It’s been awhile and we are overdue for a funny word. Today we are talking about procrastiplanting.
Verb. When you have a million things to do but ignore them all and tend to your pants instead. 🤣
Who is with me and up for a little procrastiplanting?
I don’t know about you, but for me, it’s time to have some fun. Life’s been moving so fast for me lately and soon I’ll be back in the states again. I need to take a deep breath and and bring some laughter to my soul. And I should mention that I wasn’t intentionally picking on the English language, but that was the first funny that appeared and I loved it. Usually, they say German is hard to learn and I would agree. It is my first language but trying to teach it to someone, it brings to the forefront the complexity, trying to explain why “the” could be der, die, or das, depending on the sentence. Anyways….here is a takeout of why the English language is hard to learn. Enjoy…
We’ll begin with box, the plural is boxes, but the plural in ox is oxen, not oxes. Mmmh…moving along. One fowl is a goose, and two are called geese, yet the plural of moose is never called meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a house full of mice, but the plural of house is houses, not hice. The plural of man is always men. But the plural of pan is never pen.
If I speak of a foot, and you show me two feet, and I give you a book, would a pair be a beek? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn’t two booths be called beeth?
If the singular is this and the plural is these, should the plural of kiss be ever called keese?
We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him, but imagine the feminine….she, shis, and shim!
And there you have it…I hope you smiled!
I thought it was time I show my face here and it’s been awhile. Just wanted to wish you all a great start to your week and be kind to each other. Mom has a lot going on right now and I’m busy shredding toys hehehe. She says this is an important year, filled with many changes and transitions. It’s the year of the Water Tiger. Beats me what that is but she is emphasizing on making bold changes, boosting career satisfaction, recharging near the water, being open to change, being patient and trusting your instincts. Hope that helps. Get ready, a new month is on the brink with a new spirit animal supporting the energy for February.
Toodles….🐕
I am getting older and I have so many unanswered questions!!! I still haven’t found who let the dogs out…where’s the beef…how to get to Sesame Street…why Dora doesn’t use google maps…why do all flavors of fruit loops taste exactly the same, or how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop….why eggs are packaged in a flimsy paper carton, but batteries are secured in a plastic that’s tough as nails, yet light bulbs too are in a flimsy cartons…
Ever buy scissors? You need scissors to cut into the packaging of scissors…I still don’t understand why there is Braille in drive up ATM’s or why “abbreviated” is such a long word; or why there is a D in “fridge’ but not in refrigerator…why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor yet dish washing liquid is made with real lemons…why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections…and, why do you have to “put your two cents in” but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts” where’s that extra penny going…
Why do the alphabet song and twinkle twinkle little star have the same tune…why did you just try to sing those previous two songs…and just what is Victoria’s Secret? And what would you do for a Klondike bar and you know as soon as you bite into it, it falls apart…and why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
Ughhhh….so many questions…Lol, but I hope this brought a smile to your face.
Those of you who have a fur-child will most likely relate and with a deep sigh we might exclaim the sacrifices we make even if it means waking crooked like a question mark each day. I’ve had dogs before, but never has one expressed the need for such a closeness, literally laying nearly on top of you and always needing to make some sort of bodily contact like Cinnamon has. She is just slightly over 40 lbs, but becomes dead weight when she lays on you and you can’t budge her lol. She might as well weigh a ton, at least it’s what it feels like. I think she likes the warmth of a snuggle and despite I wrap her in a blanket on the couch before I go to bed, she still prefers her human blanket and ends up in bed. If there was a dog’s prayer at bedtime, this would be it.
Now I lay me down to sleep, the king-size bed is soft and deep. I sleep right in the center groove, the people here can hardly move. I’ve trapped their legs, they’re tucked in tight, and here is where I spend all night. No one disturbs me or dares to intrude, til morning comes and I want food. I sneak up slowly to begin, and lick a nose or a bit of chin. For mornings here, it is time to play, I know the food is on it’s way. Thank you Lord for giving me these wonderful people that I see. The ones who hug and hold me tight, and share the bed with me at night.
When was the last you danced like no one is watching? With childlike abandonment, just being silly, acting cheeky monkey, not caring to make a fool out of yourself? I hope it hasn’t been as long as it has for me and dancing through life is a regular practice for you. Believe it or not, I actually had such a few crazy minutes just recently. It’s been a long time and it was needed, and it felt wonderful.
Fact is that all summer long I was crippled by so much pain that there wasn’t even the faintest thought of dancing. When life becomes a major chore, there is nothing easy about moving your feet. There was no lightness in any forced step and every little thing took a huge effort. Holding a plate, getting dressed, opening a bottle or a jar, trying to comb my hair, reaching above my head, day to day life was one big struggle. There were days when the pain eased a little, allowing hope to flood into my veins once more even though pain was never completely absent. Pain remained a constant every day. I was afraid to write about it when I experienced “a better day” as I might have jinxed myself each time and would always revert back to my crippled state. “The better feeling” never lasted more than a few hours, at most a full day, but I was grateful for the little breaks. They were needed and brought a reminder of what it felt like to be human.
Then, finally I decided that I had no choice but to get Vaccinated. Shortly before that, I came to terms with a major decision about my House in Germany and to sell it. Just the choice of it, no longer being indecisive, not knowing what to do, trying to do right by Mom and working through these motion, lifted a burden, although the work is still ahead of me. Shortly afterwards I noticed that I was making improvements on the health front and that the feeling of “better” was lasting just a little longer. Still I didn’t dare to believe that I was at the brink of sending the RA into remission again and I still don’t fully believe it. But I don’t stress on it and take each day as a gift and blessing. Gift or challenge, each visitor is welcome and hosted accordingly.
Then I got my 2nd Dose of the vaccination and boy, it did a number on me at first. It was awful and I am beyond grateful that it is over. I felt so terrible, but surprisingly as the symptoms and side effects decreased and vanished, with it left most of the RA pain and I gained back flexibility and being able to complete tasks with even less effort and pain. I was able to take Cinnamon on a three mile hike, but struggled to get a mile in the next day. Feeling better is not consistent yet and it’s still unpredictable, but changes are noticed and appreciated beyond words. And so it came to be that while cooking up a scrumptious meal in the tiny abode, music playing not so softly in the background, I soon found my feet shuffling over the narrow floor, dancing and smiling from ear to ear while Cinnamon joined me in her own way. If you think that energy and vibration is not a thing, think again, as this little soul always knows when I am sad, when I am hurt, when I am happy and most of all when it’s time to go on a walk or play cheeky monkey. She’ll be the first to comfort me when needed and her regular check ins are a given. Her energy matches mine to the T, and together we bring out our feisty side. She is my heart and I will miss dearly when I’m in Germany.
Life is a dance and I say Dear Dance. Enlighten what’s dark in me…strengthen what’s weak in me….mend what’s broken in me…bind what’s bruised in me…heal what’s sick in me and lastly, revive whatever peace and love that has died in me.
Finally, a new word post, and to be honest I’ve been missing these carefree, sometimes funny words that turn into lighthearted posts. So many words have spoken to me lately, but it’s impossible to mention them all, and sometimes it’s still beyond me that in the midst of everything, I’ve managed posting period. I recognize the importance of this outlet for me. Writing, and emptying the emotional bank from time to time, such as today. It’s a good thing when you can take stock, be your own motivator, realize and acknowledge your struggles and sometimes even laugh at yourself. It seems I am having a day like this today, running myself through a myriad of emotions and feelings.
Today’s word reminds me of Namaste, a word we healers and Yogis often use to respectfully great one another. Translated Namaste means “I bow to you. I see you (even without words.) I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.”
Our new word is Hotmeste, (hehehe) and could be translated as “The hot mess in me, recognizes the hot mess in you and it is divinely beautiful.” Like an outsider and bystander, I realize the hot mess I am today. How my feelings are still so fragile and dictated by what’s going on in my life and mainly by my other half. How you hold me like a rag doll, pulling the strings, in charge of whether I feel happy, normal perhaps, or sad. After all it is a big part as to why we are here, aren’t we?
There you go, and from time to time we all become a hot mess. Filled with love and light, peace and calm, or anxiety and a hot mess, I see you and myself today. I acknowledge, forgive and be gentle with myself, for we are always divinely beautiful in each unique appearance. Even if we are a hot mess.
Yay…It’s new word day and today’s word is another funny one that just has me grinning from ear to ear. I believe I have found the perfect picture to describe the mystery of Flumadiddle. Either way, it’s our word and I wonder if you have heard it before?
Well take a look at the Cinnamon Girl. See her back and her Mohawk going down her spine? She spikes her hair when another dog is on the other side of the fence, as seen here, or sometimes when strangers are visible and to make an appearance of looking extra intimidating.
Utter nonsense and there you have it, the description of our word this week. Flumadiddle which means utter nonsense 🤣
With a little 3 day excursion earlier in the week, I almost forgot the “new word” post, but better late than never.
Have you ever looked at the clouds and saw a face? Perhaps in popcorn like in this picture? If you have you might not know that there is an actual name for it which takes me to our word for this week.
The word is Apophenia and is the tendency to see faces where there aren’t any. I don’t know about you, but I clearly see a face 😉
It’s time for a little humor and fun with our unusual new words post. I’ll keep it short and sweet and let the smiles and laughter stand for themselves. But perhaps you even known a few Ask-Holes in the past and the memory of it leaves you shaking your head.
Our word for today is Ask-hole (noun) and describes a person who constantly asks for advice, yet always does the opposite of what you told them. 😳🤔
Rhapsody Bohème 