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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sorry!
I've not posted an entry in a little while, I know. I have been incredibly busy/sleep deprived as of late, but I'll be back soon with a REAL entry. I promise. For now, here's a photo of me and my favorite kitty, Bijou:
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
More 'Words'...
This edition of 'Words Of The Week' is dedicated to Hubby.
Here are a few random-but-necessary tidbits about this treasure of a man:
Hubby is amazingly handsome, wonderfully tall, extremely talented (he's a very skilled and soulful pianist), kind hearted, tough as nails (he holds several black belts in various styles of martial arts, and to varying degrees), has brown, curly hair and kind, green eyes that have the ability to reduce me to a blubbering, sappy fool. Hubby is, quite literally, my best friend. Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I've never been the kind of girl who has close girlfriends. I have had maybe two close girlfriends in my lifetime, one from early childhood and one from my formative years; the latter of which I still keep in touch with, though only on a semi-annual basis. So, when I proclaim that Hubby is my best friend, I honestly mean it. I can tell this man anything. Hubby can actively participate in discussions with me on the most girliest of topics, all the while bravely and unflinchingly fighting his natural male instinct to run away screaming. Also, he never gets grossed out or squeamish when I go on about the wretchedness of "that time of the month". Instead, he calmly allows me to bitch and vent until I run out of steam or pass out from hyperventilating -whichever happens to occur first. He is a fabulous listener; with this man, I never have to censor my true, raw feelings and opinions on any given subject the way we all reluctantly feel we should do in public - and I have some VERY strong feelings and opinions. He even likes to go shopping with me. Seriously. He says he likes to watch me shop, that he thinks my facial expressions are cute and adorable, especially when I'm buying something. I am not making this up (how could I?), and no, he is not gay. Call it "the honeymoon period", call it "newlywed bliss", call it what you will. He is, in fact, the perfect man!
Another thing about Hubby - he's a Limey. That is, he's British! Yes, that's right ladies, Hubby has a very attractive British accent. I am a lucky, lucky girl! So, for this week's 'Words', we're going to look at some East London Slang, or Cockney Rhyming Slang, if you will. Now, Hubby is not actually from London; he's from the North West, nearer to Manchester in a region called Lancashire. I do realize there is a whole Lancashire dialect and slang as well, however I've not performed the proper amount of research on that specific idiom as of yet. Research on that will, I'm afraid, require hours and hours of alone time with Hubby, carefully picking his brain and coaxing forth his memories of old, as I want to make sure I get as much accurate information as possible in order to intelligently inform you all on the topic.
So for now, in the spirit of all things British, it's Cockney Slang. If some of you are not familiar with Cockney Slang, it's all based on rhyming. The more bizarre the rhyme, the better, as it is supposed to be a bit like speaking in secret code.
Ready? Here we go:
NICK COTTON (adj): Rotten, as in "It's all gone a bit Nick Cotton."
BENDY FLEX (noun): Sex, as in "Just going for a bit of Bendy."
ENGLISH LIT (noun): Shit, as in "I'm off for an English Lit."
FRED ASTAIRE (noun): Hair, as in "You 'ad your Fred done?"
SMASH AND GRAB (noun): Cab, as in "I'm off down the pub, I'll get a Smash home."
(courtesy of www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk)
I challenge you all to use these little gems in your everyday language, and report back to me with your findings.
Until next time, friends!
Here are a few random-but-necessary tidbits about this treasure of a man:
Hubby is amazingly handsome, wonderfully tall, extremely talented (he's a very skilled and soulful pianist), kind hearted, tough as nails (he holds several black belts in various styles of martial arts, and to varying degrees), has brown, curly hair and kind, green eyes that have the ability to reduce me to a blubbering, sappy fool. Hubby is, quite literally, my best friend. Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I've never been the kind of girl who has close girlfriends. I have had maybe two close girlfriends in my lifetime, one from early childhood and one from my formative years; the latter of which I still keep in touch with, though only on a semi-annual basis. So, when I proclaim that Hubby is my best friend, I honestly mean it. I can tell this man anything. Hubby can actively participate in discussions with me on the most girliest of topics, all the while bravely and unflinchingly fighting his natural male instinct to run away screaming. Also, he never gets grossed out or squeamish when I go on about the wretchedness of "that time of the month". Instead, he calmly allows me to bitch and vent until I run out of steam or pass out from hyperventilating -whichever happens to occur first. He is a fabulous listener; with this man, I never have to censor my true, raw feelings and opinions on any given subject the way we all reluctantly feel we should do in public - and I have some VERY strong feelings and opinions. He even likes to go shopping with me. Seriously. He says he likes to watch me shop, that he thinks my facial expressions are cute and adorable, especially when I'm buying something. I am not making this up (how could I?), and no, he is not gay. Call it "the honeymoon period", call it "newlywed bliss", call it what you will. He is, in fact, the perfect man!
Another thing about Hubby - he's a Limey. That is, he's British! Yes, that's right ladies, Hubby has a very attractive British accent. I am a lucky, lucky girl! So, for this week's 'Words', we're going to look at some East London Slang, or Cockney Rhyming Slang, if you will. Now, Hubby is not actually from London; he's from the North West, nearer to Manchester in a region called Lancashire. I do realize there is a whole Lancashire dialect and slang as well, however I've not performed the proper amount of research on that specific idiom as of yet. Research on that will, I'm afraid, require hours and hours of alone time with Hubby, carefully picking his brain and coaxing forth his memories of old, as I want to make sure I get as much accurate information as possible in order to intelligently inform you all on the topic.
So for now, in the spirit of all things British, it's Cockney Slang. If some of you are not familiar with Cockney Slang, it's all based on rhyming. The more bizarre the rhyme, the better, as it is supposed to be a bit like speaking in secret code.
Ready? Here we go:
NICK COTTON (adj): Rotten, as in "It's all gone a bit Nick Cotton."
BENDY FLEX (noun): Sex, as in "Just going for a bit of Bendy."
ENGLISH LIT (noun): Shit, as in "I'm off for an English Lit."
FRED ASTAIRE (noun): Hair, as in "You 'ad your Fred done?"
SMASH AND GRAB (noun): Cab, as in "I'm off down the pub, I'll get a Smash home."
(courtesy of www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk)
I challenge you all to use these little gems in your everyday language, and report back to me with your findings.
Until next time, friends!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Day Dreamer
Having been encumbered during all of last week, as well as the beginning of this week, with the latest and final installment of the Harry Potter story, I have regretfully neglected some all-important priorities in my life: namely my husband and this blog. My husband, whom I will hereafter refer to simply as Hubby, has expressed to me his heartfelt feelings that he will indeed be very glad when I complete, and therefore rid myself of, this ever intrusive series of books. Apparently, since beginning book #5 of the Potter story a few weeks ago, I have been unpleasant to be around. Yes, allegedly I've been aloof, restless, impatient, listless, and short-tempered. In my defense, I had no idea I was behaving this way, and I certainly never thought to make the connection that these books were somehow a catalyst. Still, Hubby swears that when I distance myself from that magical world, I am a much happier, more loving and affectionate person. He claims, for instance, that during my few days of respite between the 5th and 6th books, I was a complete and utter sweetheart (as I usually am - no surprise there!). I admit it probably doesn't bode well that when I am interrupted from my feverish reading, it takes me a minute or 60 to resurrect myself from the fog. And...well alright, the long periods of watery-eyed unresponsiveness, where I sit and stare in silence while brooding over the lives and possible deaths of various characters, not hearing or unconsciously ignoring anyone who dares to intrude upon my reverie by asking insipid questions such as "Cup of tea, darling?" may be a bit disconcerting. But, I'm sure all of that is normal behavior, yes? When I was immersed in the Dune series a few years back, I desperately wanted to live the life of a Bene Gesserit. I thought about what I would do if I were a Bene Gesserit. Constantly. Especially when fellow subway commuters pissed me off. I only reached the end of book #3 in the Dune series when I made the decision to stop reading them, due to the fact that my interest in the storyline was waning. Likewise, with the Ender's Game series (absolute brilliant writing by Orson Scott Card, by the way) I found myself having great difficultly exiting that futuristic world after I laid the books down. And I shudder to even think about, to let my mind find its way back to, the twisted world of Clive Barker's Imagica, for the shear fear and sickening, gagging reflex I used to have while reading it. I barely made it through that one. So, I have always been able to effortlessly live in a story, to place myself in a particular world and even become a particular character if my heart agrees with it, or relates to it, or falls in love with it, or feels the reality of it, or finds truth in it...or if the writing is nothing short of superb. I just assumed everyone else was like that, too.
As a child, I had a "serious problem with day dreaming" and an "over-active imagination", or so I was told by my school teachers. I was always able to escape boring or unpleasant situations, or to avenge myself of the bullies who tormented me, with my ability to become someone else, someone better, through my day dreams. However, I think the older I become, the less I let myself exercise my imagination in that way, and the more I need books to take me to those other places. Obviously, as the child becomes an adult, so must the child take on the responsibilities that adulthood brings. Such responsibilities include little things like living in the clear and present and deciding who you are and what you stand for. While I immensely enjoy submerging myself in other worlds full of other possibilities, I will not let myself lose touch with what my real, everyday life is all about, or neglect those loved ones in it. That would be...well, that would be insanity, actually. But also, it would be pathetic and cowardly. And I'm neither of those things. My life, as it turns out, is sweet and the people in it are precious to me. Even when some days are sad and some days are difficult, I know what it's all about and that knowledge gives me peace and (for the most part) happiness. Sometimes, though, I need a little reminder. Thank you, my dear Hubby. That's one of the many reasons why I love you.
But now, I'm finished with the saga of Harry Potter and still reeling from the wonderful feelings of justice, of satisfaction and approval that the ending provides. I'm still swimming my way out of the strong current of that world, even if a bit regretfully.
As a child, I had a "serious problem with day dreaming" and an "over-active imagination", or so I was told by my school teachers. I was always able to escape boring or unpleasant situations, or to avenge myself of the bullies who tormented me, with my ability to become someone else, someone better, through my day dreams. However, I think the older I become, the less I let myself exercise my imagination in that way, and the more I need books to take me to those other places. Obviously, as the child becomes an adult, so must the child take on the responsibilities that adulthood brings. Such responsibilities include little things like living in the clear and present and deciding who you are and what you stand for. While I immensely enjoy submerging myself in other worlds full of other possibilities, I will not let myself lose touch with what my real, everyday life is all about, or neglect those loved ones in it. That would be...well, that would be insanity, actually. But also, it would be pathetic and cowardly. And I'm neither of those things. My life, as it turns out, is sweet and the people in it are precious to me. Even when some days are sad and some days are difficult, I know what it's all about and that knowledge gives me peace and (for the most part) happiness. Sometimes, though, I need a little reminder. Thank you, my dear Hubby. That's one of the many reasons why I love you.
But now, I'm finished with the saga of Harry Potter and still reeling from the wonderful feelings of justice, of satisfaction and approval that the ending provides. I'm still swimming my way out of the strong current of that world, even if a bit regretfully.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Uhm...
I am sorry for my silence, but my mind has been completely high-jacked by the world of Harry Potter. Yes. I took a flying leap onto that gravy train and have been taken captive. I cannot do anything creative, or think about doing anything creative until I FINISH THE DAMN STORY. I started the 5th book a week ago, I just finished the 6th book last night...and as soon as I depart from work today, I will immediately and urgently make my way to the nearest book dealer to purchase the last and final installment. I absolutely HATE hard cover books, hate them. I need books to be as compact and as portable as possible, seeing as I must always have one on my person. But, for the sake of getting my life back, I will make this one exception. I am a crazy person right now, as I've had to endure the hour and a half long morning commute to my place of employ entirely bookless, and wondering WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS NEXT! I've just come off Harry-Potter-Crack and I need an other fix. Just one last time. I am in the horrors of withdrawals. I am devastated. I need closure.
I also need an invisibility cloak, a wand, the ability to apparate, and some of that 'Felix Felicis' lucky potion!
I also need an invisibility cloak, a wand, the ability to apparate, and some of that 'Felix Felicis' lucky potion!
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