I screwed up. I was supposed to compose a cutesy 100 things post (it's apparently a blogger rule), last time. I know, I'll never make it in the blogarena
now, will I? I stupidly decided to do a heartwarming piece about the love our boys have for their Mom
instead of telling you 100 things you don't want to know about me. Bad Blogger.
I actually gave this some thought.
Even though I rely heavily on images on ihopeiwinatoaster, I've always been a word man- so here are one-hundred words I like, and why.
- It is so tasty. It drips like an Ohio forest after an early summer dew.
I like the word pickle
- something crisp and crunchy and something you must get out of.
- It's just a cool-lookin' word.
In the middle of saying the word atmospheric
you float, just for a nanosecond. It's a scientific fact.
I am in awe of the word awe
, three lowercase letters do all that word does.
- because I am big guy with a little boy's soul.
- because stuffed bears make little boys happy.
Does it get any better than the ultimate "mash-up" word praise
? Pray and raise, perfect.
always alludes me when I see it in print. I seem to think it is a place, every time.
I love the perfect posture of the word honor
I think hairbrainage
is a great word, if I may say so myself.
is another perfect word, somehow grateful and race, together.
, that's a good one. Not this thing, but this better
thing. Cool word.
(Yeah, place names count) It's a place and a way. It's where we're raising our boys.
is a pithy little word.
, who'd eat that word?
I've always wanted to use the word ichthyologist
in a sentence but I can never remember if it is birds or fishes. (Nailed it.)
The word gobsmacked
, well, gobsmacks you right in the forehead.
Pie, Pie... there's a song we sing every time someones says 'pie.'
puts a contrarian look on your face.
The word snowfall
soothes me, and it looks like snow on bushes and trees.
suggests spiders but it means something scarier: I got old.
When the boys were two I understood the word toddler
. I miss those little guys.
The word loneliness
is a lament, another mash-up, lost and only.
The word jubilation
is an all out party.
- look to
. It is that simple.
I grew up Ohio
, "it's round on the ends and high in the middle."
I have always envied the German language its straightforwardness, see zeitgeist.
slushes, sloshes and pops around in your mouth.
gets stuck on your tongue.
The word stifle
is as nasty as it sounds.
or kebob is funny any way you spell it.
I can smell chrism
whenever I see the word.
was the first polysyllabic word the boys put to everyday use.
I think a broad lexicon
is as important as it sounds.
wanders around in your head for a while, doesn't it?
. I secretly feel the greatest is hope.
I have sometimes been called a lunatic
. I never much minded, it sounds like fun.
I have never really understood the word righteousness
; is it something we want or not?
has a big-ole wide-eyed "oh" in the middle of it. Yep.
is too deep for me.
Sometimes I get tired of the word command
shoving a hand in my face.
a good thing or not?
has its hand on it's hips and seems so sassy.
The truth positively drips off of the word altruism
, dripping down your chin suggestively.
is a mess of a word.
For some reason wed
makes me want to weep happily.
got a bad rep somehow. It is actually a good thing.
Let's face it, dammit
gets the job done.
is slow to get started and end
is so final.
The boys know how to say ethnicity
, and I always say "God bless you" when they do.
The word blessed
has been usurped, as in "we are so blessed to have... " It is a meaningful word that's lost its way.
I like to capitalize Theatre
. Yes. With that spelling.
is a braggart of a word.
Who the hell decided Wednesday
was the way to spell that day of the week?
builds a little nest for all those round letters.
I'd have coined the word aghast
, ghastly and agape at the same time.
, n.- to reach one's destination and have no idea why you are there. (I made that one up, but feel free to use it.)
is a useful word.
wraps arms around you every time.
because Xmas is a woefully inadequate substitute for the "Mass of Christ."
does not off the tongue come well. (Not unlike that sentence.)
The word sap
seems simple enough, and yet, is it life-giving or life-draining?
misery and hopelessness, sorrow and loneliness. I've seen it.
- because no good font should be without.
I rely heavily on Dude
, like two old hippie friends that you just can't ask to go away.
, pals for life.
is a brilliant, ridiculous collection of letters. I always see the two circles of the b's as wide open eyes flashing in astonishment.
always bounces through my mind.
comes back to itself.
I love how literal disarm
, bubble gum and tank exploder, 'nuff said.
Can I use a prefix? I choose non-
because you always know a word is headed for trouble when you see that before it.
caresses better than artist.
You can't get anything past occasionally
, it's a bulldozer of a word.
is a verb, you know. So is love.
is full and is excruciatingly difficult to spell.
One word is a taste, a smell, and a color: honeysuckle
holds itself up.
should be just that, a kinder garden. (I know it means children.) Plus it looks like an ink blotter exploded.
is way to big, but who is willing to tell it? Wouldn't want to hurt any feelings.
is soft and round and... mushy.
is both poetic and tragic to me, nostalgic and angering.
is a formidable word, it is also a verb.
is a noun, though, I've always found that interesting.
The word metamorphosis
is a concept, a melding. I love that word.
seems like a fair and balanced word.
does everything three letters can do, softly and gently.
- (in alphabetical order) because it means mischievous freckles and irresistible smiles.
because it means spontaneous dancing and happy dimples.
- because it now means infinite love. And I miss mine and, someday they'll miss me. I hope I hear it for a very long time to come.
That might be one-hundred and one, but who's counting...