Word Disease of the Day: periphrasis.

Wow, if this word were a disease, I think have it—especially when I talk. The good thing about writing is that I can go bad and read and find that, “wow, I could so use fewer words to say that better.” But when talking my mouth just keeps on going until I finally manage to get out what I want to say, but by then most folks have that glazed expression…

December 9, 2010 Word of the Day: periphrasis

PRONUNCIATION:
(puh-RIF-ruh-sis)
MEANING:
noun: A roundabout way of saying something, using more words than necessary.

ETYMOLOGY:
Via Latin, from Greek periphrasis, from periphrazein (to explain around), from peri- (around) + phrazein (to speak, say). First recorded use: 1533.

A real life Space Odyssey has me squeeing!

I feel as giddy as a school girl awaiting NASA’s astrobiology announcement. Aliens so rock! OK well, the thing is, I’m fairly well intrigued that scientists may have found an arsenic-based life form in a toxic lake in California and that the DNA may not match any life form previously known to man. The idea that there is also arsenic on Titan just makes it that much more intriguing. And that much more real life 2010: A Space Odyssey Two (and in 2010 no less)!

Fun with Harry Potter

Waited in the line. Gazed at the folks in costume and generally completely enjoyed everything except for the lack of sleep. It was a good start to the end.

Earthquake or cat?

When our couch shakes it can mean one of two things (well, really more than two, but…). Mystery shaking is generally either earthquake or cat. In this case I’m guessing cat, but I suppose it could be cat AND earthquake. It could happen, right?

I have a full tummy from two, count ’em TWO, pre-Thanksgiving lunch lunches. This has nothing to do with shaking, but it does make me want to sit on the couch longer (shaking or no shaking).

Whoa, sooting stars and wands!

It’s going to be that kind of day.

Managed to get done since Saturday AM Friday Night

Sometimes daily life comes at us fast and furiously and I feel like I’m barely keeping my head above the torrent of tasks which I need to complete. The past week has been one of those times.

Friday night I managed to successfully take my daughter to her school’s Sock Hop. (I didn’t know anybody still had those.) Kids dressed 50s style and danced to modern tunes while the cafeteria served ice cream floats in plastic cups and the school’s library held the last day of the book fair. My daughter picked up, among other things, a copy of Mad Libs: Pirates which she played in the hall with some of her fellow, slightly dance shy classmates. So book fair, check. Mad Libs, check. Sock Hop, check. Ice Cream Float, check.

Saturday saw ballet lessons and karate lessons which were immediately followed by a trip to the vet with our slightly odd, old cat (he’s been sneezing). There we got him medicine and have, hopefully, put him on the road to recovery after a diagnosis of sinus congestion and infection likely brought on by seasonal allergies. Then we managed to head out to Ida Lee park where we were finally able to launch my daughter’s rocket, The Puffle Express! It was a crisp autumn day and the rockets’ red flare stood out nicely against the gray sky. We also got to see several other cool rocket launches! Great that we got to do it since I totally messed up managing to find the folks doing rocket launches the last time around. It was a cool day in more ways than one.

Sunday we got a little cleaning done (need to do more of that, but…) and then headed out to Cox Farms for the last day of their Fall Festival and Pumpkin Madness. Fun time! Multiple hayrides, apple cider, The Corn-undrum, farm animals and giant slides filled our time.

Both the Sock Hop and the the very last Hayride at Cox Farms finished up with the song, “Don’t Stop Believin’,” which made a pretty rockin’ set of auditory bookends for the weekend in general.

Tons more to do this week, though. Monday we managed to get our daughter to karate while also starting preliminary shopping on a new TV and Tuesday made it to a book release party at Borders for Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Ugly Truth, but we didn’t get to the cable company to exchange the cable box that spontaneously stopped working after a short power outage this weekend. Still need to do that and I need to get tons more work done of both the official and the unofficial kinds. Sigh. Back to work for me.

Vote.

Check.

Overheard today: brows and twins, Adams and that guys…

Overheard today at home:

“Celine Dion gave birth to twins at age 42. There’s hope for me yet!”
“Better start singing.”
_____

“You still love me even though I have a 4-inch eyebrow hair, right?” “Right?!”
“…”
_____

“What she needs is more…”
“Adam Sessler?”
“Yeah.”
_____

“Is he somebody famous?”
“No.”
“Well, he looks like that guy in that movie.”
“Shia LaBeouf.”
“Yeah. … Good job.”

Scant few days this lovely…

That is all.

Just when I start to feel human again…

I feel totally human. Human. As in, totally flawed. This particular feeling is based on the Epic Mom Fail I committed on Sunday by not managing to find the Birthday party to which my daughter was invited. To make matters worse it was the first Birthday party she’s been invited to at her new school and the party was a rocket party where all the kids were given a small model rocket kit ahead of time. They were all to bring their completed and decorated rockets to the party where they’d be fitted with engines and launched. So completed, decorated rocket in hand, we wandered the large park looking for the party and never did find it. I even asked at the information desk of the rec center and we still didn’t manage to find it. We walked the park for an hour and still saw no birthday parties. Sigh. I finally relented defeat and we went to a nearby restaurant where we enjoyed a fairly yummy brunch.

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