Mea culpa.

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Today’s Word of the Day is atone which means, “to make amends.” Having gone to Catholic school for as long as I did, and having attended mass as often as I did, confession was not something I did because I had a particular need for it, but rather because it was expected of me. You go in the little booth, you say “Bless me Father, for I have sinned, it has been _____ days since my last confession…”, then you spill your guts and accept whatever penance you have to do to atone for what it was you did. Sometimes it would be a number of Hail Marys or a number of Our Fathers (Protestants call it the Lord’s Prayer) or sometimes a number of both. I’m not religious anymore, but I can still recite both at the drop of a hat and remember how to do a rosary (each little bead is a Hail Mary, each large bead is an Our Father), so there’s that. In the main though, I believe atoning for one’s transgressions is a good thing to do. You should feel bad that you’ve hurt someone, and you should want to do something to try and make it up to them in some way. I just don’t think you need a man in a stiff collar on the other side of a latticed screen to tell you that. It should just be something you know and don’t need prompting for.


Dr. Feelgood

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Today’s Word of the Day is lenitive which means, “alleviating pain or harshness.” I don’t like taking pain medication. Sometimes I’ve had to, but I hate doing it. I don’t even like taking Tylenol or Advil unless I absolutely, 100% have to. I’ve never had a drug addiction problem (I don’t take drugs), I’ve never had any dependency issues of any kind…I just don’t like doing it. Pain medication makes me feel loopy and not in control, and I hate that feeling. I love the fact they eliminate pain, that’s why you’re supposed to take them, but I don’t like the side effects that come with it. I remember when I broke my leg when I was 17 and needed to have surgery, they gave me Vicodin and Valium to take home when I was discharged, and one Vicodin pill had me laid out like I’d shot up heroin. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and unless I was in such excruciating pain I wanted my leg amputated to make it stop, I just took OTC pain relievers instead. After my gallbladder operation two years ago, I didn’t even take the painkillers the doctor prescribed for me. I took two 500mg acetaminophen tablets a day for three days, and I was just fine.

Like a diamond.

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I wouldn’t mind a string of those around my neck right now.

Today’s Word of the Day is resplendent which means, “shining brilliantly.” Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the death of Rick Wright, one of the founding members of Pink Floyd. I’ve been a Pink Floyd fan since I was probably 11 or 12 years old and first heard one of their songs on the radio, and when Rick died of pancreatic cancer in 2008, it hit me hard. I’d never met him, never met any member of the band for that matter, but their music had been such an important part of my life for so long, it was hard to believe that any chance of the band getting back together, even one more time, was gone. I know I normally only post YouTube videos on Fridays, but I think given today’s blog topic, an exception is in order. This song was written about Syd Barrett, but the same thing is true about Rick Wright too. Enjoy!


Feeling the blues.

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Today’s Word of the Day is melancholia which means, “a feelings of sadness and depression.” Yeah. I know this one well. I won’t say I know it very well, I’ve never been depressed, but I know what it’s like to be sad or feel sad, and it sucks. It also feels necessary sometimes. I can’t imagine being 100% positive or upbeat all the time. Sometimes an emotional reset is in order. That’s what I consider that day I have every now and again where I just feel “blah” and don’t feel like doing anything or even getting out of bed. My life ain’t so great, and while there are definitely things I’m happy for, like having a house to live in, clothes on my back, food on the table…there are just as many things I don’t like, and those are the things that sometimes make me sad.

Things like a dead willow tree in our front yard that we can’t do anything with until at least Wednesday when Florence finally clears out for good. Fortunately, my sister’s boyfriend can get his hands on a chainsaw and come help us take it down. So, it won’t be there forever, but right now, it just looks so trashy. Ugh.

Hurricanes and dead trees.

Today’s Word of the Day is advert which means, “to turn the mind or attention to.” Normally, I post my Musical Interlude Friday selection a lot earlier than this, but there’s a hurricane coming my way, or at least the outer fringes of it are, and we had a dead tree in our front yard that came down around 7:30 this morning. As such, I was outside helping my dad clear as much of the debris as I could, since there’s not much we’re going to be able to do until after the worst of it passes on Monday night some time. So, my apologies for this being later than normal. In honor of the now deceased willow tree, I give you Willow Weep For Me by Sarah Vaughan. Enjoy!

Okay, this is amazing.


A word of warning, fellas — if any woman gives you THAT look, you’re screwed. Back away slowly, do not make eye contact.

Today’s Word of the Day is taradiddle which means, “pretentious nonsense.” This word goes in the pile of all the other words I’ve blogged about here that I’ve never heard before, but damn it, I love this one. It sounds so bougie and fancy. Like something Scarlett O’Hara might have said in Gone With the Wind. At least now I have a word to use to describe the unhinged ramblings of Donnie Dumbass whenever I have the misfortune of seeing or hearing him on TV and it’s a word I can use in polite company, too. For example — “What a load of taradiddle that just came out of that clown’s mouth. Does he think we’re stupid?” The answer of course is yes, he does think we’re that stupid, but hey.

Are there any other words that you’ve heard recently or always known about that make you laugh? Either they’re spelled funny or they sound funny or they just bring a funny image to your mind. Another word like that for me is kumquat. It’s a fruit, a perfectly harmless word, but it sounds so filthy, and whenever I say it, I feel like I’m getting away with something dirty.

Mind your manners.


I used to curtsy like that when I was a little girl. I also always wondered why Alice had legs shaped like baseball bats.

Today’s Word of the Day is deportment which means, “the manner in which a person behaves.” I suppose I’m a relic from a bygone era, but I strongly believe in acting like a lady. That doesn’t mean being a damsel in distress and waiting for a man to do everything for me, but when in public, I behave properly. I know how to get in and out of a car wearing a skirt or dress in a manner that doesn’t flash anyone. I say “please” and “thank you,” and I address people I don’t know as “sir” and “ma’am”/”miss” until they tell me their names or how they wish to be addressed. I chew with my mouth closed, I don’t talk with food in my mouth, and I keep my elbows off the table.

For some reason, a lot of that is difficult for people, be they male or female. Like I said, maybe I’m a relic or maybe my parents were just overly strict with my sister and I, but that’s just how I am. I don’t regret it, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

On the road again.

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Today’s Word of the Day is wanderlust which means, “a longing to wander or travel.” Now, I was always taught not to define a word with the word, but Merriam-Webster has been doing this a lot longer than I’ve been alive, so if they say the word wander belongs in the definition, then that’s how it shall be. I definitely want to travel more than I have, and though I don’t fly, there are plenty of things in the United States I’d like to see before I die. Road trips are especially fun because I think you can really experience the country better that way. You can really take the time to see things, talk to people, get a real feel for where you are. I’d love to visit some of the old mining towns in Colorado like Silverton, Ophir, and Telluride, as the scenery there is almost too beautiful to describe with words. Google Street View is the best I can do right now, but one day…one day I’ll get there.

Well, I just learned a new word.

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Today’s Word of the Day is periphrasis which means, “use of a longer form of expression.” Hmm. Not only had I never heard of this word before today, the first time I tried to pronounce it, I pronounced it wrong! I said “pear-a-fray-sis” when it’s really “puh-riff-ruh-sis.” So, today was a double whammy of linguistic ignorance for me, I’m afraid. Apparently, periphrasis is a really, really fancy of way of saying someone talks to damn much and doesn’t get to the point fast enough. I think we all know at least one person who could charitably be described like that. I’ve sometimes been guilty of it myself. I think it’s because I fancy myself a writer, and when I get going (aside from this blog, I also write fiction stories), I sometimes lose myself in being overly descriptive, whether it’s about a person or an event or a location.

Are you guilty of periphrasis too? What was your worst example of it? Maybe a test at school or maybe you ran on a bit too long on your resumé.

Moving up the ladder.

Today’s Word of the Day is schmooze which means, “to converse informally.” Now, I have to confess to really only using this word to describe someone who is trying to get something out of another person by buttering them up, kissing their butt, flattering them, etc. I know the word is used as in the definition, but that’s not been my experience using the word. To me, when you’re schmoozing with someone, you’re appealing to their ego because you want something either they have or they can help provide for you, whether it’s a job or some money or access to something. There’s something insincere about it, is what I’m saying. On that note, today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection is all about trying to get something out of someone else by stroking their ego and puffing them up. I hereby give you “The Stroke” by Billy Squier. Enjoy!