Archive for November, 2008

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Wednesday’s Wordt

November 26, 2008

argal

PRONUNCIATION:
(AHR-guhl)

 MEANING:
conjunction, adverb: Therefore.

ETYMOLOGY:
By alteration of the Latin ergo (therefore). The word argal is usually used to indicate that the reasoning presented is ludicrous.

I’m having trouble thinking of a way to use this, since it says the reasoning has to be “ludicrous”. It’s my birthday today (yea!) but I’m coming down with a cold (boo!) so my brain’s a bit fuddled. Oh, and I apologize for any typos this week. I’m using Hubby’s laptop while we’re on vacation and I’m not used to the keys. How about this: When I came down here, I was healthy. Both my niece and nephes were sick and I was around them and so was everyone else for the single day we’ve been here, argal I must have gotten my cold from them.

OK, in reality, I probably caught it from the sick cashier at the Target during one of the few trips I made out of the house in the past few weeks. Figures, right? Hopefully Princess won’t get sick too. We’re enjoying the week at the beach in the Outer Banks where Hubby’s brother lives. The family rented a house right on the ocean and I can fall asleep listening to the waves. How great is that?! Today we went to the aquarium here and Princess absolutely loved it. She just stared and stared at the fish. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, so I want to wish everyone a happy turkey day! I’m going to sign off now since this keyboard is very loud and keeps waking Princess up as i type. I will try to do the Writer’s Workshop tomorrow, but no guaruntees. Later!

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Monday’s Mission

November 23, 2008

Welcome to a new feature here in the Land of Ennui. It’s called Monday’s Mission. Each Monday, i will give you a mission and you must fulfill it, then come back here and leave me a comment about what you did, how it went, etc.  Today’s mission is a simple one:

Give Someone a Hug

It’s a week of thanks here in the states, plus, it’s my birthday this week, so everyone go hug someone.  It can be your kid, significant other, friend, family member, or even a total stranger (if you do this, I definitely want a comment on their reaction).

I’m giving two hugs today, one for Princess and one for Hubby. It’s so that they always know that no matter how frustrated I get, I will always love them. This will be very important since we’re heading to North Carolina today to see Hubby’s family for Thanksgiving. It’s Princess’ first long car trip and we have no idea how she’ll do. Google maps says it’ll take 6 and a half hours, so I’m planning 7 and a half. Wish us luck! We’ll have our laptop so I’ll try to post if I can this week. Can’t wait to see how everyone’s hugs went!

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Writer’s Workshop

November 20, 2008

1.) The last time I laughed really hard…
2.) Forgive and forget…I think.

3.) I remember when…

4.) Write about something that bothered you this week.

5.) Write a poem about a favorite color.

I’m taking the easy way out this week and doing number 4. Something that bothered me this week (as well as last week) was the bathrooms being redone in our house. Hubby and I rent a townhouse in the Northern Virginia suburbs (the “fake” Virginia). I really want to buy a house, but until funding comes through for Hubby to be hired full time – which will hopefully happen in the next couple of month, though Hubby did apply for a job in the Obama administration as a backup, lol – we’re stuck renting. THe place isn’t bad. It’s a townhouse with 3 bedrooms, 2 full and 2 half baths, a finished basement (we got one of those pool tables that turns over into an air hockey table when we moved in so we could have a game room – Craig’s List rocks cause we found one really cheap) fenced in backyard – a must with our doggy. But, it was built in the late 60’s and is starting to show its age. THe linoleum floor in the kitchen is coming up, the tiles in the upstairs bathrooms was cracked and starting to come off the wall,  there’s a crack in the counter of the main floor bathroom, the banister needs to be fixed, etc. If I ever bought the place I’d probably gut it. But, I don’t plan on buying it, and I don’t own it, so any repairs have to be done through our landlords. They’re a nice couple, but it takes them a while to get stuff done.

So, to the topic. About a year ago, I mentioned that the tile in the shower in the master bath needed to be replaced. It was coming off the wall in one corner. Even worse, I noticed a water stain in the ceiling of the main floor below the shower and figured it was from the tiles. So, we took pics and e-mailed the landlords and I taped up the area around the tile to prevent any more water from leaking through and we waited.  And waited and waited and waited… Finally, they got a couple of contractors in for quotes and hired a guy to do the work. He estimated a week to do one bathroom and another week to do the guest bathroom, which also needed work.

I try not to judge people on first impressions, but this guy has been getting on my nerves for the past 2 and a half weeks, so I figure I have the right to vent. First off, he smells like an ashtray every time he walks into the house. And I don’t know where he comes from, but he sounds like he’s some hick from the backwoods mountain country or something. “You know, them therefore that says I do a great job”. I am not making this stuff up, he really talks like this. And once he starts talking, he never stops. About anything. At one point, I came up to put Princess down for a nap. I put her in her crib for a second so I could just check on the guy’s progress. I made the mistake of letting him talk. She started crying – you could hear it quite plainly on the monitor in our bedroom – and he wouldn’t stop talking so I could go get her. Hello?! And, of course, all the noise from the work kept waking her up when she was trying to sleep, so the only way I could get her to take a decent nap was to hold her in my arms. So I have spent the past two weeks essentially holed up in the nursery getting absolutely nothing done. On the plus side, I finished listening to Emma by Jane Austen on the computer. He’s finally just about done, so this weekend I will be running around like a mad woman trying to pack and wrap presents and everything for our trip to see the in-laws in North Carolina for Thanksgiving.

OK. Rant over. On a different topic, stay tuned, I will post pics of some more tutus that I made. I’ve been kinda tutu crazy. They’re fun to make and pretty quick, and I can make them in spurts while Princess is sleeping. A lot of times I put her on a blanket and let her roll around (she rolls over onto her tummy now. She rolled onto her back one day last week, several times, and hasn’t done it since, so she just goes onto her tummy, gets tired of being that way and whines until I help her roll back over, after which she proceeds to go right back onto her tummy and whine again – kids) while I pin together the fabric.

Also, I have to share these. I love paper craft, making paper models. My favorite is a robot. I’ll have to see if I can find the link or just put up the pdf here for you. There are a couple of blogs I go to for paper crafts, which should be in my blog roll, and, in surfing around I found these paper models of a big-nosed dog on Amazon. They have him in costumes fro various countries. How cute!! BTW, if you go to Amazon to order anything, do me a favor and use the link I have at the bottom of the side column.

Well, I am all through being prolix (if you don’t know what that means, read yesterday’s post). Au revoir.

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Wednesday’s Word

November 19, 2008

Today’s Word is: 

prolix

(pro-LIKS, PRO-liks)  

MEANING:

adjective: Tediously wordy.

This would be a good scrabble word. It’s kind of interesting that this word came up. I am currently listening to Emma, by Jane Austen,  online while I feed Princess and get her to go to sleep.  I figure, she’s too little to look at the books right now anyway, and it’s mostly the sound of a voice reading to her that’s important, so I might as well listen to something I want to hear, right? (And before anyone complains, I also read books to her, just not when I’m putting her to bed. That way she can be awake and interact with – read that as eat – the books. Would this be considered prolix?) One of the character in the book could be described as prolix, since she’s always going on about things.  There are a lot of good authors, especially of the classics, that could be considered wordy, too. The book that comes to mind is Les Miserables. I like the book (I read it back in high school), but I remember there being pages written just to describe a street that used to be called such and such and was now (when the book was written) called something different, etc.  Don Quixote is like this, too. I started to read it, but have yet to make it very far through.

Anyway, I’m done with being prolix for the night. Time for me to go to bed. Talk at ya later!

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Last Week’s Writer’s Workshop Cont….

November 13, 2008

I looked up, and there, at the entrance to the igloo was…

A man. He was gazing at me with deep blue eyes. He ran a hand through his dark chocolate brown hair and smiled at me.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up, Sleepyhead,” he greeted me.  Who was this man? And why was he speaking to me in so familiar a way? Did I know him? I simply stared, puzzled.  Why couldn’t I remember if I knew him or not? For that matter, why couldn’t I remember how I’d gotten here? “Fae? You feeling all right?” he asked.

Fae? Was that my name? I racked my brain. It seemed there was a glimmer of recognition, but I wasn’t sure. The man came over to me, a concerned look on his face.

“Honey, Are you okay?” He asked again.

“Who… where am I?” I questioned, figuring I’d start with the easiest puzzle first.

“What do you mean where are you? Don’t you remember?” His forehead grew lined as he saw my confusion. “You were the one who chose this place for us to stay.” He held out a hand to help me up. I hesitated, then took the offered hand and stood, following him out of the igloo.  We exited into a winter landscape. Or, what I thought was a winter landscape.  Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a large room, painted with an arctic scene on the walls. It looked so real. I turned around and looked at the igloo.  It too looked real, but on touching the wall, I realized the “ice” blocks were fabric.  It hadn’t dawned on me to wonder why it was so warm inside a structure that was supposed to be made of ice, even though there was no sign of fire or a heater. A skylight in the ceiling above us let in light. There were two doors in the room, painted to blend into the scene.

I looked around in amazement. “Where is this place?” I asked.

“The hotel.  You chose it.  You wanted to stay in this room so we could pretend to cuddle up to stay warm.” His mouth turned into a slight grin at his words, but the concern never left his eyes. “Why don’t you sit down.” He pushed a large fabric block, made to look like ice, towards me. I touched it and felt that it was solid, and sat on it. He knelt in front of me. “You really don’t remember this place?” he asked. I shook my head slowly, regretting that I had to disappoint this kind man.  He ran his hand through his hair again and took a deep breath. “Okay. What do you remember?” he asked.

I knitted my brows, trying to remember something. “I think I remember who I am…My name is Fae, I’m…..” I paused, then something came to me. “I’m 27 years old. I grew up in illinois, but i went to college in California. I’m an artist… Is that right?” I asked him, wanting to make sure.” He nodded his head.  I stared at him, wishing I could remember him. I ducked my head, not wanting to see his eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember who you are, or why I’m here.  Or even where here is.” I explained.  

“The girls brought you back here last night passed out. I thought you were just drunk or something.” he said as he stood up and paced. “Did something happen?” He paused, as if expecting an answer, then went on, “of course, you don’t remember.  Just stay here. I’m going to find a doctor and call someone to find out what happened.” I just nodded miserably.  WHy couldn’t I remember.  And what girls was he talking about? Why would have I been so drunk? That didn’t seem like the me I remembered.  The man went through one of the doors. I heard him talking… on the telephone? I couldn’t make out the words, though, so I stared at the painted walls, marveling at the realness of the images. To think, I’d believed I really was in an igloo. I almost laughed at myself.

The man came back in. “All right. The hotel is calling a doctor for me. I talked to Kristen. She said you fell at the club and banged your head pretty hard. You seemed fine, but I guess you passed out later in the evening. That’s why they thought you’d just had too much to drink.” He knelt down in front of me again and grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.” He promised. He sounded so sincere. I just nodded.

A knock sounded on one of the doors, the one he hadn’t gone through before, and we both jumped. He went and answered it.

To be continued….

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Writer’s Workshop

November 12, 2008

The Prompts:

1.) Write a haiku about what you see out the window. (if you don’t know what a haiku is clickhere.)
2.) Begin with “I thought I saw…”

3.) If I could live in any era of history, what would it be — list 10 reasons why.

4.) Write a light hearted piece on how to get along with an enemy.

5.) The first time you…

I’ll try the haiku.

Parking lot cement
Covered in red-orange leaves 
Fall in the suburbs

Check in tomorrow for a continuation of last week’s story.  To see other entries for Writer’s Workshop, check out Mama Kat’s blog: 

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Wednesday’s Word

November 12, 2008

soiree \swah-RAY\, noun:
an evening party or social gathering

I need to be invited to more soirees.  Fancy events where I can wear fancy dresses.  I mean, I have all these pretty dresses from college (of course I probably can’t fit into them anymore) and from Christmas parties and who knows when I will get to wear them again.  And don’t even mention walking through Macy’s or whatever at the mall and seeing the beautiful dresses and just sighing because I know I have absolutely nothing to wear them to.  I wanna dress up, dammit!  OK.  Rant over.

Bonus words: I liked these words, but couldn’t think of anything to write with them.

cabotage • \KAB-uh-tahzh\  noun
1 : trade or transport in coastal waters or airspace or between two points within a country
*2 : the right to engage in coastal trade or transport

 sidereal \sy-DEER-ee-uhl\, adjective:
measured or determined by the daily motion of the stars; of or having to do with the stars or constellations

exurb noun: 
A residential area outside a city and beyond its suburbs, typically inhabited by well-to-do families.