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Three Really fun Interviews:
Writer's Talk at Robert Frost's Banjo
Interrogation at I see you
Guest Post at Life's a Stage
Three Really fun Interviews:
Writer's Talk at Robert Frost's Banjo
Interrogation at I see you
Guest Post at Life's a Stage
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Random thoughts
If a genie gave me three wishes, my first wish would be for the ability to change my surroundings at will. Poor Will, he'd never know what hit him.....
Everybody has emotional baggage, and lord knows mine isn't light....but at least it has wheels......
I now have proof positive that I sleep on my right and left sides equally during the night. I went to bed with my hair wet last night and woke up looking JUST like a kewpie doll......
I have to color coordinate Legos when I'm making a building. Otherwise the universe explodes....
My daughter emailed me a translation of the bible done by lol cats. The scary thing is I'm seriously considering opening the file......
I'm a bit worried about the fevered part of my brain that a story just came from. So, I've given it some lovely hot cocoa and it's having a nice quiet lie down......
Found out at a party: When you're looking for an upbeat answer to one of life's questions......you don't want to ask a room full of mystery writers "What's the worst that could happen?"
I mistakenly used the word "celebrity" when I meant "luminary" while describing a writer friend the other day.....I realized afterwards that while the word luminary can make you feel exalted, like a star in the sky.....the word celebrity can make you feel like you need to buy a small dog and then go get something waxed.......
I dream in Technicolor..... and I used to dream in Dolby Sound...but I had to stop because I couldn't afford the licensing agreement....
It's 6:45 am and I already swallowed a bug......wonder how that will sway the day?
Hey I hit 42k on my WIP and my headache got better! Maybe the headache was just a manifestation of the alien storyline trying to get out all along......plus now I have these really cool tentacles over my eyebrows.
After writing for four hours straight I looked up at the clock and I swear a voice in my head that I'm not sure was mine said.......I wish I had a cabana boy.....I could really go for some peeled grapes right about now......
My mind is currently a twisting dark miasma of alien activity....I just told a friend who remarked on my sudden word count jump that once I let my characters loose on the planet surface that the story really went wild.....he replied that that's what happens to him every time he visits a new planet.....about an hour later I thought huh......I guess I should find out if he has a belly button.
This will make sense to no one but Judy.....sex appeal and broccoli...two things that can NOT be denied.
My two favorite subject lines for November so far.....My eyeball isn't going to explode or anything, and I salivate at the sight of mittens.....
When you write something for a new character that's so hot that your heart pounds while you're doing it and you have to take a break for a minute to slow things down.....[cause you just met him and you're not that kind of girl]......you just might be on to something.....
You don't have to be tortured to write......but it makes your bio a lot more interesting.....
[I've heard of this, but I never thought it would happen to me] Instead of working on my current project.....I just spent five fascinating minutes watching a biography channel special on Tony Danza ......it's very possible that at this late stage in my life I've discovered the concept of procrastination......
New Novel idea.....Title: Blind and Bruised......Concept: A young girl wakes to find that she can fly. But only with her eyes shut. And only at a height of 25 feet .......I'm thinking that there would be one or two obstacles for her to overcome.....
I need to find the adjustment knob that sets my "yes, ask me out" vibe to a more specific age range. Yesterday in a two hour period I had a 23 year old and a 72 year old ask me out. A friend suggested that it's my sunny disposition that attracts such a varied age group ....but then he added that it could be because I smell just like freshly baked cookies.....
Hold music that is both slightly off station and some kind of generic calypso is probably a clear sign from the universe that I need to simply accept the ridiculous service fee and move on with my life.
The twitter conundrum for me: Yes, with twitter more people are able to laugh at my stuff, but if I stopped to tweet every time I thought of something funny I'd never get anything done. Vader's plan to take over our lives is working. Once he joins forces with HULU we're doomed.
Today while brainstorming money making ideas the random thought that flitted through my brain was ...if I was a guy I could sell my sperm....
Most days I feel like there is a meteor headed toward my house and the words, much like rats fleeing a sinking ship, have to get themselves onto the page before the impact. Then there are days where there are no words at all. On those days I go to the park and hug trees. It's a win/win situation.
I invented a new kind of decoder ring. It's especially for writers. It emits a strobe light in the presence of typos and a low pitched whine in the presence of critics. The problem? The damn thing goes off pretty much all of the time and people just smash it with something heavy after a couple of hours. *sigh*
Ok, so after taking a fabulous class I can juggle two balls. I'll let you know when I get to three......or you could just keep your tv on....I'm pretty sure they'll interrupt your regularly scheduled program with a bulletin....
Sometimes I tip my head to the side and hop on one foot to clear out the old trivia in my brain. It's a lot like sending things to the recycle bin on your desktop only without the cool crunching sound.
I have to go to the store. # of times you can reuse a tea bag? 6..... well.... ok..... 5....that last cup was really only hot sugar water.
My dream is to be welcomed with open arms by people who love and accept me for who I really am. Maybe I'll join the circus......
One of the advantages of living in this day and age is that you can get after factory parts at fairly reasonable prices. I recently had an anti-blurt button installed. First dates and interviews go a LOT smoother now......
I accidentally sent an email response to the wrong friend. I was just glad that it was the one about making an interesting song lyric from the subject lines in my inbox......and not the one right before that ......
With no sucky days....life would be monotonously good.
Why does Monday have such POWER over people? I'm thinking of asking Lauren to draw Monday as a supervillian so I can pitch the idea to Marvel comics. It just stands to reason that Monday would be a character that people would love to hate......so many people say things like Monday has no power over me! or I totally kicked Monday's ass!
He would of course have to have a blue uniform.
Blue Monday... blue day......and he'll never see things your way......[with apologies to Fats Domino, Foreigner and of course Lauren]
I enjoy interesting email subject lines. My favorite for October was "a gross and circular argument." That would be a great name for a garage band.
I'm thinking of writing a country song. I have two lines so far. I wish I had someone to touch me and I wish I liked whiskey. If I combine them I could have the chorus be If I liked whiskey it would be much easier to lower my standards and find someone to touch me.......... It still needs some work.
My friend Cat lives in New Zealand. She's sixteen hours ahead of me. Which means she lives in the future. I'm going to ask her to start picking my lottery numbers.
I gave up sarcasm for my last birthday. After a while it simply became too demanding ..... and quite frankly just cost too much to feed and dress.
I wrote 2,600 words in two hours today. The smell of the pasta I made for lunch [tomatoes, garlic and chicken broth] almost overpowers the smell of burning hair from my brain being on fire.
When you're paid to do something you're a professional.
When you do it for fun you're an amateur.
When you're paid to do something that you'd do for fun anyway, isn't that the best of both worlds?
Well, unless you're a hooker.
The other day I was bored. I'm NEVER bored. I was pretty sure it was the first sign of the apocalypse......
I like to go through life leaving a little sparkly trail of joy.....just like tinkerbell.
Simple formula for dealing with Cleveland weather while walking in the park. If it's cold, add clothes, if it's hot, remove clothes, if it's raining, add umbrella. If umbrella turns inside out in February during carwash style rain two miles out from your car, walk along pretending it's not raining. For maximum enjoyment of carwash style rain, add smiling and parade waving at passing cars.
I love having a skeleton. I tried going without, but I didn't like just puddling on the ground.
You know those locks for ignitions with breathalyzers attached? I think I need one for my keyboard that measures low blood sugar. I was apparently in need of cookies when I commented on a friend's blog that I sometimes do yoga naked. It's true, but he didn't need to know it....and well, I guess neither did you guys....
I do have a dark side. A deep down, dark, bloody-clawed, dribbly-fanged dark side. I keep it locked in my sock drawer.
My legs are so white that when I go outside in shorts, if people look directly at them they burst into flames.
Something about my face makes people tell me what is uppermost on their mind. Yesterday? A ninety year old man described to me in detail how he had spent his morning. I now know how to make a mailbox look like new again with a little windex and an old tee shirt. It was VERY MacGyver.
I know that these ( ) are what you put around asides and parenthetical thoughts and that these [ ] are what you put around asides inside of these ( ). I just like the way these [ ] look.
Sometimes the things I write are as real as the things I live. Sometimes they are the same things, thinly disguised.
I love that goosebumpy/shivery feeling you get from music or men. Either way. But you don't have to pick up the dirty socks that music leaves laying around.
Has no one else experienced a toddler being magnetically attracted to their legs? No one? It wasn't even my toddler.
And he couldn't even reach to my knees with his chubby little hands. It was at a petting zoo. I knew that it was a petting zoo going in, but I didn't know that my legs were going to volunteer.
It's nice when a friend cares enough about you to be petty on your behalf. Not necessarily good karma for them, but nice for you all the same.
I want to learn to play the guitar.
I want to learn to levitate.
I want to learn to juggle.
Not necessarily in that order.
Live long and prosper...I'm doing the hand thing, you just can't see it.
When you knife some margarine onto a hot baked potato and it looks just like an angel in profile with one outstretched wing…..and it melts before you get back from the bedroom with your camera…..which of those things is the sign you were supposed to receive?
If Julia Roberts and Melissa Gilbert had a love child you'd get me. Freckly, fair skinned girl next door....but with LEGS.
I'm not going to riff on Jesus....I like Jesus...and Buddha...he's cool. In fact, I like to think that had the two met they would have sat down for a nice chat and some pie.....lots of pie.
Judy and I are making this tee shirt. "Sadistic Dentists..why you have 70's soft rock in your head late at night..." [you have to picture the graphic]...patient out like a light in the chair, dentist hovering over a bowl of metal fillings still in their liquid state, tiny chips of music being inserted into said liquid...then the drilling.....bwaaahaahhaaa
When you email your deepest darkest secrets to someone, it's a lot like those conversations you have late at night when you're sleepy, the lights are off, and your inhibitions are down. It's cathartic. But then in the morning you really hope that the other person doesn't work for the inquirer.
Smiley faces often show up in my chocolate milk.
Apparently, discussing the size of a giraffe's penis will drive traffic to your web site....
Everything I see, touch, smell, taste and hear eventually makes its way into my writing somewhere. I'm just glad that my brain never runs out of idea index cards. Oh, sometimes one of my ideas gets mangled when I leave it in the metaphorical pocket of my jeans and it goes through the washer. I see that as an opportunity. I work to make it stronger when I unroll the soggy little mess.
I had a widget once (say that three times fast) It was a razor blade with a handle on it. I used it to scrape things off of other things.
Why do my fingers sometimes smell like celery even though the last time I HAD celery was 1987?
Frogs are why water was invented.
This site is set up so I see comments no matter how old the post. So let your silver tongue fly. I'll get back to you.
Everybody has emotional baggage, and lord knows mine isn't light....but at least it has wheels......
I now have proof positive that I sleep on my right and left sides equally during the night. I went to bed with my hair wet last night and woke up looking JUST like a kewpie doll......
I have to color coordinate Legos when I'm making a building. Otherwise the universe explodes....
My daughter emailed me a translation of the bible done by lol cats. The scary thing is I'm seriously considering opening the file......
I'm a bit worried about the fevered part of my brain that a story just came from. So, I've given it some lovely hot cocoa and it's having a nice quiet lie down......
Found out at a party: When you're looking for an upbeat answer to one of life's questions......you don't want to ask a room full of mystery writers "What's the worst that could happen?"
I mistakenly used the word "celebrity" when I meant "luminary" while describing a writer friend the other day.....I realized afterwards that while the word luminary can make you feel exalted, like a star in the sky.....the word celebrity can make you feel like you need to buy a small dog and then go get something waxed.......
I dream in Technicolor..... and I used to dream in Dolby Sound...but I had to stop because I couldn't afford the licensing agreement....
It's 6:45 am and I already swallowed a bug......wonder how that will sway the day?
Hey I hit 42k on my WIP and my headache got better! Maybe the headache was just a manifestation of the alien storyline trying to get out all along......plus now I have these really cool tentacles over my eyebrows.
After writing for four hours straight I looked up at the clock and I swear a voice in my head that I'm not sure was mine said.......I wish I had a cabana boy.....I could really go for some peeled grapes right about now......
My mind is currently a twisting dark miasma of alien activity....I just told a friend who remarked on my sudden word count jump that once I let my characters loose on the planet surface that the story really went wild.....he replied that that's what happens to him every time he visits a new planet.....about an hour later I thought huh......I guess I should find out if he has a belly button.
This will make sense to no one but Judy.....sex appeal and broccoli...two things that can NOT be denied.
My two favorite subject lines for November so far.....My eyeball isn't going to explode or anything, and I salivate at the sight of mittens.....
When you write something for a new character that's so hot that your heart pounds while you're doing it and you have to take a break for a minute to slow things down.....[cause you just met him and you're not that kind of girl]......you just might be on to something.....
You don't have to be tortured to write......but it makes your bio a lot more interesting.....
[I've heard of this, but I never thought it would happen to me] Instead of working on my current project.....I just spent five fascinating minutes watching a biography channel special on Tony Danza ......it's very possible that at this late stage in my life I've discovered the concept of procrastination......
New Novel idea.....Title: Blind and Bruised......Concept: A young girl wakes to find that she can fly. But only with her eyes shut. And only at a height of 25 feet .......I'm thinking that there would be one or two obstacles for her to overcome.....
I need to find the adjustment knob that sets my "yes, ask me out" vibe to a more specific age range. Yesterday in a two hour period I had a 23 year old and a 72 year old ask me out. A friend suggested that it's my sunny disposition that attracts such a varied age group ....but then he added that it could be because I smell just like freshly baked cookies.....
Hold music that is both slightly off station and some kind of generic calypso is probably a clear sign from the universe that I need to simply accept the ridiculous service fee and move on with my life.
The twitter conundrum for me: Yes, with twitter more people are able to laugh at my stuff, but if I stopped to tweet every time I thought of something funny I'd never get anything done. Vader's plan to take over our lives is working. Once he joins forces with HULU we're doomed.
Today while brainstorming money making ideas the random thought that flitted through my brain was ...if I was a guy I could sell my sperm....
Most days I feel like there is a meteor headed toward my house and the words, much like rats fleeing a sinking ship, have to get themselves onto the page before the impact. Then there are days where there are no words at all. On those days I go to the park and hug trees. It's a win/win situation.
I invented a new kind of decoder ring. It's especially for writers. It emits a strobe light in the presence of typos and a low pitched whine in the presence of critics. The problem? The damn thing goes off pretty much all of the time and people just smash it with something heavy after a couple of hours. *sigh*
Ok, so after taking a fabulous class I can juggle two balls. I'll let you know when I get to three......or you could just keep your tv on....I'm pretty sure they'll interrupt your regularly scheduled program with a bulletin....
Sometimes I tip my head to the side and hop on one foot to clear out the old trivia in my brain. It's a lot like sending things to the recycle bin on your desktop only without the cool crunching sound.
I have to go to the store. # of times you can reuse a tea bag? 6..... well.... ok..... 5....that last cup was really only hot sugar water.
My dream is to be welcomed with open arms by people who love and accept me for who I really am. Maybe I'll join the circus......
One of the advantages of living in this day and age is that you can get after factory parts at fairly reasonable prices. I recently had an anti-blurt button installed. First dates and interviews go a LOT smoother now......
I accidentally sent an email response to the wrong friend. I was just glad that it was the one about making an interesting song lyric from the subject lines in my inbox......and not the one right before that ......
With no sucky days....life would be monotonously good.
Why does Monday have such POWER over people? I'm thinking of asking Lauren to draw Monday as a supervillian so I can pitch the idea to Marvel comics. It just stands to reason that Monday would be a character that people would love to hate......so many people say things like Monday has no power over me! or I totally kicked Monday's ass!
He would of course have to have a blue uniform.
Blue Monday... blue day......and he'll never see things your way......[with apologies to Fats Domino, Foreigner and of course Lauren]
I enjoy interesting email subject lines. My favorite for October was "a gross and circular argument." That would be a great name for a garage band.
I'm thinking of writing a country song. I have two lines so far. I wish I had someone to touch me and I wish I liked whiskey. If I combine them I could have the chorus be If I liked whiskey it would be much easier to lower my standards and find someone to touch me.......... It still needs some work.
My friend Cat lives in New Zealand. She's sixteen hours ahead of me. Which means she lives in the future. I'm going to ask her to start picking my lottery numbers.
I gave up sarcasm for my last birthday. After a while it simply became too demanding ..... and quite frankly just cost too much to feed and dress.
I wrote 2,600 words in two hours today. The smell of the pasta I made for lunch [tomatoes, garlic and chicken broth] almost overpowers the smell of burning hair from my brain being on fire.
When you're paid to do something you're a professional.
When you do it for fun you're an amateur.
When you're paid to do something that you'd do for fun anyway, isn't that the best of both worlds?
Well, unless you're a hooker.
The other day I was bored. I'm NEVER bored. I was pretty sure it was the first sign of the apocalypse......
I like to go through life leaving a little sparkly trail of joy.....just like tinkerbell.
Simple formula for dealing with Cleveland weather while walking in the park. If it's cold, add clothes, if it's hot, remove clothes, if it's raining, add umbrella. If umbrella turns inside out in February during carwash style rain two miles out from your car, walk along pretending it's not raining. For maximum enjoyment of carwash style rain, add smiling and parade waving at passing cars.
I love having a skeleton. I tried going without, but I didn't like just puddling on the ground.
You know those locks for ignitions with breathalyzers attached? I think I need one for my keyboard that measures low blood sugar. I was apparently in need of cookies when I commented on a friend's blog that I sometimes do yoga naked. It's true, but he didn't need to know it....and well, I guess neither did you guys....
I do have a dark side. A deep down, dark, bloody-clawed, dribbly-fanged dark side. I keep it locked in my sock drawer.
My legs are so white that when I go outside in shorts, if people look directly at them they burst into flames.
Something about my face makes people tell me what is uppermost on their mind. Yesterday? A ninety year old man described to me in detail how he had spent his morning. I now know how to make a mailbox look like new again with a little windex and an old tee shirt. It was VERY MacGyver.
I know that these ( ) are what you put around asides and parenthetical thoughts and that these [ ] are what you put around asides inside of these ( ). I just like the way these [ ] look.
Sometimes the things I write are as real as the things I live. Sometimes they are the same things, thinly disguised.
I love that goosebumpy/shivery feeling you get from music or men. Either way. But you don't have to pick up the dirty socks that music leaves laying around.
Has no one else experienced a toddler being magnetically attracted to their legs? No one? It wasn't even my toddler.
And he couldn't even reach to my knees with his chubby little hands. It was at a petting zoo. I knew that it was a petting zoo going in, but I didn't know that my legs were going to volunteer.
It's nice when a friend cares enough about you to be petty on your behalf. Not necessarily good karma for them, but nice for you all the same.
I want to learn to play the guitar.
I want to learn to levitate.
I want to learn to juggle.
Not necessarily in that order.
Live long and prosper...I'm doing the hand thing, you just can't see it.
When you knife some margarine onto a hot baked potato and it looks just like an angel in profile with one outstretched wing…..and it melts before you get back from the bedroom with your camera…..which of those things is the sign you were supposed to receive?
If Julia Roberts and Melissa Gilbert had a love child you'd get me. Freckly, fair skinned girl next door....but with LEGS.
I'm not going to riff on Jesus....I like Jesus...and Buddha...he's cool. In fact, I like to think that had the two met they would have sat down for a nice chat and some pie.....lots of pie.
Judy and I are making this tee shirt. "Sadistic Dentists..why you have 70's soft rock in your head late at night..." [you have to picture the graphic]...patient out like a light in the chair, dentist hovering over a bowl of metal fillings still in their liquid state, tiny chips of music being inserted into said liquid...then the drilling.....bwaaahaahhaaa
When you email your deepest darkest secrets to someone, it's a lot like those conversations you have late at night when you're sleepy, the lights are off, and your inhibitions are down. It's cathartic. But then in the morning you really hope that the other person doesn't work for the inquirer.
Smiley faces often show up in my chocolate milk.
Apparently, discussing the size of a giraffe's penis will drive traffic to your web site....
Everything I see, touch, smell, taste and hear eventually makes its way into my writing somewhere. I'm just glad that my brain never runs out of idea index cards. Oh, sometimes one of my ideas gets mangled when I leave it in the metaphorical pocket of my jeans and it goes through the washer. I see that as an opportunity. I work to make it stronger when I unroll the soggy little mess.
I had a widget once (say that three times fast) It was a razor blade with a handle on it. I used it to scrape things off of other things.
Why do my fingers sometimes smell like celery even though the last time I HAD celery was 1987?
Frogs are why water was invented.
This site is set up so I see comments no matter how old the post. So let your silver tongue fly. I'll get back to you.
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42 comments:
Today's my birthday. Thought it would be fun to see how many synonyms we could come up with for the word Love.
*puts on her party hat....starts making the balloon animals and cutting the cake.....*
Awww, you put up a post just for me so I'd have a place to comment with HAPPY BIRTHDAY *love you hugs & kisses*
Let's see, synonyms for Love:
(Miscellaneous Yammering,)
friendship,
appreciation,
fearlessness...
I'll stop and leave everyone else to come up with some as well :)
Happy Birthday, Karen! I hope you have an awesome, awesome day.
And hey, pass the cake will ya? It's no-fat, right?
As for love, I pick adore.
And buy the way, I adore you.
Hee hee hee Estrella, I did. When I got up and saw that you'd left me birthday greetings on my poem from last week lamenting no new posting for my birthday, I quick as a bunny came up with a post.
I love you and your synonyms.
*HUGE hugszzzzzzz*
Yep Cathy,
ALL virtual cake is fat free. So's ice cream [I checked] So you can have TWO pieces, but go easy on the champagne fountain if you'll be cruising the www. Don't want you to get a virtual ticket.
Adore is a GREAT word.
Thanks for stopping in my lovely friend.
*smooch*
Happy, happy birthday! Jezebel sends her own wishes to you as well...oops, she just landed in your champagne fountain. Sorry. ;)
Synonym for love...Karen!
Big smooches to you!
*leaves Jezebel with you for the day as a gift*
Hey Cutie - Happy Birthday!!!!
My synonym for love is laughter - may your day be filled with lots of both.
Hugs!
Kaye
Oh I love that one Kaye! Laughter is a balm to the soul and a conduit to refilling the spirit well.
You're such a sweetie. thank you for popping in.
*hugs you*
Oh my Laura, leaving jezebel with me for the day could be dangerous.
*rubs chin thoughtfully*
I can just see us now...we'd be out for a nice birthday stroll....then I'd start to wonder if that corrosive spit she makes would be strong enough to melt the bank vault wall....
Wading in the fountain is optional Laura, but I am enforcing a no shoes rule.
*smooches you*
Happy Birthday to you, happyyyy birthday to yooooou...happppy birthday dear looooveely sweeeet & kiiind earthling...haapppy biiirthday toooo yoooouuu!!!!!
(my dog is cringing in the corner :-)
So, love, huh? Love is attention.
That which we give attention to flourishes. I heard this from a wise person somewhere and it has always stuck with me.
Pass the cake! ****smooch****
*laughing* my MOST favorite part of that was the "kind earthling"...oh man you light my life up Shannon.
What you focus on enlarges. I like to focus on joy.
Just had me some joy. Wheeeeeeeeeee!!
*hugs you until you make a distressing squeaking noise*
Admiration! That's my word. And I do admire you, birthday girl.
Happy cake day! Smooch.
Jezebel is turning purple at the squeaking noises coming from Shannon...better run, she's tanked up on champagne...
I thought she was already purple. And it's ok,you don't have to worry. I stocked up on caramels to keep jezebel in line. Unless you were saying that Shannon is all tanked up on champagne.
[That might explain the singing]
Thank you Laurita! Cake today and it's gonna be pie tonight. Chocolate cream pie to be exact. yum yum yum. A lovely friend is taking me to dinner right before we go dancing. May have to create a safe zone around me on the dance floor until the combination of coffee and sugar wears off.
[or I could just pass out safety glasses]
*smooches you back*
Happy birthday!
Hope today IS a synonym for love for you. xo
Happy Birthday, Sparkly!!!!!
My synonym for love is generosity ... and you my dear know a lot about that. :-)
Happy birthday!
Respect and room to become ever more yourself--that's the love I'm sending.
Pass the cake. Mmmm.
Johanna
Ah! just got birthday *goosebumps* Johanna.
Room to become ever more yourself.
one of the best kinds of exploration there is.
*happy sigh*
So sweet of you to say Linda.
I'm leaving my trademark sparkly trail of joy everywhere I go today and just to make the day extra special I've also switched on my glow in the dark ears.
[they were an aftermarket addition]
*hugs and smooches you, gives you some cake*
My pretty j, thank you for taking the time to stop in. Today's been splendiforous. And since it's only lunchtime, and I have dancing to look forward to later [not to mention pie] PLUS I've been promised oodles of hugs this evening .... I'm thinking a birthday nap may be in order. yay for birthday naps.
they're like cat naps, only sparklier.
*Great big smooches to you my sweet friend*
Ah, a birthday nap ... i think i might get in on that action and it's not even my birthday ;-) Enjoy your pie, hugs and naps, sweetie!
Happy Birthday my sweet!
So I figured I'd just think about you and see what I came up with. (Bear in mind it's 6:30AM, am trying to wake up...)
Karen:
Adoration
Joy
affection
smiles
sparkle
strength
hugs
cute little chipmunks... :)
I need coffee...
Synonyms like oooooooooooo.
hee. and xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx john.
cute little chipmunks!
---laughing and hugging you simultaneously---
*smooches cat, pours her some coffee*
*gives pj a blankie*
your eyes are getting heavy, heavy...heavy....
and pj? when you wake up there will be cake.
*smooches you*
Oh, let me see what my Thesaurus can come up with for synonyms for Love...
Sparkly! (well, that fits right in , no?)
Love...hmmm...shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Or to go all theological..."Love is patient, love is kind...it bears all things, believes in all things, hopes in all things, endures all things. Love never ends". Looks like that Paul guy got one or two things right.
Love is - as the Fab Four Prophets once said - all you need.
Much joy to you today, Karen, and all days - but particularly ones that involve cake, dancing, champagne fountains and pie, party hats and animal balloons.
Happy Birthday! *sending virtual chocolate cake via psychic powers*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU...
Sorry, I know my voice sounds strange today, so that is all the further I will go.
I wanted to wish you the most special birthday ever!!!
It looks like you have plenty of sweets, champagne and dancing, but of course, the most special is
LOVE
Here is a song for you to dance to and get warmed up. It was the first one I thought of when you mentioned Love:
Rhythm of Love:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWiwuiT58Yc&ob=av2e
Much love and hugs to you,
Anne Tyler Lord
love lifts us up where we belong!
but... let's see... metaphors, because that's how I think about everything:
love is
:an outdoor cat sitting snugged close to your knee on a chilly afternoon.
:breaking a doughnut in half to share with a friend.
:a surprise hug when you're tired.
:autumn trees so vibrant their leaves look like hard candy, with the sunlight glowing through them.
:when all the world seems to be coming to meet you, offering you everything beautiful and good... which is what I wish for you, Karen, always!
wuv, wuv, wuv. and don't forget to make a birthday wish of your own! (may I suggest some options: pony, rocket ship, giant panda, barrel of monkeys, etc.)
What you focus on enlarges.
*focuses intently*
As for as synonyms for love, I imagine fornicate is too many syllables...so we'll go with adore and enjoy.
Happy Birthday, Karen! So I was looking up words in my thesaurus hoping for something outerspacy or otherwordly and found 'besottedness'. I looked up the word in my dictionary (which is in the same file as my thesaurus) and it says unknown. So then I turned to the internet and had an equally hard time finding the meaning but found this quote.``Besotted devotion.'' --Sir W. Scott. So, I think its safe to say, I have much besotted affection for you, my dear. xo
Besotted. Love that word Jodi.
If the word were a dessert it would be a big piece of sponge cake filled to overflowing with love. Dripping even. Nice.
besottedness [from the Karen dictionary] To be filled with Sot
Huge hugs to you my lovely friend.
:0)
Aston, I very carefully tiptoed off and got an official definiton of fornicate.
for·ni·cate Verb:(of people not married to each other) Have sexual intercourse
That word probably could be squeezed into the Love definition by some, and may even have been tiptoed all around by a certain political official at one time....but yeah, I like adore and enjoy better.
But now that this word has made an appearance, it'll probably get me some interesting hits.
This morning someone found Miscellaneous Yammering by googling "walrus tickle dance band" that made me laugh and laugh. I just hope I never get one that references walrus and fornicate. Some things are even too much for the writer's imagination to consider.
[plus? I'd feel bad for the walrus's wife]
*gives you a VERY LARGE piece of chocolate cake and seats you near the champagne fountain so jezebel can keep an eye on you....*
Oh my sweet Lauren, love your list. The hard candy leaves are a beautiful image.
As far as my wishes go...if you're dispensing, I would like a rocket ship filled with monkeys please. That would be so much fun. We'd probably also need the barrel, or at least some buckets, because I could see that much fun leading to the need for a bucket applied to my head as a sensory deprivation device.
And in my experience, monkeys and toddlers can be the same way. Huh. wonder if that says more about me, monkeys or toddlers?
Thank you eversomuch for stopping in to play with me on my birthday.
I love you THIS MUCH. [you can't see it but I'm wearing my mr. gadget arms and they're spread about 45 feet apart]
*GIANT smooches*
Don't know how you could go wrong by quoting the beatles Kevin.
*sings along*
I didn't wear a party hat, but had a wonderful time out showing off my new haircut. I finally found a hairdresser who understands my head. I'm pretty sure that means that she's also an alien, but I'm not gonna squeal on her if she doesn't squeal on me.
*hugs you, gives you some cake and smiles hugely at you*
[which by the way happens whenever I think of you]
smooch!
Could you also send me a pony Cathy, or would you need a bigger psychic conduit?
I think psychic powers would be a great band name. I also think that mind to mind connection is going to be the next gen in social networking. But the BIG money will be in the filtering software. Just imagine getting stuck in an elevator with someone like Gilbert Gottfried. If he's that annoying on the outside...just imagine what the inside of his skull is like.
Thanks eversomuch for stopping in to share my birthday with me my lovely friend.
*BIG SMILE*
Oh Anne, I loved that song. thank you. I'd never heard of the Plain White T's. They have such an uncluttered sound to them.
*hugs you, goes off to play it again and dance in my living room*
[in my birthday suit of course]
>>[in my birthday suit of course]
*Sigh*...just (with a huge grin)...*sigh*...mmmmmmm :D
*laughing*
and the best part is it's wash and wear, and always fits perfectly.
[insert Austin Powers here saying Oh behave]
*laughing more*
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