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peculiar limericks

Has anyone else noticed that nothing rhymes with peculiar?

I actually searched the interweb for words that could rhyme.  I don’t know why exactly, but I was thinking of writing a limerick for the daily prompt and I simply can not do it.

It is beyond annoying that I can not do what I wanted to do.  It’s peculiar, actually.

These are a few of the suggestions for “almost rhymes”…I don’t like “almost rhymes, they don’t rhyme at all….any way here is what I was given:

interlobular  (say what?)

juxtaglomerular (Dear LORD what a word!)

Julian  (JULIAN? That isn’t even close!)

Corbusier  (now that word is pronounced “cor-bus-ee-a” how does THAT come close?)

Cuellar OK, cuellar goes just a bit too far. Pronounced “Quay YAR”. How in heck does that even come close to peculiar?  Has the world gone mad?

I give up.  Yes, I know, I know…it is extremely peculiar for me to give up, but that is exactly what I am doing. I figure that there are so many other PRODUCTIVE things I could be doing that mucking about with non-rhymes just doesn’t cut it.

 

A letter to the daily prompter on grainy

Well, dang. I suppose I could discuss the numerous photos I have taken that ended up looking like sand had been poured over the camera lens…or possibly the numerous baking “fails” in my quest for a perfect cheesecake.  Except I have nothing further to say about either that hasn’t just been said.

Giving prompts such as “grainy”  really isn’t all that helpful.  Is there no way, Mr. Daily Prompter, that you could come up with a sentence?  You used to give sentences, you know.  As late as last year you gave lovely short phrases. Now, a single word is thrown to the masses like grains of rice thrown at a wedding and we are to create something.

Is there no way, Mr. Daily Prompter, that you could come up with a sentence?  You used to give sentences, you know.  As late as last year you gave lovely short phrases. Now, a single word is thrown to the masses like grains of rice thrown at a wedding and we are to create something.

It takes more than a word to create you know.

I think you are probably thinking “these are writers. They will write the rest”.

My response?  No, SOME of this crowd daily checking your prompts are writers. The rest of us just want to be.  Some of us are simply old ladies looking for some sort of creative outlet.

Some of us are simply old ladies looking for some sort of creative outlet….and not really finding it.

 

 

Lack of brains, the park and other things………..

It was suggested that I write a post about the stupid things Egyptian politicians do.  I was scrolling through google images looking for those “stupid” people when I came across these.

I can’t help but think that the government has been adding something to our water supplies……..

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Back in a Jiffy

jiffy  As in “I’ll be back in one?”  Perhaps it is referencing a LUBE shop of National “fame”?

George said while looking over my shoulder at the prompt “Could be peanut butter, you know.  Or Popcorn. Or cornbread.”  I think he was hungry. He reminded me that I had not fed him this morning…so I asked if he wanted canned or dry food in his dish. Continue reading

ah, the joys of a working gate

In the never-ending chore list is this….12: fix the gate

We have so far removed fifteen sections of fencing in the yard.

The previous owners of our cottage were fence freaks. There were fences, half-fences, gates galore!

There were five sections of fencing just in the backyard…and one huge privacy fence between our driveway and the neighbor’s yard.  There was even a fence across the front porch with a gate that Charles Atlas couldn’t move!

There was a wooden railed fence in the front yard next to the street holding in a privet hedge full of cactus!

There were both privacy wooden fences and chain link fences, sometimes right up against each other. We moved both gates back…one is attached at the back of the house, the other is a huge wooden gate that needs to be reposted so it doesn’t fall over with a stiff breeze.

yes, that is a lovely stained glass window…and yes, I did stain it myself!

Right now the gate is sort of jerry-rigged…the post is barely planted in the ground and has a bike chain holding it against the house so it doesn’t fall over. It also has a cinder block on each side of the base to provide a tiny bit of stability.

Yes, I do know how stupid it looks and it doesn’t work at all but it has been so blasted hot I can not bring myself to go dig a fence hole.

I considered hiring Lee next door to dig the hole but that young man works so hard and for so many hours each day I simply can not justify keeping him out in the heat for a stupid gate.

So I need to fix it. Except, I have to have assistance so that means George has to be off work and awake.  That is a rarety.

In the meantime, I just need to be satisfied with the little metal gate, at least until the temperatures drop down to a livable level.

Damned i-phones!

It only took me four hours, but I figured out how to turn on my new cell phone. Oh, I HAD an instruction manual that came with the blasted thing, yet the instructions….well, let us just say they were not written by Neurons or Protons..not even Electrons had anything to do with the instructions! (MORONS!!!) Continue reading