Showing posts with label five o'clock somewhere. Show all posts
Showing posts with label five o'clock somewhere. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Pileous – Wordplay Wednesday™ 02/21/18



Quick and Quirky Wordplay 

In a hurry? It seems I always am … so for those of us who desire to learn, but eagerly rushing toward “five o’clock somewhere,” enjoy your quirky word of the week!

PILEOUS (pīʹlē ɘs,) adj. – hairy or furry. [WW #152]

A fine word for a cute little animal. But describing a person in conversation or descriptive writings ... when hairy or furry is a little indelicate and unpleasant … pileous is so much more subtle and likeable. Choose your words wisely!

Word Challenge: PILEOUS. Sometimes it’s worth the extra time to root out a word that describes, without naked bluntness. Think kindly as you fit pileous into your week of humane writings.

Write first for yourself … only then can you write for others. (L.Rochelle) 

                       


E-N-D

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Vituperate – Wordplay Wednesday™ 08/09/17


When Your Day Requires Attitude Adjustment  

When one is beleaguered by circumstances beyond control and your daily schedule flies out the window into never-never-land, and nothing gets completed on time … it causes an attitude 

VITUPERATE (vī tōōʹpɘr āt’) vt. – to speak abusively to or about; berate; revile. [WW #124]

Frustrated by technology, computers, and life in general, by mid-afternoon yesterday I loudly vituperated, realizing I had no hope that this week’s Wordplay Wednesday would live up to its name.

So hopefully, you, like I, learned a new word this “Throttle-My-Computer Thursday” which reminds you it’s Five O’clock Somewhere and life’s too short for prolonged vituperation

By the time I made adjustments to my pc’s skewed settings, cleaned out its lazy innards and restarted the beast, it was Happy Hour.

Once you realize you’re hopelessly mired in sh*t, use whatever method works for you to give yourself an “Attitude Adjustment.” Click on the title and let Hank Williams Jr. sing you into a smile. The first minute of relief is worth the effort.

If necessary, remember (after your first sip of libation) to apologize to those to whom you spoke vituperatively, and soldier on. This too, shall pass.

Word Challenge: VITUPERATE. An attitude you sometimes can’t avoid; but react to it mindfully as you fit vituperate into your week of frustrated writings.

Write first for yourself … only then can you write for others. (L.Rochelle) 

                        


E-N-D


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Wordplay Wednesday™ August 19, 2015 – BROSE oatmeal kicker



Are you a breakfast person? Bacon and eggs, or the comforting aroma of hot, steamy oatmeal?

BROSE(s) [brōz; Scot.] – n. a dish made by stirring boiling water or milk into oatmeal. [Not to be confused with your bro’s breakfast.]

Chefs and those who actually cook their meals, may know that this word is not a synonym for buddy. “They’s all my broses!” John said, pointing to the group of guys playing a scrappy game of pickup basketball. Uh-uh. More like …

As a food connoisseur with a delicate palate, you watch the dawn brighten your day while pouring hot water into your cereal bowl, and taking in a slow deep breath, exclaim heartily, “Ummm, the brose smells good …”

Hahahaha … okay, now that we have the chuckle of the day out of the way, the real scene goes … if we absolutely must be up when the night’s shadows are still skulking in the corners, we’re staring into our cereal bowl with sleep-glazed eyes, heave a heavy sigh as we splatter milk into it, and mutter grumpily, “The oatmeal needs cinnamon.”

At first glance, brose is a rather highbrow term for a banal breakfast staple. Clearing the morning fog from my eyes, I spotted an eye-opening “cocktail” variation …