Words

“I hate being an INFJ” No I don’t, I love it. “Don’t be bored”If you are, this is all I’ve got for you. You might be more excited to go here. “Pondering face”Hmmmm… “Sheryl get naked”I honestly have no idea why this led someone here. “West Virginia mountain mama”Someone in Lithuania continues to search for…

Friends. Enemies. Frenemies. I recently learned that “woot” is being inducted into the 2008 version of Webster’s Dictionary. Woot. “Woot” – or “w00t,” as it commonly appears – originated with role-playing games such as Dungeons & Dragons, as a shortened version of, “Wow! Loot!” Wow. Loot. I am amazed that we live in a culture…

It is the middle of the night. It is almost 2am. It is dark. It is dark outside, and it is dark inside. I am in my pajamas. I am in my bed. My bed is a pull-out couch. My hair is in a ponytail. The covers are twisted, and I can’t find the sheet….

Sometimes I say too much. I open my mouth, and everything comes falling out faster than I can rein it in. I have this bold and intrepid streak in me, and when I pair that with having an innate need to communicate, the occasional result is a reckless slew of kamikaze words. Words are hard…

If there is one thing that I cannot resist, it’s a good crossword puzzle. Some go for the New York Times, but me? Nothing helps stimulate my mind quite like In Touch magazine’s “Time to Relax” section, including both a Sudoku puzzle and an ultra-challenging crossword about fashion and the entertainment industry. That’s right: I’m…

I love words. I love them, I love them, I love them!!! I love learning new words, and incorporating them into every day language; I read the dictionary more than the Bible. I don’t recommend that to any of you… but it helps during Scrabble, which, by the way, is one of the few possessions…

This is the birth, the commencement, the inception of my blog. I cannot promise that it will always be deep and meaningful, but I can promise that it will always be authentic. Wait, this is a public site… so… yeah, actually? It might be contrived sometimes. Annie Dillard writes, “We live half our waking lives…