Word of the Day Wednesday

It's that time again! Technically, it's a bit past Wednesday, but you'll forgive me, won't you? 


Without further adieu, today's word of the day is "milquetoast." 

milque·toast

   

[milk-tohst] 

–noun ( sometimes initial capital letter )

a very timid, unassertive, spineless person, esp. one who is easilydominated or intimidated: a milquetoast who's afraid to ask for a raise.

Origin: 
1935–40, Americanism ;  after Caspar Milquetoast,  a character inThe Timid Soul,  comic strip by H. T. Webster (1885–1952),American cartoonist

Me gusta this word mucho! It is in the forefront of my mind today, after some unfortunate dealings with people who think all Christians are illogical sheep. Alas, that's another topic for a whole other (or many other) blog posts! 

This word is wonderful because it's like a word picture. Just imagine milky toast: bland, unappetizing, wavering, floppy.  

I pride myself on not being milquetoast, even if that means voluntarily jumping into the lions' den every now and then to defend my faith ... Can you tell what I really want to blog about? It's too late and I'm too tired to conquer that territory, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow or the next day, or the next time I get peeved at someone who tries to bait me into a cyber argument. 

I leave you with a cartoon of Caspar Milquetoast, the character after which the word was derived. Enjoy!

Tipping the scales

Here's the sitch, folks: I'm eating too much. I'm avoiding exercise like I'm allergic to it. I have, for lack of better words and for complete admittance to myself, "let myself go."


I'm having nightmarish visions of this woman. Remember her? 

I'll give you one clue: STOP THE INSANITY! 

It is due to the aforementioned reasons and a desire to see my 40th birthday (which is not for MANY years, I vehemently demand) that I must heed this woman's advice.

All insanity shall cease at 0dark30 in the morning when I wake up and have a visit with this man (minus the coffee and donuts, of course).

I'll let you know how it goes. 

Word of the Day Wednesday

Word of the Day Wednesdays is a new funky little feature for your Wednesday enjoyment. Being the English nerd that I am, I love learning words, using words, and sharing words. Let me clarify that I do not like having words with people; that is no fun. 


Without further ado, today's word of the day is verbose.

ver·bose

   

[ver-bohs]

–adjective

characterized by the use of many or too many words; wordy: a verbose report.

Origin: 
1665–75;  < L verbōsus,  equiv. to verb ( um ) word  + -ōsus -ose¹

—Related forms

ver·bose·ly, adverb

ver·bose·ness, noun

un·ver·bose, adjective

un·ver·bose·ly, adverb

un·ver·bose·ness, noun

—Synonyms 
prolix; tedious, inflated, turgid; voluble, talkative, loquacious. See bombastic. 

—Antonyms 
laconic. 

I love this word. I find it's rather fitting for the first Word of the Day Wednesday because it's all about words. I love the way it sounds as it rolls off your tongue. 

I've included related forms for usage, as well as the etymology because that is one of my very favorite things about words. I had an amazing etymology professor in college who (God rest her soul) was the most passionate person I had ever met when it came to words. She made the subject come to life and I learned SO much from her. I want her kind of passion to ooze from my being when I'm talking about something that I love. 

I hope you do enjoy this new feature and are able to add some new words to your vocabulary. If you're truly nerdy like me, you'll feel like a big shot when I choose a word that you already know. ;) ¡Viva palabras! 

P.S. If you want to revel in pure, unabashed nerdiness, you can sign up for Dictionary.com's Word of the Day and get a new word EVERY day via email. Here's the linky if you're up to the challenge: http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday. 

God bless,

Miss K

An open letter to a long-lost friend

My Dearest Metabolism,


How in the world are you? I know it seems like months since I've written or even thought about you, but I'm beginning to worry when or IF you'll ever come back. Please do. I miss you.


I know you probably thought I didn't need you once I grew up, but I need you now more than ever. It feels like you just turned your back on me and ran away, leaving mass amounts of chocolate and stretchy pants in your wake. 


I promise if you come back I'll give you a prettier, albeit smaller (hopefully), place to live and I'll feed you more salads and less saturated fat. I'm not trying to butter you up, believe me. 


I just need you in my life. Please come home. You complete me.


Sincerely,


Miss K

It sure is nice to just be the woman with you

The Mister and I ventured off on a little holiday in San Diego this past weekend. It was much needed, and cherished. Our little Jerry Lewis in the making was safely at home with his Nana, being spoiled rotten (which I'm not even sure can happen, seeing as the boy's so rotten now he reeks of 12-day-old, hard-boiled eggs). Nonetheless, you can pretty much assume that if Nana's around, the hubs and I are sneaking off for at least a night out, and more if we can get by with it. 


Since we love California and exploring all the nooks and crannies of our wonderfully beautiful state, we headed down to Shelter Island in San Diego. It's a quaint little place off Point Loma. If you're local and have never been there, you should check it out. San Diego is one of my favorite places in California, and this area was like a fun little undiscovered treasure for these two kids. I'll post some pics soon.


We got to eat some great food, have some even better wine, take walks, take naps, do some Latin dancing, and catch up with a good friend. Then, we headed back up to the LBC on Saturday to hit up a little Oktoberfest shindig with a group of friends, which was just the kind of laid-back evening we needed to end our excursion. All in all, it was just what we needed. 


Of all the fun, food, and frivolity experienced, my favorite part of the trip was just getting time to be my husband's girl again. I didn't have to play chef, medic, chauffeur, therapist, nothing. I just got to be me for a while. We just got to be US, and I realized how important it is that we do that from time to time. 


I need time to gaze into my husband's eyes and see that young man I fell in love with more than 17 years ago. We need to dance together like we used to, like it was just us and no one else in the world existed. 


We got to do that in our time away. It was such a blessed reminder from God that He gave me my soulmate  and I should be thankful every day for that wonderful gift.