Call it When Bloggers Eat, not quite a sequel to When Bloggers Meet. The Misanthrope and I joined forces again and enjoyed a very pleasant meal together. I have intentionally been very circumspect about who I was willing to meet in real life.
My blog is the scene of the crime. It is the place where I have laid bare my soul, created crazy tales of a tortured soul and engaged in all sorts of nonsense. This place, this little corner of cyberspace is a contradiction. It is a refuge and an asylum. I have a love/hate relationship with it.
Blog relationships follow a different speed than real life. Readers gain access to the skeletons in the closet far faster than they would in real life. Sometimes they learn about painful and or embarrassing experiences that you might not share.
The Misanthrope is one of the original readers. He has been suffering through these posts since Dubya's first term way back in 2004. Clearly he is a social worker and or as disturbed as I am, why else would he hang out here. ;)
We had a great time. He is easy to talk to. We cover the normal realm of conversation and can slip into a comfortable discussion about blogging and Twitter. The funny look that sometimes accompanies the revelation that I am a blogger and the questions that follow don't exist here.
Anyway, I enjoyed our time together and it gave me all sorts of ideas for some new posts. The big question is whether I will actually get to them. Well, we shall see. And with that I'll end this and mull over how to convert those ideas into real posts.
Kiss Me Daddy
The dark haired beauty never ceases to amaze me. She is smart, inquisitive, beautiful and well aware that she has a special relationship with me. That girl is my daughter through and through. She is everything I could ever ask for and payback all rolled up in one.
For a long time she liked to try and tease me about having a boyfriend. All last year she would tell me about her little friend and then giggle when I would tell her that I was going to punch him in the nose. She doesn't know that his mother didn't find it so funny, but I don't care.
I understand boys. I am one. We use logic and reason. We say what we mean and we act upon it. Sometimes we are stupid, but it is far easier to deal with boys than girls. I already see the crap coming. Just listen to her talk about playing with the girls and you can see a rocky road. Damn, how can the mean girls be around already.
The boys don't have the same sort of drama as the girls. Sometimes I get to help serve lunch at school and I smile as I watch the kids play. At five the boys play with the girls almost as frequently as they play with other boys. Those poor kids haven't any clue that their playmates are studying their every move so that they can exploit their weaknesses. I want to tell them to run, poor bastards will wind up like the rest of us. ;)
Anyhoo, the dark haired beauty has recently begun a new game. She tells me that she doesn't want to get married because she thinks that kissing is disgusting. It started after she saw The Princess and The Frog. She came home and told me that she can't get married.
When I inquired why she told me that she can't do it because you have to kiss a boy on the lips. I asked her if she was sure and she told me that it is the "rules" and that if you don't then Barack Obama will fire you. I didn't ask her how she came up with the last part. But I did gasp a bit when she told me that figured that she can still have kids without a husband. She did qualify that she is not really sure how, but she expects that she can.
We'll deal with that one later. In the interim this kissing thing isn't totally over. No, she has decided that she wants to kiss me. She surprised me the first time. She sat on my lap and pretended to spray my lips. I didn't know what she was doing and just assumed that I was being given another dark haired beauty makeover.
The next thing I knew she grabbed my face, smiled and kissed me on the lips. I must have given her a look because she gave me a devilish smile and hugged me. It is innocent, but it really did throw me for a loop. I asked her why she did it and she told me that my face is too scratchy.
When she went to bed I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek and she squealed. I asked her why and she said that next time I need to kiss her lips because my face is still too scratchy. I could have sworn that I saw that devilish smile reappear.
Oy, it is a good thing that I love this girl.
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For a long time she liked to try and tease me about having a boyfriend. All last year she would tell me about her little friend and then giggle when I would tell her that I was going to punch him in the nose. She doesn't know that his mother didn't find it so funny, but I don't care.
I understand boys. I am one. We use logic and reason. We say what we mean and we act upon it. Sometimes we are stupid, but it is far easier to deal with boys than girls. I already see the crap coming. Just listen to her talk about playing with the girls and you can see a rocky road. Damn, how can the mean girls be around already.
The boys don't have the same sort of drama as the girls. Sometimes I get to help serve lunch at school and I smile as I watch the kids play. At five the boys play with the girls almost as frequently as they play with other boys. Those poor kids haven't any clue that their playmates are studying their every move so that they can exploit their weaknesses. I want to tell them to run, poor bastards will wind up like the rest of us. ;)
Anyhoo, the dark haired beauty has recently begun a new game. She tells me that she doesn't want to get married because she thinks that kissing is disgusting. It started after she saw The Princess and The Frog. She came home and told me that she can't get married.
When I inquired why she told me that she can't do it because you have to kiss a boy on the lips. I asked her if she was sure and she told me that it is the "rules" and that if you don't then Barack Obama will fire you. I didn't ask her how she came up with the last part. But I did gasp a bit when she told me that figured that she can still have kids without a husband. She did qualify that she is not really sure how, but she expects that she can.
We'll deal with that one later. In the interim this kissing thing isn't totally over. No, she has decided that she wants to kiss me. She surprised me the first time. She sat on my lap and pretended to spray my lips. I didn't know what she was doing and just assumed that I was being given another dark haired beauty makeover.
The next thing I knew she grabbed my face, smiled and kissed me on the lips. I must have given her a look because she gave me a devilish smile and hugged me. It is innocent, but it really did throw me for a loop. I asked her why she did it and she told me that my face is too scratchy.
When she went to bed I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek and she squealed. I asked her why and she said that next time I need to kiss her lips because my face is still too scratchy. I could have sworn that I saw that devilish smile reappear.
Oy, it is a good thing that I love this girl.
The Clock Is Running- Give Me Some Breathing Room
(Basketball as a metaphor for life, again.)
Sometimes what irritates me the most about getting older are the physical changes. I woke up this morning, tired, achy and cranky. More than anything else I was irritated by how my legs felt. Played two hours of ball the night before and they were most unhappy with me.
I ran with a bunch of younger guys.They were anxious to push the ball up the court as fast as possible. I suspect that I frustrated them because I didn't push it as hard as they did. I grabbed a rebound and cleared out space, gave myself room to see what was going on. No need to react on every play, unless necessary.
On the drive home I thought about it. Pumped full of endorphins and feeling my oats I smiled at the memory of doing battle on the boards with the 25 year-old who was trash talking. It would have been easy to give in and go hard at him on every play, but that wouldn't have been playing my game.
So I have adapted and adjusted my game. I have gotten smarter about how to play. I clear out and look around because I want the breathing room. I want to make smart decisions. It is not any different than how I approach life. I don't want to make stupid decisions because I am angry, frustrated and upset.
It is harder now because I don't have the breathing room I want. Too many responsibilities and too much mishegahs is making it harder to gain the space I crave. So I find myself short tempered and more interested in making the quick and easy move.
Last night I baited the 25 year-old into trying to out muscle me. I taunted and teased him about being embarrassed by the fat middle aged guy and he bought it hook, line and sinker. Mind you it was all in good fun and he razzed me back repeatedly.
But it worked because I forced him to play to my strengths. I made him play my game. I think that part of the reason I have been frustrated lately is that I have forgotten that part of my success has been built upon adapting my game to the environment.
Instead I have been busy trying to force the square peg into the round hole. It is not a smart way to do things. No need to work twice as hard for half the reward.
If I had a little breathing room I would have realized it sooner, but I didn't. So here I am, slow to pick up on the obvious, but I have got it now. Now let's see where it were goes.
Sometimes what irritates me the most about getting older are the physical changes. I woke up this morning, tired, achy and cranky. More than anything else I was irritated by how my legs felt. Played two hours of ball the night before and they were most unhappy with me.
I ran with a bunch of younger guys.They were anxious to push the ball up the court as fast as possible. I suspect that I frustrated them because I didn't push it as hard as they did. I grabbed a rebound and cleared out space, gave myself room to see what was going on. No need to react on every play, unless necessary.
On the drive home I thought about it. Pumped full of endorphins and feeling my oats I smiled at the memory of doing battle on the boards with the 25 year-old who was trash talking. It would have been easy to give in and go hard at him on every play, but that wouldn't have been playing my game.
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I try not to get caught up in looking at the past. The 25 year-old I used to be would have gone full force on every play. My ego wouldn't have allowed me to give in at all. Life has changed and I can't do that anymore, not if I want to play for more than a couple of games.So I have adapted and adjusted my game. I have gotten smarter about how to play. I clear out and look around because I want the breathing room. I want to make smart decisions. It is not any different than how I approach life. I don't want to make stupid decisions because I am angry, frustrated and upset.
It is harder now because I don't have the breathing room I want. Too many responsibilities and too much mishegahs is making it harder to gain the space I crave. So I find myself short tempered and more interested in making the quick and easy move.
Last night I baited the 25 year-old into trying to out muscle me. I taunted and teased him about being embarrassed by the fat middle aged guy and he bought it hook, line and sinker. Mind you it was all in good fun and he razzed me back repeatedly.
But it worked because I forced him to play to my strengths. I made him play my game. I think that part of the reason I have been frustrated lately is that I have forgotten that part of my success has been built upon adapting my game to the environment.
Instead I have been busy trying to force the square peg into the round hole. It is not a smart way to do things. No need to work twice as hard for half the reward.
If I had a little breathing room I would have realized it sooner, but I didn't. So here I am, slow to pick up on the obvious, but I have got it now. Now let's see where it were goes.
Improve Your Health- Have More Sex
CNN has the news:
1. A longer life
2. A healthier heart
3. Lower blood pressure
4. Lower risk of breast cancer
5. Lower risk of prostate cancer
6. Pain relief
7. A slimmer physique
8. Better testosterone levels
9. Fewer menopause symptoms
10. Healthier semen
"Researchers have long known that not only is sex fun (when done with the right person, of course), but that people who have frequent sex tend to live longer and have healthier hearts and lower rates of certain cancers. These studies also show that men with an active sex life have healthier sperm, and sexually active women have fewer menopause symptoms."The story goes on to report that studies show the following benefits as well:
1. A longer life
2. A healthier heart
3. Lower blood pressure
4. Lower risk of breast cancer
5. Lower risk of prostate cancer
6. Pain relief
7. A slimmer physique
8. Better testosterone levels
9. Fewer menopause symptoms
10. Healthier semen
Time Stand Still
Boy this song seems appropriate now.
Time Stand Still- Rush
Time Stand Still- Rush
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end
(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time Stands still
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
Time Stands still
I turn my face to the sun
I Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that I can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
MAKE EACH SENSATION A LITTLE BIT STRONGER
Make each impression, a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away...
Time stands still
Time stands still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time stands still
Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away.
Vocabulary Words #11- Obscure but Interesting
Welcome to the eleventh edition of Vocabulary words. I love to write and enjoy learning new words. Below you will find a list of words that I have stumbled upon and decided to share with you. It is not in alphabetical order. Instead sets of words appear from their respective editions.
Here is part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part 6, part seven, part eight, part nine and part 10.
Here are the new words for this edition:
esurient- hungry, greedy
Nugatory-1 : of little or no consequence 2 : having no force.
acatalepsy-Incomprehensibility of things; the doctrine held by the ancient Skeptic philosophers, that human knowledge never amounts to certainty, but only to probability.
acephalist- One who acknowledges no head or superior.
A list of previously used words can be found just below:
Here is part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part 6, part seven, part eight, part nine and part 10.
Here are the new words for this edition:
esurient- hungry, greedy
Nugatory-1 : of little or no consequence 2 : having no force.
acatalepsy-Incomprehensibility of things; the doctrine held by the ancient Skeptic philosophers, that human knowledge never amounts to certainty, but only to probability.
acephalist- One who acknowledges no head or superior.
A list of previously used words can be found just below:
Raconteur-One who tells stories and anecdotes with skill and wit.
Callipygian-adj.Having beautifully proportioned buttocks.
Lachrymose-adj.
Perspicacious-adj. Having or showing penetrating mental discernment; clear-sighted.
- Weeping or inclined to weep; tearful.
- Causing or tending to cause tears.
Flibbertigibbet-n. A silly, scatterbrained, or garrulous person.
Jejune-adj. Not interesting; dull: “and there pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases” (Anthony Trollope).
Lacking maturity; childish: surprised by their jejune responses to our problems.
Lacking in nutrition: a jejune diet
Ollendorffian- in the stilted language of foreign phrase-books.
gerascophobia -a morbid, irrational fear of, or aversion to, growing old.
bathysiderodrophobia -the fear of subways, undergrounds or metros.
hormephobia-Fear of shock.
cacoethes loquendi-the irresistible urge to speak.
cacoethes scribendi-the irresistible urge to write
saudade-[Port.] yearning or longing, but more than that...
Scaturient-L. scaturiens, p. pr. of scaturire gush out, from scatere to bubble, gush.]
Gushing forth; full to overflowing; effusive. [R.]
Walpurgisnacht1) the eve of May Day on which witches are held to ride to an appointed rendezvous
2) something (as an event or situation) having a nightmarish quality
barlafumble[fr. parley, call for truce + ?] Scot. obs.
a call for a truce by one who has fallen in fighting or play; a request for a time out
defalcate-intr.v., -cat·ed, -cat·ing, -cates. To misuse funds; embezzle.
Dactylonomy-n.[Gr. da`ktylos finger + no`mos law, distribution.]
The art of numbering or counting by the fingers.
recrudesce-intr.v., -desced, -desc·ing, -desc·es.To break out anew or come into renewed activity, as after a period of quiescence.
videlicet-vĭ-dĕl'ĭ-sĕt', vī-, wĭ-dā'lĭ-kĕt') pronunciation
adv. (Abbr. viz.)
That is; namely. Used to introduce examples, lists, or items.
temerarious-adj. Presumptuously or recklessly daring
Tentiginous-[L. tentigo, -inis, a tension, lecherousness, fr. tendere, tentum, to stretch.]
1. Stiff; stretched; strained. [Obs.] Johnson. 2. Lustful, or pertaining to lust. [Obs.] B. Jonson
Urinator-n.[L., from urinari to plunge under water, to dive.]
One who dives under water in search of something, as for pearls; a diver.
usufruct-n.The right to use and enjoy the profits and advantages of something belonging to another as long as the property is not damaged or altered in any way.
Jackpudding-n.A merry-andrew; a buffoon.
Jobbernowl-n.[OE. jobbernoule, fr. jobarde a stupid fellow; cf. E. noll.]
A blockhead.
nikhedonia-fr. Nike, the Greek goddess of victory + hedoné, pleasure] the pleasure derived from anticipating success
quidnunckery-[fr. L. quid nunc, what now] nonce-word curiosity, love of news or gossip (also quid-nunc-ism)
mancinism-the condition of being left-handed
macroverbumsciolist- 1) a person who is ignorant of large words
2) a person who pretends to know a word, then secretly refers to a dictionary.
mastigophorer-obs. a fellow worthy to be whipped.
matutolypea-getting up on the wrong side of the bed.
xenodochiophobia -the fear of foreign hospitality (worry about foreign hotels).
Xenodochium-n.(a) (Class. Antiq.) A house for the reception of strangers. (b) In the Middle Ages, a room in a monastery for the reception and entertainment of strangers and pilgrims, and for the relief of paupers. [Called also Xenodocheion.]
Knobstick-n. 1. One who refuses to join, or withdraws from, a trade union. [Cant, Eng.]
2. A stick, cane, or club terminating in a knob; esp., such a stick or club used as a weapon or missile; a knobkerrie.
effulgence-\i-FUL-juhn(t)s\, noun:
The state of being bright and radiant; splendor; brilliance.
[Webster 1913 Suppl.]
divaricate-To diverge at a wide angle; spread apart.
Otiant- idle; resting.
machicolation- n. apertures in parapet or floor of gallery for firing upon persons below. machicolate, v.t. furnish with these
Secern- To discern as separate; discriminate.
prothalamion -A song in celebration of a wedding; an epithalamium.
a capite ad calcem-From head to heel.
ad internecionem- To extermination.
Abusus non tollit usum-Wrong use does not preclude proper use.
ad captandum vulgus-To attract or to please the rabble.
Abligurition- n.[L. abligurito, fr. abligurire to spend in luxurious indulgence; ab + ligurire to be lickerish, dainty, fr. lingere to lick.]
Prodigal expense for food. [Obs.] Bailey.
Anililagnia- an attraction to older women.
Armsaye: the armhole in clothing.
Euneirophrenia: peace of mind after a pleasant dream.
Suppedaneum: foot support for crucifix victims.
Adfenestration: V. The act of entering through a window, usually surreptitiously.
Vatic-adj.Of or characteristic of a prophet; oracular.
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