And so it begins...

Since arriving unscathed from blogging the alphabet, Misty and I decided blogging cliches might be a fun thing.
So here goes. It'll be a weekly thing. (I think.)

Today's cliche: To Hell in a Handbasket

What does this mean? Okay. Stop. I know what it means. I guess my real question is why would anyone say this to begin with? Who said it first? And was it a joke?
Actually, it kind of reminds me of the wicked witch from the "Wizard of Oz". I don't know why.
And it sounds kind of odd too. "Well, that just went to hell in a handbasket." The imagery makes me shake my head.


Maybe it's me, but I just don't get it. I mean, I do, but...
That's it.

Supernatural Friday

(Warning: Fan girl post)
Oh, Winchester boys.
Isn't it funny how Dean just fits into any situation? i.e. "I heard it in the yard." I loved Tiny and "Donuts aren't love". Why on earth Dean picked the biggest, baddest looking dude to pick a fight with is beyond me, but I loved it - especially when they were in the infirmary. (before the scary ghost came)

I'm still not sure about Hendricks. Not sure exactly what he's up to or what he thinks. I have a theory...Nope. Am saving that one for now.

Their attorney was great. Hendricks kind of sealed her fate in helping Dean when he told her the grown ups were working. I loved that she told him the wrong cemetery. Because, you know, I was worried. I wasn't sure who Deacon was either. When he pulled them in that room, I really thought they were about to get the snot beat out of them.

B kind of scoffed at the Impala being conveniently left outside. My take is that Deacon parked it there for them. But, that's a small thing to worry over when the whole episode was awesome. The show just gets better and better.

Okay. I'm done now.
Hey! The weekend is here!
Fun blog stuff starts Monday.
Behave!

Zee End

Did you know there's actually a place called Zeeland? I didn't, but it's in the Netherlands.

What about a zeitgeber?
It's a biological event, such as light or dark, that keeps biological clocks regulated.
Interesting. And there's no way I could say it without hearing the word spoken.

So...
This brings us to the end of our synchronized alphabetical blogging. Misty and I have something exciting planned next. Wait for it.

New Supernatural tonight.
And I have much to do before it comes on.
Behave...

Yawn!

That's the word of the day.
Yawn!
It describes so much. Don't you think?

Things are busy and I'm tired. Tired of being busy, tired of this week...

That's all...

X?

My X word: xyster

Any ideas?

From Dictionary.com: A surgical instrument for scraping bones.
Eww!
But it was enough to catch my attention.

Busy week around here.
That's all for today.
Behave...

Behind Again

Catching up...
This little dude brought a sense of urgency to my son's weekend. He's a twin, but K1 and his "wife" split them up during the night, except for the first night. He had them both while his "wife" worked, and she had them when he worked.
Let's just say the plastic baby verified his lack of desire to become a parent in the very near future. Especially since we thought the baby died.
For most of Sunday, the child remained silent. Then, it started crying. K1 had already gone to see friends and these newer models cannot be soothed by just anyone. He had an electronic bracelet on that matched the baby and only he, or his "wife", could calm them.
I called him, informed him his baby needed him and waited. When the thing started wailing, I called him again and left a message of the baby's cries on his phone. He showed up within minutes, and had the nerve to laugh at me.
Why?
Because despite already knowing there was nothing I could do to help, I was still holding the baby. When I told him it made me feel better, he actually laughed at me.
That's about it...

Supernatural T Words

The boys are back. And it was darn good to see them.
Last nights episode was Terrific!
I'm not going to go deep because I haven't seen it a second time yet, but Dean really cracked me up with the food, the "PA" stuff and his knowledge of horror movies in general. I did have it figured out way before the end, but that's okay by me.
Previews for next week were awesome.

On a different note...
Remember when K2 brought "the baby" home? The plastic gender confused fake grandchild for the weekend?
Now K1 is doing the project. I think it's for Sociology class. He has a "wife" and they have to "run a household", including caring for their "child" - or in this case, "children". Yep. They're getting twins.
He's bringing them home from school (I'll try to put up pictures later. When I told him I was going to, he just rolled his eyes) and then his "wife" will take them for the night because he has to work early tomorrow. Saturday night, they're all his.
Should be an interesting weekend around here.
That's all...

Catching up...

So, in order for Misty and I to finish on the same day, I'm catching up with her now. 3 words all in one post. Wow.

1. Quiver - New Supernatural on tonight. 'nuff said.

2. Really - How excited I am to see Sam and Dean.

3. Supernatural - Of course. Would you expect anything else?

Yeah, I know I'm being pretty lame about this whole alphabet blogging. I can't seem to help myself. But just wait until you see what Misty and I have planned for our next simultaneous blogging adventure. Ha!

That's all...

Paradise

White shores. Blue water. Umbrella drinks. Warm breezes.
Sound good?
Does to me.
That's all...

Negative Ostriches

Obviously, posting my N word was a negative last night. Not my fault. My Internet went down and didn't come back until this afternoon. Stupid wind.
We're not really going to talk about negative ostriches - that's just my way of getting two letters into one post.
So...here we go...Oh No.
Nasty Oaks never own nasally owls.
Ornery nomads need odorous nuts.
Nonsensical olives nix oily nimrods.
That's enough. Don't you think?

That is all...

Missed

That's what happened yesterday.
I missed posting my M word and the big snow storm missed us. (The wind did not.)
Oh, and it's Monday. Another M word.
M-words from my weekend...
Music: Lots of that.
Maniacs: Quite a few of those.
Mouth: Lots of talking and eating.
Miracle: That the whole thing was totally kept from me.
Mortified: By the sign my friend put on my house that called attention to my new age.
There's probably more, but as I mentioned above it's Monday...
I might catch up and post my N word later, depending.
That is all.

Lugubrious

There you have it. The "L" word.
Gloomy, sad, mournful...excessively mournful - to a ridiculous level.
So, I could feel lugubrious that I've already heard three times today..."So, do you feel old now?"
I could feel lugubrious about the whole birthday age thing altogether, but I refuse. I don't feel any different than when I turned 20.
I am, however, lugubriously thinking about missing vacation.
This is a funny word. It doesn't make me think gloomy. Not necessarily. I picture a bunch of wealthy men, standing in a circle discussing their stock market losses while sipping over-priced scotch. "I would never want Buffy to know the lugubrious hit our portfolio took." "I know, Skip, I swore father to secrecy. If Dee-dee ever found out I had to finance her new car for two weeks, she'd divorce me. Terrible, lugubrious misfortune."
Over-exaggerated? Yep. (and my apologies to any Buffy's, Skip's and Dee-dee's)
That's all for today.
Behave!

K is for...

Kids.
They're everywhere in my house today.
K2 (Yes, all their names start with K) has a dance tonight. So far, two of her friends are here to get ready and I'm not sure how many more are expected. They're all very excited. And the younger K's are doing their best to prank them. There's a lot of noise in my house right now. And, I have to drive them to the dance once they're done primping.

Today has been a very weird day. Made even weirder by the forecasted snow. Anyone else in my area notice they're not really putting accumulation amounts in the equation? They say it has the potential to be a big one, but a slight shift east or west could significantly change the amounts. (I seriously heard 2-3 FEET, depending on how the storm tracks. I still want to believe the weather guy read his prompter wrong because it just doesn't make sense!) It's freaking mid-April, Mother Nature. Why couldn't we have this snow when I wanted it?

That's all for now.
Behave!

Always a Joke

Was having trouble with my J word this morning - couldn't come up with one I liked...until I heard this from the living room..."I was only joking."
That's like some kind of theme for this house. Someone is always joking. Always. Practical jokes are normal. Whoopie cushions, rubber snakes, spiders and critters and common, and not just for the kids.
It's not just the practical jokes though. Basically, not one person in this house knows how to be serious. Even big things...big scary things...are dealt with through humor. That's our coping mechanism and one we've obviously passed down to our children.
That's it. Excuse me while I try to figure out how to boobie trap the refrigerator door...

Irritated

Irritated - annoyed, impatient.

So what's irritating me?
The letter from the police department about the unpaid parking ticket K1 got last week. (Remember the car is in my name) He has no memory of this event. I called, got the scoop and now have even more questions. Yes. Irritated.

The fact that K1 was supposed to see the doc Monday to check his knees and we both totally forgot.

How tired I am. Yes. I am irritated by this. I feel like a slug.

The constant stream of telemarketers that have been calling lately. All for someone who doesn't even live here. Wrong number telemarketers? Very irritating. And we're getting a lot of simple wrong numbers as well.

That's pretty much it.
Behave.

Next Letter...H

Just making it in under the wire today.

The word of the day is: Happy.
And here's why:
I'm happy that I actually have made some decent progress on my new book.
I'm happy that K4 is back to her old self.
I'm happy that our schedule is back, but equally happy that school will be out shortly. (Yes. It's weird. I know.)
I'm happy that the flood the washing machine created in my basement the other day was due to something that was easily fixed and not another appliance malfunction.
And there's more, but this has probably been enough to bore you to tears.
That's all for now.
Behave!

Goofy...

Goofy is a good word.

I don't know. It makes me smile - even without another word to go along with it. The word goofy makes me think of things that make me smile.

Lots of things, but stuff that you either had to be there to think is funny or things that don't mean anything to anyone else. So I won't even try to explain...

That's my word for today.
And that's all I have.

F-Words

(Come on, you didn't expect any less from me, did you?)

And the words are: Fun, Family, Friends and Food.

Which is what's in store for today. Same bunch of people from New Year's Eve (and we haven't seen everyone since then) at the same place. It'll be a fun day and great to just hang out, relax and catch up with each other.

And complain that it's so freaking cold here. (See that? Another f-word) Oh. Wait. And another. The weather is downright...frigid. There will be no outdoor Easter egg hunt for the kids this year.

Enjoy the day, even if you have to put longjohns on.
Behave!

E is for...

End.

(Bet you thought I was going to say Easter or Egg.)

There's nothing like reaching the End of a project. Writing "The End" is a special thrill, an achievement like no other. It means you've accomplished something and it doesn't matter if it's your first book or your fiftieth - reaching the end is still a special thrill.

Short and sweet today.
Enjoy the weekend!
Behave!

The D Words

Notice I said "words". There's two again. Mainly because I don't want to get busted like Misty did.

D-word number one: Dean. As in Dean Winchester.
We miss you Dean. Waiting another 2 weeks for a new Supernatural episode is making us all a little crazy. The episode last night was another re-run, and even though I watched with rapt attention...I miss the boys.

D-word number two: Decaffeinate.
As in taking the caffeine out of something.
All I can say to that as I drink my second cup of coffee is...How Rude! Sure, I understand caffeine creates issues for some people and that their doctors have requested they cut back or avoid the stuff completely. I know one day I'll probably be one of those people, but for now, drinking something with the caffeine removed is like having mashed potatoes without gravy...What's the point?

I'm going to try to post over the weekend so Misty doesn't get too far ahead of me, but that might not happen.
So, just in case...
Have a great weekend!
Behave!

Two Word Thursday

I have two words today. They both fit around here and since I couldn't decide between them...

Word 1: Cacophony - a loud, jarring, unpleasant noise.
This is the sound of K4's hacking cough. Or what my house sounds like when the gang can't seem to get along. Or the obnoxious noises that are funny at first, but slowly work under your skin when repeated constantly. There's a lot of the latter around here. A lot.

Word 2: Cachinate - to laugh loudly & convulsively. (the spell check on blogger is not recognizing this as word. Isn't that interesting?)
I'm happy to say that more of this happens in this house. It's a fun thing and something I'd never change even though it often turns into word 1.

*K4 was on the mend, but her fever is back. She's home again and miserable. The high school kids are home too, which left K3 the only one going to school. Our day, and evening, is packed full and I can only hope I keep my sanity.

*Word meter is down. Last night's progress put me at 22500 words out of 100000, or 22.5% completed.

Behave!

Word of the Day: Balance

So maybe I'm not doing this exactly the way I'm supposed to. My actual dictionary is upstairs in the horrid stanky mess where my boys sleep. I'm not going after it - I'm skeered. I'm using the dictionary look up feature on my word program, and scanning the entries instead of flipping the book open and dropping my finger.
As I scanned by "balance", I knew that was my word of the day.
We all know what balance is. We also all know that it shifts constantly - like a foundation build on sand. What keeps us in check one day, throws us over a cliff the next. Balance is tenuous and most of the time we're not really sure we have it. We only know we did when we don't. At least this is true for me.
Simple things tip the balance.
For example: K4 is home with me today. Her fever is gone, but a rough night combined with many trips to the bathroom has left her (and me) very tired. It's one extra person, a very small one at that, sharing my normally quiet and productive time. While her being here doesn't change everything, it still shifts my focus from writing to her needs. She comes first today and what keeps me feeling as if I'm achieving comes second. That's okay because my most important job is being a mom.
And I think that might be at least my key. To have good balance you also have to be flexible - able to adapt to your environment and the changing needs of life around you.
Hmmm...maybe I should have stuck with my original choice. "Babble" Which would properly sum up this post.
That's all for now.
Behave.

Time Flies...

I should have never complained about last week being long! The weekend was just insane - beyond insane, which is why it's taken me until Tuesday to put up a new post.

I'm borrowing this from Misty, who suggested I follow along with the blogging of each letter of the alphabet. The deal is, I open the dictionary and pick a random word for each letter.

Today's letter is A.

Word for the day: Alabaster

When I saw this word, it made me think of how, in romance novels of yesteryear, they described the heroine's skin.
After reading the definition - several definitions. I think if someone ever used this to describe my complexion, I'd have to do some serious butt kicking.

Translucent white? Very light white?

So she looks very sick? Or like a ghost? You can see through her skin? ewwww...

And then there's: pale yellow/pink or yellow/gray.

Can you say liver failure? Liver failure with a sunburn? Dead from liver failure? Not very attractive if you ask me.

Yeah, I know alabaster is smooth and white and that's what the description is supposed to mean. I do understand it was an attractive feature way back when. Women weren't supposed to be out in the sun. I still get a picture of someone who's ill, and never leaves the confines of her "chamber".

There you have it.
Behave.