When I said that competition for the Silly Goose Award was getting fierce I wasn't kidding! As a matter of fact, it's so fierce this week...we have a TIE!
So here are our winners:
Frisson - Redneck word for Freezing - It has been Frisson cold here this week.
Frisson; another mispronunciation, this time it's for "freezing". As in, "I'm frisson my butt off in this weather".
Factotum: a tiny little fact, as in the kind of facts I learn every day from my four year old. We're driving through the neighborhood and he points at a house and yells, "it's California!" Same house, everytime. It's a factotum.
And, here is your prize:
Miss Smarty Pants is Diane
Frisson: A delicate, ephemeral feeling, such as fear.
Usage: Sarah felt a frisson of fear run up her spine when she saw Gator with the cattle prod.
And here's your prize:
frisson - n. a sudden passing sensation of excitement; a shudder of emotion; thrill
factotum - n. an assistant who takes on a wide range of tasks and responsibilities
The very idea of having a factotum gives me a frisson!
On to Alphabet Soup.
Effort. Before I got married I was fighting depression, anorexia and other assorted emotional troubles. Everything in my life took supreme effort. It took a huge effort to decide on, make and eat a meal. Even my post partum depression at its worst didn't compare to back then. Today, some days take effort, others don't. And even the days that take maximum effort are GOOD days!
Evenings. This is MY time. I've always been a night owl and now it's even more pronounced. With the kids in bed and Subvet off to work, I can finally unwind and do something that's just for me. I spend the better part of most evenings emailing back and forth with friends.
Email. I wouldn't be where I am if it wasn't for email. Subvet and I fell in love through email....then phone calls. He finally moved to Texas (4 months after we first met online) because it was cheaper than paying his $600-700 per month phone bill (mine ran about $300). Now I love email because with 3 toddlers there is rarely a "good" time to talk on the phone. If I need to tell someone something I can email it to them at a good time for me and they can read and respond at a good time for them.
Fingers I love tracing, stamping or painting my kids' hands. These fat little fingers just get me. Even now when they're wrapped around my medic alert necklace trying to strangle me. I think I have pictures of each child holding my finger as an infant. I almost always have someone's fingers in my hair, currently it's Sugars, but that's just because the other two are asleep. Subvet's hands are rather large and strong (matches the rest of him). We've never been able to "hold hands" because my hand is so much smaller than his. So I hold two of his fingers. It's the most comforting gesture, and I love that it's just "ours". There is actually a picture in my wedding book of us walking across the room and I have hold of his fingers...it's one of my favorite pictures.
Grace. My sweet little boy says grace for the family at every meal. I really should record him saying it. It is so very sweet to my ears, and must be even more so to God's.
Gratitude I try very hard to stay in an attitude of gratitude. I am constantly reminding myself of the myriad things I have to be grateful for. Starting with a wonderful husband and three perfect hooligans. When the tide rolls out and life becomes hard, I start naming my blessings. Out loud. And the tension will ease and I will find the ability to cope.
Handsome Husband! I feel so very blessed to have my Subvet. I really do. He can always make me laugh...always. He always knows just what I need to feel better...whether a hug, a joke, a Dr. Pepper, or an hour out of the house. He has always jumped in there and helped me wherever he could. Even after a long night at work. He works hard and provides a very good life for us.
Imagination. I am constantly amazed as I sit and listen to my boys play at their newly emerging imaginations. Sonshine has started making up scenarios for his toys. Recently the fireman was driving the firetruck to get pizza. And the (rainstick) windmill that was atop the (weeble treehouse) restaurant wanted to wear a (upside down top) hat before it all got knocked over by a flying (hand) cheeseburger. (Part of that scenario came out of The Asparagus of La Mancha)