Deep In The Forrest

I had a word earlier that, when you sit and think of it in your head over and over, it begins to sound really stupid. You know what I mean? There are many words that do this, however, such as simply, "Mayonnaise". Try it, just think of some normal everyday word, repeat it over and over to yourself until you say, "What the hell?? This word makes no sense and sounds like jibberish." It's really weird. Still, I am very mad that I took a hot bath and in becoming so relaxed, I totally lost the word I was going to use for this post. Nevertheless, I have found something way more disturbing and disgusting. I was thinking about the movie "Wayne's World", well actually the SNL sketch it stemmed from, where Wayne used the word "Mung" . I thought Mung was supposed to just describe something utterly disgusting, some gross unknown substance. Well, it sort of does, but then if you check the Urban Dictionary Descriptions , it goes way deeper and sicker t...

Sometimes I find things when I'm digging around looking for other things. Recently, I found a copy of a letter that I wrote to "Z", shortly after we ended things. I thought it might be fun to post this, you "romantics" will probably enjoy the letter and the lovely thoughts, and anyone else who has ever been in that situation might appreciate the words. Memories are all so precious, those from then and the ones that we make every day that drive us forward. Please enjoy one of my fondest memories with me for a moment. Above all, No regrets. July 3, 1997 Dearest Z, I have thought, and thought about what to write to you at this moment for months. I guess I've never really settled on it, but what you're about to read is the best I can possibly do now. On that note, I guess I'll say that this is a Thank You, Hello, Goodbye, Thinking of You, Miss You... I guess many cards all in one letter. I was always taught to give thanks first, and I thank God every ...

I am exited and honored to say that Freakazojd has been posting again, and she has given a "word" to describe my blog, she called it "Visceral" . I am so flattered and honored to be even mentioned in the list of blogs she enjoys stopping by. In keeping with the idea that my blog is somehow "Visceral" (if you don't know what that means, boys and girls I'll let you do your own homework on that), I would prefer to think that instead of "popping by" to visit my blog, that when you are here, you are somehow invited into the deep woods of my mind so-to-speak. That's why I think my last header illustrates that point best. As with any forest (I call mine forrest), there are clearings and sunny spots, and then also dark and scary places that you think you might get lost in... same is true in my mind. Anyway, I appreciate the mention once again, Freakazojd , and am glad that you are part of my Forrest. I'm glad for each and every one of yo...

If a picture's worth a thousand words, then the Weekly Words Challenge (WWC) must be worth MILLIONS! With so many words accounted for, who needs "voices" today... So we're giving it a rest. I should have the "technical issues" worked out with my Podcasting junk that I was using for the Month of May for my NaBloPoMo theme of "voices". Maybe I will do more of the "teen journal entries" then. Are you guys enjoying these?? Or would you rather see/hear some other content? I'll be glad to consider suggestions. So we'll get on with the WWC, which is brought to us as always by our Triple-Incendiary Host, Tink . The words for this week are "Three" and "Fire". Now, I kind of had a hard time, so these are not all on target, but I hope you can squeeze some enjoyment out of them nonetheless... But since I am usually a rambler, and a fan of "words", I must continue to bore you with my ponderings! I was reading my...

Word verification words aren't always notable, but one that I just ran across today I thought was pretty good. "Furmpeyn"... hmmm, I could make some things out of that. "Doc, I got a furmpeyn in my chest, right about here." Or perhaps, "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into this Furmpeyn man (literally) with my basket, and he cussed me out!!! Good thing I don't know the language, because he'd have been in for it!" And of course I can't ignore the f... "Honey when you get home tonight, you're so getting furmpeyn!!!" [What?!? o.k. so I got bored--i'm sure you can come up with a few too] :)