Archive for December, 2013

30
Dec

Word of the Week: New Words for a New Year

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Good morning, WOW (Word of the Week) Lovers! Last week’s WOW was styptic. Merriam-Webster Online defines styptic as: tending to contract or bind, especially tending to check bleeding. Let me guess: styptic is not an oft-used word by vampires.

Since this is the last WOW post for 2013, I thought it would be fun to look at new words that may, some day, become a part of the Merriam-Webster dictionary. There are some words on this list that I already know, such as ginormous. But, a fair few I did not know, so I’ve selected 10 that I don’t know and I am giving a definition guess for each one (3 seemed excessive this time!). For some I actually tried to give a definition, but you are about to discover which ones are completely  beyond my level of comprehension:

gription: the traction that is gained via one’s grip

bougie: the French way to spell nose mucous

schwack: any German item considered “un-cool”

pretendica: any unsubstantiated item found in the Enclyclopedia Brittanica

simplicated: being implicated in a crime by a simpleton

jackwagon: the wagon Jack hauled up the hill to fetch a pail of water

perspectivize: to give an opinion based only on one’s own perspective

tertile: the best way to misspell turtle

techronym: an acronym applied to new technology

figmentary: a non-existent item

Point to PonderHow many did you already know? Show me up and tell me how many you know! Better yet, give the accurate definition for the ones you know.

Wednesday’s Post: The Odd Days of January 2014

You might also like: Word of the Week: styptic; Word of the Week: pinchbeck; Word of the Week: suffuse; and Word of the Week: fard

27
Dec

‘Twas the Night AFTER Christmas…

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My profound apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for this, but I worked in retail for just a bit too long:

 

‘Twas the night after Christmas and all through the abode

Not a creature was stirring, cuz everyone was in nap mode

The clothes were hung in the closet with care,

In hopes that smaller waistlines soon would be there;

The adults were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of leftovers danced in their heads;

And one child on the sofa, the other in the fridge

Had just settled down for a game night so big,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and what the hay is a sash?

The moon on the breast of the new-frozen ground

Gave the luster of nothingness since it was all brown,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature cart, and eight tiny sales clerks,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Manager Rick.

More rapid than eagles his sales clerks they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Ringer! Now, Zinger! Now, Binger and Fixin’!

On, Shopper! Consumer! on, Buyer and Ditz-in!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now charge away! Charge away! Charge away all!”

So up to the house-top the sales clerks they flew,

With the cart full of bills, and Manager Rick, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from that male

The chiming and blinging of each little sale.

As I thought in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Manager Rick came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all shiny where dollar signs were put;

A bundle of bills he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a Bill Gates just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old man,

And I winced when I saw him, in spite of too many pecans;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had a lot to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And tallied all the billings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying the bills down by the end of my toes,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his cart, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

 

“Happy Bill-paying to all, and to all a sleepless-night.”

25
Dec

The 12 Days of MIP: 2 & 1…

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Book Club Members: Did Santa bring you Killing JesusI sure hope so, because we will start off the New Year next week with reading the latest from Bill O’Reilly.

WOW Lovers: Next Monday’s WOW will be a listing of words that Merriam-Webster Online is contemplating adding to its next edition. It’s currently listed as slang by that austere organization. Do you know the definitions for these words? I sure don’t!

Well, boys and girls (that seemed right simply because it’s Christmas Day), we’re finally at the end of the 12 Days of MIP. Today I give you a little insight into the two highest reader-viewed posts that I also like. If I were to arrange them in the order in which I liked them, the order would be somewhat different. In fact I think I would have listed # 2 as my top choice, but you, dear readers, chose differently for your top choice. Thus, in your order and in your honor:

Number 2:

Lessons Learned from Heart Attacks 3 & 4…

This post was one of the first to hit the MIP blog after my 2 heart attacks this past summer. The posts prior to this and some that came immediately after this post were largely serious and factual, but this one I reserved for just venting my complete and total frustration with the medical world–a world that is an all too familiar part of my life. While I understand that I’m definitely not a cardiologist or nurse and that their jobs are made especially tough by cases like mine that probably would be right up House’s alley, there are times when I wonder why these folks were given an RN or MD after their names. Click here to see what I mean.

Number 1: (Drum roll, please!)

It’s All About the Splash…

To be honest I wasn’t sure if this post would even warrant a glance from anyone. For one thing…it’s remarkably brief, which probably causes most of my readers to confuse it with a WOW post. But sometimes, when I’m brief, I’m at my best and this one may qualify in that category. Also, it’s sometimes difficult to get my thoughts onto paper or screen clearly and my fear, with this post, was that it wouldn’t make sense to anyone other than me. Thankfully, my dear readers “got it.” Click here to enter the “Splash Zone.”

Friday’s Post: The 12 Days AFTER Christmas…

You might also like: The 12 Days of MIP: 4 & 3; The 12 Days of MIP: 6 & 5; The 12 Days of MIP: 8 & 7; The 12 Days of MIP: 10 & 9; and The 12 Days of MIP: 12 & 11

23
Dec

Word of the Week: styptic

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Book Club Members: Do you have Killing Jesus yet? Or are you hoping Santa will bring that to you? 😉

WOW Lovers: Next week I will reveal words and slang that Merriam-Webster Online is contemplating adding to its next edition. I will only list ones I don’t know. So, if you’re more up on current slang and terminology, this is your opportunity to show up this blogger/writer!

Last week’s WOW (Word of the Week) was pinchbeck. Merriam Webster Online describes pinchbeck as: an alloy of copper and zinc used especially to imitate gold in jewelry or something counterfeit or spurious. So, if you think you bought a loved one or friend something gold for Christmas, you may want to re-examine it for pinchbeck qualities!

Today’s WOW is styptic. What do you think styptic means? Here are my guesses:

styptic: (ˈstip-tik) 1. stuck on being cryptic 2. when a sty forces your eye to have a tic 3. optics used to enhance style

Wednesday’s Post: The 12 Days of MIP: 2 & 1…that proverbial partridge in a pear tree!

You might also like: Word of the Week: pinchbeck; Word of the Week: suffuse; Word of the Week: fard; and Word of the Week: hawkshaw

20
Dec

Slow Reader Friday: And Then There Were Nuns…

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Warning: War and Peace was shorter.

Book Club Readers: Click here for the January 2014 MIP Book Club Selection Announcement!

Good morning, Book Club Members and MIP readers! We are truly blessed this morning to have the author of the December 2013 MIP Book Club Selection, And Then There Were Nuns, give us some additional insights into her book and the monastic life. So, Jane Christmas? If you’re reading this, thank you so much for gracing us with your “presence.”

I have to confess that I’m rather stunned and deeply honored that a published author of several books would take the time to interact with a lowly new blogger (moi). But that just tells you how kind and thoughtful Jane Christmas is in “real life.” I am truly enjoying getting to her know her via emails right now and have this very selfish dream that someday we may be able to meet in person (In my dream world, we meet at a writer’s conference. Okay…stop laughing over there…it could happen.). Keep in mind that Ms. Christmas is now living in England and thus, some of the spellings of words are indicative of living in that beautiful country (Someday I’ll explain why our spellings differ, if you don’t already know.)

Here is the transcript of my interview with Jane:

1. What are the purposes and/or differences of the offices? Which one ultimately became your favorite and why?

In 4th century Italy, Benedict of Nursia (St. Benedict) devised the monastic day around eight offices, or periods of worship: Vigils/Matins, Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers, and Compline. Most monastic communities now use an abbreviated regime of four offices—Lauds, Eucharist, Evening Prayer, and Compline.  The offices are held over the course of the day at regular intervals so that one does not become carried away with a particular activity: in monastic life nothing should compete with or overshadow the worship of God.  So basically, there are two or three hours between the offices—just enough time to do a task, but not too long to get heavily involved in it.

My favourite office is Lauds. I’m a morning person, and I loved waking up to the toll of the bell, to the silence of the convent, and to the practice of not uttering a word until my mouth opened in prayer in chapel. The music/chants and readings at Lauds all point to a new day, of waking up to God, and I loved that imagery, loved the positivity and optimism that it conveyed. It put me in very good humour, at least for the morning!

2. Have any of the sisters mentioned in And Then There Were Nuns read the book? If so, what reactions did they have regarding your sense of humor, occasional swearing and your more “secular moments” as you contemplated the notion of becoming a nun?

I have heard from several sisters (and one monk) who enjoyed the book. It must be a little weird to see their lifestyle and their colleagues reflected back at them, or to see how an outsider views their world or struggles to adapt to their way of life. Religious are so accustomed to their practice and routine that they likely don’t question the things someone like me would question, or see humour in the things I experienced.  As for swearing, I have to tell you that a few nuns of my acquaintance swear more than me! That said, I was intentionally careful with my language in this book. My previous books are pretty free and easy with expletives, but while I was discerning my vocation I did not swear. There are only two instances in And Then There Were Nuns where it is used, and one was in a direct quote. To be honest, I am tired of the f-word; it has pretty much been jettisoned from my lexicon. There is no satisfaction in using it – even in muttering it under my breath—and I find it jarring hearing people use it in public. It is so overused. 

3. If the entire world, including the business world, were to adhere to a convent’s daily schedule, what benefits would we enjoy, as a result? What negatives might there be for our world, from utilizing such a schedule, if any?

For one thing, business would slow down incredibly. It would be a good thing to see the world take its time. On the other hand, we have become so accustomed to speed and instant results that I’m not sure we could turn the clock back on that.  However, it would be lovely to see a pattern of worship and prayer followed in society. Muslims seem to be able to stop work for prayers throughout the day; shutting their businesses on Fridays for an hour to go to the mosque, so I don’t see why Christians can’t do the same thing.  Interspersing the day with periods of prayer—and they don’t have to be long (Evening Prayer is only 15 or 20 minutes) would make people more reflective; might give them space to ponder a personal issue or even a business proposition. It might inspire a creative idea that could not be formulated in the workplace, for instance, or someone might hear something in a prayer that suddenly clarifies a problem. So I think we would become more creative and more personally disciplined. We all talk about life-work balance, but no one ever follows it. It’s time to try another way. I also believe we would become more peaceful and caring if we made a practice of stopping for prayers during the day. My ideal day would have four offices: Lauds (15 minutes) at 8 or 8:30am; Eucharist (Holy Communion) from noon to 12:30; Evening Prayer (15 minutes) at 5pm; and Compline (20 minutes) said privately or as a household around 9pm.  That’s an hour and 20 minutes a day. Most people devote that time to TV each day.  The other problem is that society is increasingly secular; there is no tolerance for prayer times. Well, no tolerance for prayer times if you are Christian. Christians are quickly killing the culture of their faith because they are basically undisciplined and self-conscious about owning up to their faith. No one criticizes other religions for taking time out for daily prayer, s I don’t see why Christians should be ashamed of doing so.

4. The idea of silence while praying to God is one that I have also recently adopted and just seemed to happen upon on my own. In the churches I have attended the value of silence in conversing with God is and was, rarely mentioned, taught or practiced. Outside of monastic life, is this also true of Anglican and Catholic churches? If so, why do you think this is so rarely discussed or taught?

Silence is talked about and advocated in the Anglican and Catholic churches but rarely is it practiced! In fact, church has become incredibly noisy. The service is loaded up with hymns and announcements, chatter amongst the congregation. It is more a social event than a religious one. I’m much more likely to encounter God while walking in the woods or sitting on a park bench than I am in church.  That’s why I prefer (and encourage in my book) monastic churches. Monastic churches and indeed monastic practice DOES encourage silence and reflection and builds it into the service as well as into the day. I do attend a regular church twice a week—there isn’t a monastic church nearby—so I have to take what’s available, and then build silent periods into my day for prayer and for listening for God.

5. I just recently came to believe that God was also calling me to a writing vocation. I resisted this notion for a ridiculous number of years. My reason for doing so sounded so much like your response to Jesus in your vision. What is it about the writing vocation that we think is not a valid use of one’s life?

That was such a big moment for me! I never truly considered writing a vocation. It felt indulgent and isolating; that it didn’t serve the common good. And yet the written word is SO VITAL. There are so many interesting books being written these days in all genres, and they bring such joy and entertainment to people. Reading is a gift, and sharing the written word with others who cannot read is also a gift.  It has only recently struck me how the books that I write have enlightened people. For instance, lots of people have found And Then There Were Nuns fascinating from the perspective of discovering how a modern convent operates. My book about the Camino—What the Psychic Told the Pilgrim—has inspired loads of people to walk it, and has helped them train for it physically and psychologically.  I’ve received hundreds of emails from readers who enjoy my books but I could never see writing as a calling. It was easier to regard it as a hobby that took up a lot of time and energy. And because I also love writing how could it be a vocation? The term vocation implies something serious and lofty. So that vision with Jesus was a paradigm shift in terms of understanding that I had been blessed with a skill that I have been using rather embarrassedly. It’s funny that we resist the notion of writing as a vocation. I hope that you now see yours as a vocation as I see mine. And perhaps that gift/vocation has been given to us to write about God and faith. That has certainly been clarified for me.

As for my thoughts about the book, I can pretty much sum up this book in one word: surprising. But you know me; I never stop with just one word! I thought this book would be a lighthearted romp through the monastic side of Catholicism and while Jane writes very humorously, as you will see from one of my favorite quotes below, there are some deeply serious reflections in this book. Just when I would think I knew what Jane’s ultimate decision was going to be about becoming a nun, her story takes yet another interesting turn. This is rare for me!

Jane’s journey to self-discovery is one I never, in a thousand years, would have predicted. In fact I hope she is “shopping it” to Hollywood or the British film industry because I’m ready to lay down serious money to go see the finished product. What? You don’t think life in a convent would be that intriguing? You would be wrong! While I am not going to reveal some of the twists in the book, just so you, dear reader, can have an opportunity to discover them yourself (if you’ve been too busy to read this December), here are a few of the minor things that I, for some reason, had never grasped until now:

1. That Anglican churches have nuns and monks.

2. That nuns swear.

3. That the greater churches of monastic orders do not financially support these orders.

While I would love to share all the humorous quotes with you, I am only going to share the one that made me chuckle out loud (again, rather rare for me) the most, simply because I want to recount two quotes that I have often thought, but not voiced nearly so deftly:

1. “Faith is not the surrender of the mind, as some have characterized it, but the expansion of it, and of the heart and spirit as well. It is head-scratching, yes, weird at times, nonsensical, but also brilliant and moving in its simplicity and in the good it succeeds in doing.”

2. “Father Luke had spoken about how, when we have been wounded by the words or deeds of others, our first reaction is to retreat from the world, which actually makes things worse for ourselves. Better, he said, to use the experience to reach out to others who have also been wounded.”

3. “Every morning I got up, washed, and chose an outfit from the five-outfit 2011 Winter Nun Collection.”

One more thing that now endears me to Jane’s books: She used at least two of my WOWs (Word of the Week). In fact she used frisson and suffuse, which are rather recent WOWs. What are the odds??

As lengthy as this post already is, it seems demonic to ask you to answer questions as we have done in the past. So, instead, would you please share with me (Yes, online. Be brave!) thoughts (good, bad or indifferent) about this interesting book? Submit a comment below. And if you didn’t have time to read the book, is it now on your list of books to read??? Thanks and….Merry Christmas!

Monday’s Post: Are you buying pinchbeck for gifts this holiday season?

You might also like: Slow Reader Friday: Undaunted; Slow Reader Friday: Life Interrupted; Slow Reader Friday: Mere Christianity; and Sl0w Reader Friday: Heaven 

18
Dec

The 12 Days of MIP: 4 & 3…

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Book Club Members: Please send me any questions you’d like to ask Jane Christmas. I need to send them to her now. Go here to submit them to me.

It’s time to reveal two more of my favorite posts from 2013. While they may not be your favorites, read on for why they are on my list:

Number 4:

Think You Don’t Have What It Takes to Change the World? Think Again…

If I didn’t have two supportive families in my corner, there are a group of friends from my Virginia days who I think of as family. Being half the country away from them just physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually hurts. These folks love me as I truly am…warts and all and they didn’t have to. They get why I’m so serious about my faith; they laugh at the same inane stuff that I laugh at; they care about the things I care about. Occasionally, we get a chance to fly back to the east coast and spend some time with them. The visits, even if I feel like I’m wearing out my welcome with invading their homes for so long, seem far too short. There is just something special about a group of friends who have a lot of history together. We have some wild stories to tell about how God has worked in each of our lives and in how He’s worked with us, together as a group.  I’m sure that if we were to share these wild stories with those outside our group, there would be a great deal of skepticism. But, there’s one thing you can’t argue about–we have been servants for God, each in our own way…just doing what God asked each of us to do. And in the process of just simply answering the “call,” lives have been changed all over the globe. The bottom line? You don’t have to be anything special or unusual to change the world…you just have to go do it. Click here to see what I mean.

Number 3:

So, Where Are My Posts?

This is not my writing at my finest, honestly. Why? Well, it’s just a newsy post about what happened to me last summer when my Prinzmetal Angina condition decided to rear its ugly head for the first time in 14 years back in June. It’s the one time I wasn’t able to keep to my regular blog schedule this past year. This was my “I’m Still Standin'” post, even though 2 heart attacks almost ended my life. It was the easiest way to update everyone on what happened to me without having to recount the details a ridiculous number of times. And it was, for quite some time, the most viewed post on MIP. It spiked my readership pretty considerably, so I guess if I want more exposure for my blog, I need to have a few more heart attacks. Relax. Just kidding! So, if you want to read the account one more time about my brush with death, click here.

Friday’s Post: An Interview with Jane Christmas!

You might also like: The 12 days of MIP: 6 & 5; The 12 Days of MIP: 8 & 7; The 12 Days of MIP: 10 & 9; and The 12 Days of MIP: 12 & 11

16
Dec

Word of the Week: pinchbeck

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Book Club ReadersBig News! Author Jane Christmas will be answering questions about her book, And Then There Were Nuns on December 20th! Please finish the book (or at least start it, if you’ve been slacking!) and think up some questions for her to answer. You are welcome to submit them to me in advance via the Contact page, if you like. Click here to go to the Contact Page. She’s being ever so kind and simply wants to make reading and discussing the book more fun for us! Don’t miss this rare opportunity!

Last week’s WOW (Word of the Week) was suffuse. Merriam-Webster Online describes suffuse as: to spread over or through in the manner of fluid or light or to flush or fill. Right now the number of ornaments in my home are pretty well suffused! I need bigger trees. And yes, I think we can say I have an ornament addiction. I wonder what detox treatment for ornament addiction is like. Hmmm….there may be a post in there somewhere.

Today’s WOW is pinchbeck. Since my middle name is Rebecca and my brothers sometimes called me Becky or Beck when I was a child, you will now understand my reasoning for definition guess # 1:

pinchbeck: (ˈpinch-ˌbek) 1. a painful process initiated to keep pesky younger sisters at bay 2. a retaliatory pinch 3. the person one calls when you are in dire straits. 

What’s your guess for pinchbeck? Or, do you know the actual definition? (If so, I am showing up at your place of business tomorrow to pinch you! :D) Comment below!

Wednesday’s Post: The 12 Days of MIP: 4 & 3…

You might also like: Word of the Week: suffuse; Word of the Week: fard; and Word of the Week: hawkshaw

13
Dec

The 12 Days of MIP: 6 & 5…

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Today we hit the “halfway mark” for the 12 Days of MIP. If you aren’t up on what this series of posts is all about, click here. Once again, these posts are polar opposites! So, without further adieu, here they are:

Number 6: 

Lessons Learned from the “Woman’s” Exam…

Some days the world just seems ridiculously bent on being mean to the female gender. Nowhere is this more obviously displayed than the demeaning annual check-up with our OB/GYN doctors. It’s bad enough that our private parts are exposed to people we don’t know well enough to even send a Christmas card, but then as we age, we get more humiliation–such as getting our boobs squashed by a very mean machine. So, what’s a girl to do? Make fun of it, of course. Click here to see what I mean.

Number 5:

How I Cope with a Heart that’s a Ticking Time Bomb…

After enduring two more heart attacks this summer for no good reason, many people asked how I manage to keep a positive attitude about my health adventures. My standard answer is, “I’m not sure I get a choice, honestly.” But, when I survived my first 2 heart attacks due to Prinzmetal Angina, I realized I did have a choice to make–I could either get busy living or get busy dying. I chose the former and to poke fun at it, whenever possible. You’ll see just how much fun I can have with Prinzmetal Angina when I reveal “Number 2.” But until then, how about reading what I think keeps me going, even in the moments when I find it hard to laugh about it? Click here to do just that.

Monday’s Post: Do you think we could use some suffusion?

You might also like: The 12 Days of MIP: 8 & 7; The 12 Days of MIP 10 & 9; The 12 Days of MIP: 12 & 11, and The Odd Days of December

11
Dec

The 12 Days of MIP: 8 & 7…

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Book Club Lovers: Author Jane Christmas has offered to answer questions regarding her book, And Then There Were Nuns, for our book discussion this month. How do you feel about this possibility? Please comment below or send me an email. Click here to email. Thank you! And she just shocked the tar out of me today with the passage I read!

My next two favorite posts are, once again, an illustration of going from the sublime to the ridiculous. If you don’t know what I mean you may want to click here or here to see the other posts in this series!

Number 8:

The New Information on Prinzmetal Angina…

I completely understand why this post is not one of the most viewed items on MIP. It’s factual and probably not that entertaining. But, when I was first diagnosed with Prinzmetal Angina I was told that 1 out of 2 Prinzmetal Angina patients never even make it through their first heart attacks. Since Prinzmetal patients are often diagnosed in the prime of their lives (often in their 20s or 30s), this death rate leaves countless young children and spouses with a missing, but essential person in their lives at an age when few are expecting to say goodbye to their wives, husbands, mothers or fathers. That death rate is unacceptable to me and to the 139,000 other Americans who live with this condition–a condition that is not mitigated by exercise, eating right or taking your heart medications regularly.

When you’re in the hospital recovering from a heart attack, you’re strapped down, almost literally, by a pile of machines. Thus, you can’t go anywhere. You have a LOT of time to think. While in the hospital the first time, I found it astonishing that I had survived at all. I couldn’t fathom any logical reason why I would survive while all the other patients in the CICU that week never made it out of there (except in a hearse). One of the few reasons I believe I survived is that I have a “big mouth,” both in speech and in writing. And so, I believe I’m here to spread the word about Prinzmetal Angina and to suggest that more research needs to be done to prevent Prinzmetal deaths. In the 14 years intervening between my two sets of heart attacks, we do know more and let’s hope we learn even more in the next 10 to 15, when I probably will re-enter the hospital with heart attacks yet again (a near certainty for Prinzmetal patients).  And finally, I believe I’m here to remind folks that you can have heart attacks even if you do everything right; thus, it makes sense to take care of yourself so that you have an excellent chance of recovering from those heart attacks. My belief about that probably saved my life 4 times in 14 years. Still want to pick up that donut or cigarette? Put it down now and click here.

Number 7:

Lessons Learned from My Dentist…

One thing I noticed, as my parents aged, was that they had a never-ending series of medical appointments to keep. This and attending the funerals of their friends became a full-time job when retired. I, myself, have chosen to work from home, at least for now, because similar things are happening to me. This is not encouraging since I’m still in my early 50s. Since I don’t have interesting discussions at the water cooler anymore, visiting the dentist semi-annually can become the highlight of my day. (Pretty soon I’m going to be talking to random strangers who all try to get away from me as fast as they can.) Click here to see what I mean.

Friday’s Post: The 12 Days of MIP: 6 & 5

You might also like: The 12 Days of MIP: 10 & 9…; The 12 Days of MIP: 12 & 11; and The Odd Days of December

09
Dec

Word of the Week: suffuse

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Book Club Lovers: Reading Chapter 2 still. How about you???

Last week’s WOW (Word of the Week) was fard. Merriam-Webster Online defines fard as: to paint (the face) with cosmetics. Thus, that means Tammy Faye Bakker fards, right??? I don’t think I can be accused of this on most days–I put on just enough to avoid scaring small children.

This week’s WOW is suffuse. I keep thinking I should know this word, but the definition is not rising to the surface! So y’all (It’s correct grammar for us Texans, even those of us who are merely naturalized citizens) will probably chime in with your correct guesses down below, if I had to guess.

Here are my measly attempts at defining it:

suffuse:  (sə-ˈfyüz) 1. using suffixes 2. asking a fuse, rather ineptly, “What’s up?” 3. a woman voting (Yes, I know that was a long reach!)

Wednesday’s Post: The 12 Days of MIP…# 7 and # 8!

You might also like: Word of the Week: fard; Word of the Week: hawkshaw; Word of the Week: booboisie; and Word of the Week: ephebic