents think the surprise is fun. DH and I both think that is for the birds, we would want to know. Sis-in-law is about 6 weeks away from finding out, so she has a very distinct belly. Jelly Bean said something about a baby in the belly to me, wondering if my similarly shaped (Santa has nothing on me!) belly had the same progression as Mommy's. She is perfectly innocent in thinking that big bellies carry babies. She has no idea that I cried for an hour while she was napping.
For the first time in recent memory, DH was told he was little. You must understand, he is 6'6", and weighs more than I am allowed to tell you. Nobody has thought he was "little" since... well, since he WAS little. Jelly Bean was wanting to cuddle, and kept saying she wanted to "hold you". This, of course, means that we must hold her. She told DH she wanted to hold him, so he leaned over, and put his head on her lap while she sat in the couch. She pushed him off her lap, and said, "No! You're too little!" She meant that SHE was too little, and he was too big to be on her lap.
Jelly Bean knows where all the toys are at Auntie Chelf's house. She knew that she wanted the football, and not the soccer ball or the basketball, from the collection of stuffed ball toys on my shelf. As soon as it was in her hands, she spiked it on the floor, and yelled, "Touchdown! Kansas City, Chiefs!" with her hands up in the air, like she was signaling the play on the field. Her Daddy is speechless, and glowing; a real "that's my girl!" moment for him. The "Chiefs!" sounds like "Cheese!" but we don't mind. Somewhere, I think they have a cheerleader outfit for her. Destiny might be at work here.
I remember my dad and my cousin playing when she was little. She kept yelling, "Uncle Frank!". Finally, after a little thought, he yelled back, "Niece Morgan!" She stopped, and gave him a funny, curious look. "My mommy doesn't call me that!" Well, no. DH had a game with Sugar Bunny when she was about Jelly Bean's age. She would almost sing, "Dzif!" (Those J sounds are tough!) and DH would sing back her name, and she would say, "What?!?" She would forget whatever it was that she was going to say to him, because he answered her in a way she didn't expect. We do a game where DH pops up behind me on alternating sides, and says "boo" to any kid I am holding, while I bounce the baby each time, and say "eek!" I do it for the giggles. Aren't baby giggles the best? I now have Jelly Bean trained to answer "Boo!" with "Eeek!" and a hop.
OUCH! Have you ever coughed and immediately then hiccuped? Not fun. I have the hiccups, and I hate them. They are useless pains. I don't understand why such a thing would be a good creation in the life of a human, but God must see some purpose to it.
I need to get back into writing. J. K. Rowling has more money that the Queen of England! I was told just the other day that I had a gift, and I needed to write a book. I actually have three in the works. One fiction, one observations of the world (maybe including memoirs), and one of religious study. I was always better at poetry than prose, but this blog outlet seems to have struck a chord with me. I do my best writing while sitting at the computer, and typing the gibberish that falls out of my brain.
Sometimes, however, the best release is a freshly sharpened cedar wood #2 pencil and a new notebook of perforated College Ruled paper. The drivel that happens when I am angry gets hand-shredded into tiny bits, and burned or tossed as so much confetti. It is a party to release anger like that.
Throw a party with your anger-confetti.
Have a Blessed Day!
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