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The Word of the Day for August 08 is:
malapert \mal-uh-PERT\ adjective
: impudently bold : saucy
Example sentence:
I had never imagined that Phyllis could be so malapert as to interrupt the professor right in the middle of his lecture.
Did you know?
"Malapert" debuted in English in the 14th century, was a favorite of Shakespeare, and is still used sporadically today. The prefix "mal-," meaning "bad" or "badly" and deriving from the Latin "malus," is found in many English words, including "malevolent" and "malefactor." The second half of "malapert" comes from the Middle English "apert," meaning "open" or "frank." "Apert" further derives from the Latin word "apertus" ("open"), which gave us our noun "aperture" (meaning "an opening"). Putting the two halves together gives us a word that describes someone or something that is open or honest in a bad way that is, a way that is bold or rude. The noun "malapert" also exists, and means "a bold or impudent person."
*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.
geez. i love that mirriam webster word of the day. :)
****
i never wanted, nor expected, to feel jealousy. it's insidious and destructive. i try to shut the pangs down, figuring if you don't give it any air, it will suffocate.
now i believe if there's a nuclear holocaust, the survivors will be cockroaches, Cher, and jealousy.
it requires no rhyme or reason and creeps up on you. it will jump out of dank corners when you least expect it and will taint your mouth with the taste of bile, bitter and acidic.
gestures of affection that were adequate before the onset of jealousy fall woefully short of what's required when it rears its ugly head. even if the said affection is above and beyond, there are still even more requirements to be met. jealousy is hungry, friends and neighbors, and feeds until there is nothing left. it feasts on words said and unsaid; of actions taken and not taken. it devours fears, insecurities and on pride.. jealousy is a destroyer of worlds; once rooted, almost impossible to dig up completely. it disseminates trust, the glue that holds a relationship together.
just say no.
****
we looked at four places today, two looked promising and two looked icky. tomorrow is another day, and i just remind myself to be patient, and that things will happen as they are supposed to. i miss my cat. that makes me cry. i miss cooking in a kitchen, curling up on a couch, sleeping snuggly bunny in a bed, having privacy, BBQ'ing outside, eating dinner at my own table with my family, doing laundry in my own washer and dryer and not in a laundromat where umpteen million people have washed their dirty underwear.
okay, that last visual made me gag. gimme a minute.
****
okay, better now.
****
it's the little things that mean everything, and i often think of people who are so immersed in their lives they miss the small things. you take them so for granted in the hustle - bustle of everyday life, the worries and chores that HAVE to get done and have to get done NOW. life is so short, and so precious. i have never been one to take a lot for granted, and that's due, in no small part, to the way i grew up and the things i experienced as an adult. i feel lucky in that way.
it's hard to talk about the childhood things, although i did, at one point, write out a letter of sorts about the very early days. this was inspired by a picture i found of me when i was about two, blond haired and blue eyed ( my hair didn't start turning red until i was six ) with a dirty face and dress, playing in the front yard with my father.
i didn't know that little girl, and i felt sorry that she had been lost. so, i wrote a letter to her.
i guess that makes me sound a little crazy, but if a little crazy is all i am by now, i guess that makes me twice lucky.
****
i don't know why all that came up, and i don't know why i feel melancholy tonight. it's not really like me. it could be gas, i supposed, from the salad for lunch....or maybe an undigested bit of potato, as scrooge liked to think.
so, that's it, peeps. nothing to see here, just another day on the planet.
all i ask is....take a good look around at your world, and see how beautiful it is and how blessed you are. don't tell me there's nothing, dammit. there sure is. LOOK.
:)
malapert \mal-uh-PERT\ adjective
: impudently bold : saucy
Example sentence:
I had never imagined that Phyllis could be so malapert as to interrupt the professor right in the middle of his lecture.
Did you know?
"Malapert" debuted in English in the 14th century, was a favorite of Shakespeare, and is still used sporadically today. The prefix "mal-," meaning "bad" or "badly" and deriving from the Latin "malus," is found in many English words, including "malevolent" and "malefactor." The second half of "malapert" comes from the Middle English "apert," meaning "open" or "frank." "Apert" further derives from the Latin word "apertus" ("open"), which gave us our noun "aperture" (meaning "an opening"). Putting the two halves together gives us a word that describes someone or something that is open or honest in a bad way that is, a way that is bold or rude. The noun "malapert" also exists, and means "a bold or impudent person."
*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.
geez. i love that mirriam webster word of the day. :)
****
i never wanted, nor expected, to feel jealousy. it's insidious and destructive. i try to shut the pangs down, figuring if you don't give it any air, it will suffocate.
now i believe if there's a nuclear holocaust, the survivors will be cockroaches, Cher, and jealousy.
it requires no rhyme or reason and creeps up on you. it will jump out of dank corners when you least expect it and will taint your mouth with the taste of bile, bitter and acidic.
gestures of affection that were adequate before the onset of jealousy fall woefully short of what's required when it rears its ugly head. even if the said affection is above and beyond, there are still even more requirements to be met. jealousy is hungry, friends and neighbors, and feeds until there is nothing left. it feasts on words said and unsaid; of actions taken and not taken. it devours fears, insecurities and on pride.. jealousy is a destroyer of worlds; once rooted, almost impossible to dig up completely. it disseminates trust, the glue that holds a relationship together.
just say no.
****
we looked at four places today, two looked promising and two looked icky. tomorrow is another day, and i just remind myself to be patient, and that things will happen as they are supposed to. i miss my cat. that makes me cry. i miss cooking in a kitchen, curling up on a couch, sleeping snuggly bunny in a bed, having privacy, BBQ'ing outside, eating dinner at my own table with my family, doing laundry in my own washer and dryer and not in a laundromat where umpteen million people have washed their dirty underwear.
okay, that last visual made me gag. gimme a minute.
****
okay, better now.
****
it's the little things that mean everything, and i often think of people who are so immersed in their lives they miss the small things. you take them so for granted in the hustle - bustle of everyday life, the worries and chores that HAVE to get done and have to get done NOW. life is so short, and so precious. i have never been one to take a lot for granted, and that's due, in no small part, to the way i grew up and the things i experienced as an adult. i feel lucky in that way.
it's hard to talk about the childhood things, although i did, at one point, write out a letter of sorts about the very early days. this was inspired by a picture i found of me when i was about two, blond haired and blue eyed ( my hair didn't start turning red until i was six ) with a dirty face and dress, playing in the front yard with my father.
i didn't know that little girl, and i felt sorry that she had been lost. so, i wrote a letter to her.
i guess that makes me sound a little crazy, but if a little crazy is all i am by now, i guess that makes me twice lucky.
****
i don't know why all that came up, and i don't know why i feel melancholy tonight. it's not really like me. it could be gas, i supposed, from the salad for lunch....or maybe an undigested bit of potato, as scrooge liked to think.
so, that's it, peeps. nothing to see here, just another day on the planet.
all i ask is....take a good look around at your world, and see how beautiful it is and how blessed you are. don't tell me there's nothing, dammit. there sure is. LOOK.
:)
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