Words to Grin By

A clever word makes for a good day

friggin

Friggin’ is a fabulous word. It can emphasize anything.  You get a much stronger feeling when you say  “it is so friggin’ cold” or “my boss is a friggin’ dufus”.  It even feels good to say it.  If a study were to be done on how using certain words can reduce stress, I am sure this word should be included in the study.  After I say, “my gosh, the people at that insurance company are so friggin incompetent”,   I  just feel better than I did the second before I said it.

I am now going to take a nap.  Baby ate every 3 hours last night and I am so friggin’ tired.

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December 14, 2009 Posted by | language, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

buffoon

As in “that idiot is such a buffoon”.  Even the way to spell this word is slightly comical;  double f’s, double o’s, starts with the same letters that start the words butte, buttock, buckaroo, bum.   I can’t tell you what the official definition is because, as will often be the case, I have a sleeping baby in my arms and I can’t go around searching for the ‘end all, be all’ book, “the dictionary” (I will find it and keep it on my desk from now on, within reach of my available arm).   But I am quite sure it says something like “an adjective, describes someone of a stupid nature,  a moron, an imbecile, an idiot, or someone who lacks any thread of common sense”. 

You may wonder how this word came into my head.  I was telling a friend a story about a man whom I once worked for.  I was 9 months pregnant, at work, and my water broke.  I was quite sure of it but having never been pregnant before, there was room for a little doubt due to my lack of experience.  I told this man I had to leave for the hospital, my water broke, and I was pretty sure I was going to have a baby… imminantly.  His response? “You just peed in your pants a little.  It happens to pregnant women all the time.  I need sales tax submitted today”.  I lingered until my contractions were 10 minutes apart, I could not contact my husband, and I had to drive myself to the hospital clenching with each wave of back pain and both mortified and terrified I might give birth on the side of the road, alone.  That idiot man that I worked for was indeed, a buffoon.

December 13, 2009 Posted by | language | , , , | Leave a comment

first post, initial word

Clearly, I started a blog today.  Baby finally sleeping in my arm and after two kids, I have become capable of typing one handed.  I don’t type well, fast. or accurately, but I can type.  I have decided to talk about words that make me smile.  Some words are just fun the way they roll off your tongue.  If I can find the perfect sentence in which to use one of these words, I find myself giggly on the inside. 

My first word is amock – as in “my children are running amock”.  One of my favorite words, amock.  The dictionary says it means to run around in a murderous rage.  Well, obviously my children, one at  3 years of age and the other, 9 months, aren’t criminals, but I love the sound of the word “amock”.  And the word seems to describe the wild abandon in which the children zoom around the house.  The 9 month old doesn’t actually yet zoom, heck, she just learned to crawl.  But just imagine a 3 year old with boundless energy who thinks rules do not apply to her and a 9 mo old who can’t run but wants to and makes up for lack of locomotion by screaming her head off.   That is my house everday and everyday…

                                                my children are running  “amock”.

December 12, 2009 Posted by | language, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment