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Hi guys,
Its me that crazed Texas Tech fan. I get a word of the day e-mail everyday and wanted to share with you some intersting words that I ran across.
Heterodox - Hetero - means different and dox - way of thinking or my personal favorite magesterium. Heterodox means you think differently in different beliefs and ect.
I thought this word might be cool to share, becuase we all are heterodox people. Again I ramble.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Anne. What kind of troubled childhood caused you to be a Texas Tech Red Raider fan? ;D ;D
Actually, it's us UT Longhorn fans that have our heads burried in the sand after losing to K-State and AtM.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
I will be the first to admit, my Red Raiders did disappoint me this year in football. Yeah we beat A&M, but we lost other games we should not have. >:(
I guess I had a very troubling time living so close to the University and all growing up. I grew up in Brownfield which is abour 30? minutes from Lubbock.
Yeah, I will say this, I have more respect for UT after pulling that national championship off. I remember watching it and UT scoring within the last few seconds of the game. Now that was some football. I lost my bowel of popcorn and knocked over my drink, that's some excitment. I do follo UT's progress as well as Tech's. Vince should not have left UT.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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GO SAINTS !
I can say that without a bag over my head ;D
mercy, peace, and love
Kat
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To all,
Today's word of the day.
Peradventure - noun, 1. doubt, and 2. chance
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Can anyone use that word of the day in a sentence pertaining to Ray??
;)
gena
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Gena,
Hmmm, let's try this one for size.
Ray does not leave the presentation of truth to peradventure, he rather presents in a well-thought and developed manner.
Anyone else?
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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OK, .....I see how that works..... :)
cool
gena
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Okay folks,
here's the word of the day.
The Word of the Day for December 22 is:
gregarious \grih-GAIR-ee-us\ adjective
1 a : tending to associate with others of one's kind : social *b : marked by or indicating a liking for companionship: sociable c : of or relating to a social group
2 a of a plant : growing in a cluster or a colony b : living in contiguous nests but not forming a true colony — used especially of wasps and bees
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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I am not sure who has the most milking cows here in Mt. Pleasant, it's a toss-up between Greg-or-iris.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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I know, I know. Let's go and get a coin and let it decide who's got the most cows! ;D
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Anne, I was using your word of the day "Gregarious" in a sentence. Greg-or-iris.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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;D ooopsies. I thought you were talking about two people on this forum. I knew that that was an Iris but I had not seen a Greg. Dang I just now saw those hypens. ;D
Okay, I had a friend over here at my house this afternoon that was from West Texas A&M. Her influence dumbed me down a little bit. I think I need to cross the street and get recharged at Texas Tech again.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Howdy all,
Here's the word of the day.
adamantine \ad-uh-MAN-teen\ adjective
1 : made of or having the quality of adamant
*2 : rigidly firm : unyielding
3 : resembling the diamond in hardness or luster
I have no idea of how you would use this in a sentence. Longhorn wanna give it a try?
Siincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Hello,
The Pharisee were adamantine in their understanding of scripture???
Kennymac
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Kenny,
Works for me. ;D Sometimes I learn a new word such as yesterday's but am unable to use it in a sentence.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Howdy you all,
Today's word of the day.
rue \ROO\ verb
*transitive sense: to feel penitence, remorse, or regret for
intransitive sense : to feel sorrow, remorse, or regret
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Howdy to All,
Here's the word of day.
belated \bih-LAY-tud\ adjective
1 : delayed beyond the usual time
*2 : existing or appearing past the normal or proper time
Did you know?
Long ago, there was a verb "belate," which meant "to make late." From the beginning, "belate" tended to mostly turn up in the form of its past participle "belated." Eventually, "belate" itself fell out of use, leaving behind "belated" as an adjective that preserved the original notion of delay. As you may have guessed, "belate" and its descendant "belated" derive from the adjective "late"; "belate" was formed by simply combining the prefix "be-" ("to cause to be") with "late."
I will see you later.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Hi to All,
Here's the word of the day.
ex cathedra \eks-kuh-THEE-druh ("th" is as in "think")\ adjective
: by virtue of or in the exercise of one's office or position
Did you know?
"Ex cathedra" is a Latin phrase, meaning not "from the cathedral," but "from the chair." The phrase does have religious origins though: it was originally applied to decisions made by Popes from their thrones. According to Roman Catholic doctrine, a Pope speaking ex cathedra on issues of faith or morals is infallible. In general use, the phrase has come to be used with regard to statements made by people in positions of authority, and it is often used ironically to describe someone speaking with overbearing or unwarranted self-certainty.
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"speaking with overbearing or unwarranted self-certainty."
Well, in originating with the pope, I reckon that fits quite well! ;D
M@tt
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Hi to all.
Once again the daily installement. This word was pretty cool.
vertiginous \ver-TIJ-uh-nus\ adjective
1 a : characterized by or suffering from vertigo or dizziness b : inclined to frequent and often pointless change : inconstant
*2 : causing or tending to cause dizziness
3 : marked by turning : rotary
Did you know?
"It is generally necessary to avoid crowded rooms and the vertiginous influence of the dance," one 19th-century medical work advised. We're not sure what condition this advice was aimed at, but it may well have been "vertigo," a disordered state characterized by whirling dizziness. "Vertiginous," from the Latin "vertiginosus," is the adjective form of "vertigo," which in Latin means "a turning or whirling action." Both words descend from the Latin verb "vertere," meaning "to turn." ("Vertiginous" and "vertigo" are just two of an almost dizzying array of "vertere" offspring, from "adverse" to "vortex.") The "dizzying" sense of "vertiginous" is often used figuratively, as in "vertiginous medical discoveries may drastically change life in the 21st century."
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You all have a good one.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Hi to All,
Here is the Word of the Day.
The Word of the Day for December 28 is:
inculcate \in-KUL-kayt\ verb
: to teach and impress by frequent repetitions or admonitions
Example sentence:
More than anything, Don and Gloria try to inculcate in their children the importance of treating others the way they wish to be treated themselves.
Did you know?
"Inculcate" derives from the past participle of the Latin verb "inculcare," meaning "to tread on." In Latin, "inculcare" possesses both literal and figurative meanings, referring to either the act of walking over something or to that of impressing something upon the mind, often by way of steady repetition. It is the figurative sense that survives with "inculcate," which was first used in English in the 16th century. "Inculcare" was formed in Latin by combining the prefix "in-" with "calcare," meaning "to trample," and ultimately derives from the noun "calx," meaning "heel." In normal usage "inculcate" is typically followed by the prepositions "in" or "into," with the object of the preposition being the person or thing receiving the instruction.
Enjoy,
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Hi to All,
It is amazing how often the word of the day applies to this forum. Here's another example of somthing that we were called out of.
Enjoy.
pell-mell \pell-MELL\ adverb
1 : in mingled confusion or disorder
*2 : in confused haste
Example sentence:
Autograph seekers rushed pell-mell into the hotel lobby in an effort to meet the famous actress.
Did you know?
The word "pell-mell" was formed through a process called "reduplication." The process — which involves the repetition of a word or part of a word, often including a slight change in its pronunciation — also generated such terms as "bowwow," "helter-skelter," "flip-flop," and "walkie-talkie." Yet another product of reduplication is "shilly-shally," which started out as a single-word compression of the question "Shall I?" "Pell-mell" traces to the Middle French "pelemele," which has the same meaning as the English "pell-mell."
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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I used to smoke 2 packs of unfiltered pell-mells a day... Oh, Im sorry, those were Pall malls.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
Thanks so much. This has not been a good day, but your post made me laugh. ;D Laughter is the Best Medicine. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Happy New Year's to All,
Here's the word of the day. This fits with this day.
"fatidic \fay-TID-ik\ adjective
: of or relating to prophecy
Example sentence:
I hope the dream I had last night about losing my wedding ring doesn't prove fatidic.
Did you know?
As you might guess, "fatidic" is a relative of the word "fate." The Latin word for fate is "fatum," which literally means "what has been spoken." "Fatum," in turn, comes from "fari," meaning "to speak." In the eyes of the ancients, your fate was out of your hands — what happened was up to gods and demigods. Predicting your fate was a job for oracles and prophets. "Fatidic" is "fatum" combined with "dicere," meaning "to say." That makes "fatidic" a relative of the word "predict" as well; the "-dict" of "predict" also comes from Latin "dicere.""
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Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To all,
I love this word and the fact that it fell on my birthday today.
"riot act \RYE-ut-AKT\ noun
: a vigorous reprimand or warning — used in the phrase read the riot act
Example sentence:
When Chris arrived late to class again, the teacher read him the riot act for not being more punctual.
Did you know?
Many people were displeased when George I became king of England in 1714, and his opponents were soon leading rebellions and protests against him. The British government, anxious to stop the protests, passed a law called the "Riot Act." It allowed public officials to break up gatherings of 12 or more people by reading aloud a proclamation, warning those who heard it that they must disperse within the hour or be guilty of a felony punishable by death. By 1819, "riot act" was also being used more generally for any stern warning or reprimand. Although the law long ago fell into disuse and was finally repealed in 1973, the term that it generated lives on today."
Hope you all have a great day.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Anne, I'm glad your'e so WORDY. ;) I like wordy people; i never get bored and always learn something from them; thank you. :D
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Susan,
Nothing gives me a bigger thrill than to open up my e-mail and see that there are new posts on this forum and my daily word of the day. Now that is life LOL. ;D
Glad someone gets a joy out of it.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Here is the word of the day for January 03, 2007.
"The Word of the Day for January 03 is:
hazmat \HAZ-mat\ noun
: a material (as flammable or poisonous material) that would be a danger to life or to the environment if released without precautions
Example sentence:
When asbestos was discovered, the company called in a hazmat team to identify and remove all of it.
Did you know?
The origin of "hazmat" is clear enough — it was formed by combining the first three letters of each of two words: "hazardous" and "material." The word "hazmat" is fairly young, first appearing in print in 1980. Although it is a noun, "hazmat" tends to be used attributively, meaning that it often appears in sentences before another noun as if it were performing the duties of an adjective (as in "hazmat team" and "hazmat worker")."
NOTE: Susan asked me if she could post the word of the day tomorrow. And I said yes. So look into it. I will give you a hint. It is a word that has to do with the fear of homework. Stay tuned for tomorrow's word.
<Exits stage and waits for Susan's entrance."
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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My Boss's name is Frank Glover (real name). He owns a large feed mill here in M.t. Pleasant. My family has known his family for 40 yrs. His son Mathew has now taken over the company, and he is a real jerk. Good thing for us though is he is real lazy and dosen't get to the plant until late in the Am, which gives all of us an opportunity to slack off a bit. We may be country folk, but we do have enough sense to have a person who's job it is each and every morning ring the cow bell when they see Matts flatbed truck pulling into the parking lot. Sometime the noise from the grain conveyor belts makes too much much noise and we cant hear the cow bell, and we all have to ask each other HAZ- MATT made it here yet.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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I am familiar with hazmat. It stands for 'hazardous material'. When I transport hazardous material such caustic soda, a chemical used in the offshore oil industry, we have to have the hazmat manifest onboard for that material to be legal and in order to know what are the dangers and precautions/actions to take if an accident occurs with hazmat materials.
Peace,
John
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Longhorn,
Hah. :D :D :D :D I love your puns on the word of the days. I am a mathematics major and puns are the highest form of humor to us mathematicians. I'lll supply the word and you supply the laugh. Everyone wins.
Hey, gotta question. Can you send me a chicken coop and some firescrackers so I can try out that thing you said on another post? ;) I want to wish the New Year in with a bang.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Susan has asked me to post this post becuase her computer is on the blink. So I am posting for Susan via proxy.
Today's word of the day is one that I had never heard of until Susan told me last night. This was so unique that I have adopted it as a word of my own and can hardly wait to use it.
The word is - omeoorkophobia - fear of doing homework. Susan said she got this off a scholastic bookmark. Hey Longhorn, if you can make a pun out of this one I will be so impressed and entertained for the day.
You all enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To all,
I am only going to share with you the cool words so that was why I have not posted anything in the last two days. The words were very common and not unusual.
Today's words is so cool. It is Latin and I LOVE Latin.
Here is is.
vox populi \VOKS-POP-yoo-lye\ noun
: popular sentiment
Example sentence:
It's too early to determine with certainty just how much influence the vox populi will really have on the new governor's policy decisions.
Did you know?
"Vox populi" is a Latin phrase that literally translates as "the voice of the people." It can be found in the longer maxim, "Vox populi, vox Dei," which means "The voice of the people is the voice of God." Many people think that expression means that the people are always right, but it really implies that the will of the masses — right or wrong — is often irresistible. Since the mid-1960s, English speakers, especially British ones, have trimmed "vox populi" down to the abbreviated form "vox pop," an expression used particularly for popular opinion as it is used and expressed by the media.
Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Gee, I have a class full of students with omeorkophobia!! For real!
gena
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To All,
Here's a rather old word that I found that was interesting.
"bluestocking \BLOO-stah-king\ noun
: a woman having intellectual or literary interests
Example sentence:
Now that Aunt Sarah has retired from teaching college English, she fulfills the role of bluestocking by holding literary teas for students at her home.
Did you know?
In mid-18th century England, a group of ladies decided to replace evenings of card playing and idle chatter with "conversation parties," inviting illustrious men of letters to discuss literary and intellectual topics with them. One regular guest was scholar-botanist Benjamin Stillingfleet. His hostesses willingly overlooked his cheap blue worsted stockings (a type disdained by the elite) in order to have the benefit of his lively conversation. Those who considered it inappropriate for women to aspire to learning derisively called the group the "Blue Stocking Society." The women who were the original bluestockings rose above the attempted put-down and adopted the epithet as a name for members of their society."
Enjoy,
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
I am only going to post the more interesting word of the days. On some of the days they have been common words that are used frequently.
I have been dying to start a poll and so I am going to start a poll in reference to the word of the day. Please see the poll.
Have a great day.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Finally an interesting word of the day. It is the opposite of increment.
Here goes.
"decrement \DEK-ruh-munt\ noun
*1 : a gradual decrease in quality or quantity
2 : the quantity lost by diminution or waste
Example sentence:
The participants in the sleep deprivation study experienced a decrement in cognitive abilities as the night wore on.
Did you know?
Even if you've never seen "decrement" before, you might be familiar with "increment," a word for the action or process of increasing or for something that is gained or added. "Increment" arrived in English, after a rather circuitous route involving Anglo-French, from the Latin verb "increscere," meaning "to increase." So it should come as no surprise that "decrement" derives from the Latin verb "decrescere," meaning "to decrease." Both words can be traced further back to the verb "crescere," which means "to grow." Like "increment," "decrement" can also have the (much rarer) mathematical sense of "a change in the value of one or more of a set of variables," but "increment" is used for both positive and negative changes, and "decrement" only for negative ones."
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Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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True story ;) Of the few neighbors I have out here in the country, Lula Walker (real Person), is probably my favorite. Not because Lula is a female and just happens to be single like myself, but Lula is one of the few that I can count on day or night if I should need help with something out here on Longhorn ranch. Farming is not a easy life, and certainly not for a woman. The thing I admire most about Lula is for the 15 years I have known her, she refuses to be influenced or controlled by modern technology, (taking the easy way out so to speak).
Me, Im taking the easiest way out and around any and all situations. Here are a couple of examples.
Laundry- Me Maytag washer and dryer. Lula- scrub-board and lye soap.
Preparing the garden soil for planting season- me, John deer tractor with stainless steel tilling blades- Lula- Rusty old hand-made tills pulled behind two mules, Nail, and Butcher(real animals).
The examples are endless, but you get the picture, Lula is content with the simple life. Go over to Lula's farm anytime of day, and chances are pretty dang good you will find her hard at work somwehere around the farm in her old Smitty's overalls, and a pair of old worn out leather work boots. Come to think of it, in the 15 years Iv'e known Lula, I don't rightly recall seeing her in anything else but her old work clothes.
But all that changed last weekend. Saturday, when I rode the 4-wheeler over to see how Lula was managing in all the bad winter weather, a bowl of homeade stew and hot apple cider with a spritz of "Jack", and conversation quickly turned to the big Saturday night "Titus County Jamboree" honoring old man Lucas Fartenberry(real person). Since neither Lula nor I had nothing better to do, we decided to make it a date. I was to pick Lula up at 7:00 pm sharp.
With my jeans starched stiff as a board and my new wrangler western shirt, cowhide boots and a Stetson staw hat in perfect sync, I splashed on a dash of Old Spice, and off to courting I go. After bringing Old Blue(ford pickup) to a stop in front of Lula's, I take one last look in the rear view mirrow, and began honking the horn to signal my arrival. After the 7th or 8th honk Lula finally makes her way outside.
As Lula makes her way down the rickity old wooden steps, I see a sight that shocks me to the very core, like a lightning bolt strike directly to to obdula oblongata of my brain. Lo and behold, Lula is wearing a DRESS, not only that, but it came all the way up to the top of her knees exposing a pair of "Bluestockings". Aware and slightly amused at my reaction, with a slight grin on her face Lula proudly boast, What do you think of my dress and "Bluestockings"? and the only answer I could muster was, I think I just decremented in my pants..... and then it rained.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
I sure was not expecting the end of that story. I love what you do with the word of the days. I nearly decremented myself after laughing so hard and loud reading your post. Keep up the good work and we will see what tomorrow holds for us.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Hi Longhorn,
I want to say it was like watching an old western movie in my mind, as I read that story of yours.
You are one heck of a story teller, I loved it 8)
mercy, peace, and love
Kat
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Longhorn, you are one funny guy!!! :D
That was soooooooooooooo funny! ;D ;D ;D
Iris
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Proverbs 17 :22 A happy heart is good medicine and a cheerful mind works healing
If anyone has got the medicine bottle of laughter in this Forum it is you Longhorn!
What a picture! ;D
Peace to you
Arcturus :)
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Does anyone else hear the voice of 'mater' from the movie Cars when reading Longhorns stories? ;D
Longhorn, Mater makes the movie great! When asked what his name is he replies ..'Mater,...Toe..mater without the toe'
Peace,
John
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To ALl,
Well today's word is very unusual. I had not heard it. I am not posting it for definition 1, rather for no. 2
"pettifogger \PET-ee-fog-ur\ noun
*1 : a lawyer whose methods are petty, underhanded, or disreputable : shyster
2 : one given to quibbling over trifles
Example sentence:
Charles Dickens's Uriah Heep was a complete pettifogger, an unctuous villain whose name became a byword for a falsely humble hypocrite.
Did you know?
In its earliest English uses, "pettifogger" was two separate words: "pettie fogger." "Pettie" was a variant spelling of "petty," a reasonable inclusion in a word for someone who is disreputable and small-minded. But why "fogger"? It may come from "Fugger," the name of a successful family of 15th- and 16th-century German merchants and financiers. Germanic variations of "fugger" were used for the wealthy and avaricious, as well as for hucksters. In English, a "pettie fogger" was originally a small-time operator of a shady business. We're not sure why the word came to be applied specifically to lawyers, but it appears to have initially referred to lower-status attorneys who argued the smaller, less important cases."
Enjoy,
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Word of the day - Pettifogger:
True story ;) ....... For the last 10 years my best childhood friend has begged me to let him go deer hunting on my property. Now before everyone get's all huffy, you all know that old Longhorn is an animal lover as can be proved by taking a look at the variety of critters roaming around the farm. This past deer season I decided I would end a decade of "whinning and begging" and I would allow my best buddy to deer hunt down in south end of the pasture in the meadow.
Myself not being a hunter, I was not prepared for what I was about to see. At 3:30 AM I hear the old familiar "backfire" from my old buddys rusted out 65 Ford pick-up. Groggy and a little miffed about being woken up by a machine, I made my way to the front door. The look on my friends face said it all, the old expression "Grin from ear to ear" held true that morning. ..... By the way, did I tell you my friends name... Harold Wayne Foggersberg (real person), I always called him "Fogger" for short. I invited HWF in for some bad coffee and a stale day old doughnut.
Im not an expert on the propper attire of Big game hunters, but old Fogger looked like he was expecting to bag a grizzly or mabey a T-Rex, im not sure. I gave him the "Rules for hunting" on my property speech which went in one ear and out the other, and told him whatever happens in those woods, I dont want to know about it. As Fogger is walking out the door he turns and says to me Longhorn, why dont you come along and I can show you what fun you have been missing out on all these years.
Just as I was about to tell Fogger where he could go, an interesting thought came over me...why dont I go with Fogger and at the very least mabey I can scare off anything before he has time to play Rambo. Through the meadow and into the woods we go. Im not sure what was worse, his constant telling me to "ShoooSH" or his eagerness to kill some helpless animal. Here we sit, for three dang hours hunkerd down by an old rotten fallen oak tree.
Long about 7:00 am I motion over to Fogger that I need to relieve myself from some of that mud coffee we had earlier. HWF looks at me with rage in his eyes and says, if you have to go, do it on that old log next to you. Well I did have to go, and after all it was my pasture, and my old log, so to heck with him, I let'er rip. About half way into the relief process, I notice some strange movement in the hollow log. Sure enouph, I picked the one log that was home to a very angry opossum.
Apparently not happy or either discussted by my scent, the angry opossum avoids me, and heads directly to an unsuspecting Fogger, and runs straight up his pants leg and latches firmly on his "Privates". I doubt many on this forum have encountered an agry opossum that has just received a urine bath, but trust me folks, it aint pretty. Like I was saying, old Fogger was in a heep of trouble and the look of sheer terror on his face, and the squill of pain in his voice was frightening to say the least, but at the same time a sence of JOY came over me.
Obviously having not practiced this type of emergency proceedure before, HWF panics and yells at me "Longhorn" what the heck do I do now. As I try my best to look concerned and that I give a crap, I tell him, Im no expert on opossum removal, but if I were you I would "Pet-it-fogger"... and then it rained.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
You are a riot!!!!!! You have all the fun.
bobby
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Trust me, Life is fun.
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
I am very very glad that you bring what you do to this forum. Yes life is way too fun. I am going to copy these files to my computer. I want to have them becuase I laugh so much, in case the forum crashes.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
THis was another wierd one.
"nonce \NAHNTS\ adjective
: occurring, used, or made only once or for a special occasion
Example sentence:
Lewis Carroll's nonsense poem "Jabberwocky" is chock-full of nonce words, but a few of his coinages, such as "chortle" and "galumph," have become established in our language.
Did you know?
"Nonce" first appeared in Middle English as a noun spelled "nanes." The spelling likely came about from a misdivision of the phrase "then anes." ("Then" was the Middle English equivalent of "the" and "anes" meant "one purpose.") The word was especially used in the phrase "for the nonce," meaning "for the one purpose," as in Geoffrey Chaucer's "Prologue" of Canterbury Tales: "A cook they hadde with hem for the nones / To boille the chiknes with the marybones." The adjective "nonce" did not exist in print until the publication in 1884 of the New English Dictionary on Historical Principles (which later became the Oxford English Dictionary). The editor of that dictionary, James Murray, created the term "nonce-word" as a label for "words apparently employed for the nonce." "
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Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Longhorn,
Think we could all come to your farm for some coffee and fellowship someday? I haven't laughed that much in weeks....still laughing.
I'll bring the doughnuts!
Dwight
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FORGET WEBSTER; I VOTE FOR LONGHORN TO MAKE THE NEXT DICTIONARY, IT WOULD BE LOTS MORE FUN ;D ;D ;)
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Word of the day: "Nonce"
True story ;) (trust me, this is a TRUE story)
Some of yall might find this hard to believe, but old Longhorn didn't grow up using a rusty ol horse shoe as a teething ring, No, a long time ago I actually did have a "Real Life" You know the old dream marrige , cant live without you, slobber all over each other, your the only one for me baby B.S... Yall know what Im talking about. Anyways, I dont want to turn this into a " he said - she said" debate so I will just cut to the chase. In all my years, I have not known a bigger "Liar" or story teller than my ex.
To make a life long story short, this is how the "DIVORCE" thangy magiggie went down( best I remember). Of the 365 days in a year, she had to pick October 10th, the day before my beloved University of Texas Longhorns do their annual battle with the hatted (Inbred) rivals to the north, the Oklahoma Sooners. as the day to stand before the Judge and finalize all the "who gets what and all that stuff"..
Anyway, as I approach the bench in front of the honorable Hope Walker(real judge) p.s. I "HOPE" she has burning hot soupy diarrhea 24 hrs a day .... Oh well, apparantly my ex had this divorce thing planed well in advance, because as Judge Walker reviewed the CAUSES for the Plantiff, they were as follows:
1. Husband is a jerk, and if I knew then what I know now.
2. His Idea of a romantic evening consist of Beer, Sports (dosent matter) Pizza, Beer.
3. Dosent acknowlege his wife unless she is wearing a TEXAS football jersey (or not wearing one)
4. See reasons 1 through 3.
With a "Dung" eating grin on my face, and with my TEXAS baseball cap pulled firmlly down, I saunter toward the bench when Judge Walker ask me... Longhorn, are these accusitions by your wife correct. I said you Honor , for " NONCE " in her life Im pretty dang sure she's telling the truth... and then it rained. (hailed is more like it)
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D :D :D :D :D ;D ;D ;D
You did it again. Today's word was chivalry, but as we all know what that means, I will not post until another interesting word comes up.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To all,
Here's the word of the day.
"legerdemain \lej-er-duh-MAYN\ noun
*1 : sleight of hand
2 : a display of skill and adroitness
Example sentence:
It was an impressive feat of legerdemain for Shane to take a dollar bill and instantly turn it into twenty nickels.
Did you know?
In Middle French, folks who were clever enough to fool others with fast-fingered illusions were described as "leger de main," literally "light of hand." English speakers condensed that phrase into a noun when they borrowed it in the 15th century and began using it as an alternative to the older "sleight of hand." (That term for dexterity or skill in using one's hands makes use of "sleight," an old word from Middle English that derives from an Old Norse word meaning "sly.") In more modern times, a feat of legerdemain can even be accomplished without using your hands, as in, for example, "an impressive bit of financial legerdemain.""
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Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Ah, that's where we get that saying from; that goes waaay back. Interesting.
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To All,
I really like this one, reminds me of the word quotient, and anything that reminds me of mathematics I like.
"quotidian \ kwoh-TID-ee-un\ adjective
1 : occurring every day
*2 : belonging to each day : everyday 3 : commonplace, ordinary
Example sentence:
As an employee, Fiona is gifted at solving the difficult problems that arise from time to time, but she is often careless about the quotidian responsibilities of her job.
Did you know?
In Shakespeare's play As You Like It, the character Rosalind observes that Orlando, who has been running about in the woods carving her name on trees and hanging love poems on branches, "seems to have the quotidian of love upon him." Shakespeare's use doesn't make it clear that "quotidian" derives from a Latin word that means "every day." But as odd as it may seem, Shakespeare's use of "quotidian" is just a short semantic step away from the "daily" adjective sense. Some fevers occur intermittently — sometimes daily. The phrase "quotidian fever" and the noun "quotidian" have long been used for such "
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Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To ALL and especially Longhorn,
Here's the word of the day. I love words beginning with x or z becuase they are very unusual and this one fits the bill.
"zaibatsu \zye-BAHT-soo\ noun
: a powerful financial and industrial conglomerate of Japan
Example sentence:
As owners of a zaibatsu with interests in the insurance and banking industries, the family's decisions had an undeniable impact on the Japanese economy.
Did you know?
"Zaibatsu" is a compound formed by the Japanese words "zai," meaning "money" or "wealth," and "batsu," meaning "clique" or "clan." The word refers to one of several large capitalist enterprises that developed in Japan after the Meiji Restoration of 1868 and that expanded rapidly during World War I. Each zaibatsu was typically organized around a single family and controlled interests in multiple areas, such as mining, foreign trade, textiles, insurance, and especially banks. While zaibatsus were dissolved during the Allied occupation of Japan following World War II (around the time the word entered English), many of the individual companies that comprised them continued to be managed as they had been, and the term has survived."
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Longhorn, make a story of this word and you will be the master story teller of them all. I have been racking my brains in seeing how a story could be made with this word.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Well for a little change today. Susan asked me to post this as the word of the day today and so here it is.
Wowser:
1. Her definition: a self-rightous stuck-up woman
2. Dictionary.com 's definitions - a uptight?, persnickety person
I kind of liked the word. Gives me a new name to call the spinless preachers stuck in Babylon. ;D
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Word of the day: "Zaibatsu"
True Story ;) Ever since I can remember, Longhorn ranch has been sort of a mystical piece of land, sure it's size of 120 acres pales in comparison to some of the modern day big time beef cattle farmers, but within this 120 acres are some of the most unique features known to man. The first being that the original rock or concrete road that ran from Texarkana to Dallas Tx runs straight through the middle of the farm, just 30 yards from the canalope and purple hull pea garden.
While most of the road is now overgrown with costal bermuda and various kinds of weeds, if one were so inclined, they, like many local folks and historians alike, could trace the famous "Fork in the road" which just so happens to be at the south end of the watermellon patch, and you would see for yourself where the "Fork" road slits, one going to Dallas, the other into the worlds largest wasteland,(good for nothing) real eastate commonly known today as "Lubbock Texas" ;)
2nd unique feature is original Rail road (RR for the lay persons) that stretches from Goergia to California, runs straight through Longhorn ranch dividing the sweet potatoes and ocra garden, from the turnup greens and onion garden, many a day have I waved at the conductor at the front of the train, hoed another 15 feet of weeds on the row of snap peas, wiped my brow, and waved to the enginer riding in the Kaboose.
3rd unique feature requires all on this forum to take an oath, those not willing please exit this post "NOW". Oath... I hereby promise not to report my breathren Longhorn to any or all authorities as it relates to what we shall call the "Syrup Mill - (slash) Moonshine Still. Now before everyone starts the "I knew that old Longhorn was nothing but a drunken fool" thread, allow me to explain. Even as a small child spending the summers here at the ranch, I always wondered why my Grandfather who my entire family called "Big Daddy" (real person) and his neighbors Robert and Lula Allmen(real people) were always so happy when they were so poor and had NOTHING.
Anyways, best I recall for some strange reason, there was always a fire burning and either one of the two mules Nail and Butcher going around in circles pulling some type of harnessed devise in the sugar cane patch whitch produced a strang odor, kinda like rubbing alcohol, but mabey a mite stronger. What was even stranger, at least now that Im alot older and wiser ;) was why did they "Hide" all that purified healthy "DRINKING WATER", (thats what they told me it was) from the neighbors who were struggling to get some old nasty water from a well, in a "Secret Cave" ? ...
Well stupid me, the "purified drinking water" was put in the secret cave for future use in case something should happen like for instance, a danged ol terroist attack, or something like what the Baptist call ARMEGEDON, I think thats means end of the world or something, but anyways, where was I?, Oh yea, 15 years ago right after my Grandfather (Big Daddy) died, the same year I became a free man (DIVORCED), I felt the smart thing to do was to move into the sacred confines of the now vacant Longhorn Ranch.
Im not saying ol Longhorn here has always been the black sheep of the family, but lets just say I dont get the old personal invite to family social functions. Anyways, to my utter supprise, shock, amazment, however the heck you want to say it, last summer my oldest sister Susie (real sister) showed up on the front porch with a "Good Will" basket complete with sweet potatoe pie, collard greens and onions, BBQ pork chops and homemade cornbread. Before she can knock on the door it's opened and the "Fake" tearfull reunion begins.
Twenty minutes (seemed like 20 hours) into the conversation, my sister "Susie" who for my entire life I called "SUE" ask me a very personal question, she says to me Longhorn, do you think there is a chance in HADES that you could show me the SECRET CAVE. After taking a somewhat diffrent oath than the one yall have taken, I agreed to show her the secret cave. Using only a small flashlight as to not disturb the GHOST OF SUGAR CANE PATCH, we sneek our way into the secret cave. As we enter the cave, SUE ask me Longhorn, why does it smell like rubbing alcohol (Sue is a Nurse, so she knws the smell) I say to her SUE, Im not a rocket scientist, nor do I portray one on T.V., but Im fairly certain that aint Rubbing Alcohol.
Before "SUE" can accuse me of trying to hide an old family secret, we hear a flutter of wings that stirs up a cloud of dust. With SUE grabbing my arm and at the same time yelling at me Longhorn, Why didn't you tell me there were crows using this secret cave for a roosting site, and I said.....That isint a crow you silly "WOWSER"..... It's " Za bat Sue" ..... and then it rained.
Love in Christ
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
You gotta send some of that rain up here to Lubbock. I am duly impressed. Now that was pretty funny.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Wowser, Longhorn! You are the Texan of the Year; excellent story!! We can't get anything over on you, can we? (I love the one about Lubbock being a wasteland; putting my old profession as a nurse as well as my name being put into your story. ;D :o) Are you sure that you don't have a position as a novel writer? Maybe you missed your profession ;)?
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To All,
It has taken awhile for another interesting word to come up. Here it is. Enjoy.
"avoirdupois \av-er-duh-POYZ\ noun
1 : the series of units of weight based on the pound of 16 ounces and the ounce of 16 drams
*2 : weight, heaviness; especially : personal weight
Example sentence:
Michael's ample avoirdupois can be blamed on his fondness for rich sauces and fattening cheeses.
Did you know?
When "avoirdupois" first appeared in English in the 15th century, it carried a meaning of "goods sold by weight," which is also the meaning of its Middle English predecessor, "avoir de pois." That term derives from an Anglo-French phrase meaning "goods of weight." Today, "avoirdupois" most commonly refers to the system of weight measurement used for general merchandise, in which the pound is equal to 16 ounces, the ounce 16 drams, and the dram 27.344 grains. (Some other weight systems are apothecaries' weight, used to measure pharmaceutical items, and troy weight, used for precious metals.) It was Shakespeare, in his play Henry IV (1597), who first used "avoirdupois" to mean "heaviness"
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Have a great day.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Ok here it goes in a sentence.
I really should go on a diet and get rid of all my baby avoirdupois.
Got to blame it on the baby!
~Paula :D
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Paula,
Hah, Now that was a very good use of that word. I lost weight when I was pregnant with my son. Hopefully I can lose all those post partum pounds LOL.
Good to see you here having a good time. Ahhhh fellowship is a wonderful thing indeed.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Today's word of the day came from Susan. We were sitting at a Broadway musical tonight and Susan came up with this word
1. Commandeered - NOTE: If mispelled, I apologize.
a. to take over
b. to force a surrender
c. to make one's will take precendence over another
At the concert, Baby David commandeered Susan's sucker. Any boy did he ever. That boy loves cherry suckers. It was so cute how he would just suck on it and wiggle his legs becuase he loved it. One time Susan would take the sucker, and my little one would reach for the sucker and begin to cry.
"Daniel commandeered the bed from Susan and she will have to sleep on the couch tonight." - not exactly as written but to the best of my memory.
I just love this word and it looks well so neat and symmetrical. It is truly a word of asthetic beauty.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Yep Anne, Baby David and Daniel both got over on this ole' gal last night! What can I say ;) I have never seen Baby David hold onto something for as long as he held onto that sucker, and he only dropped it on me once, but boy he was not gonna give that thing up for anyone, not even for Aunt Susan :'( :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P....and it is goooone!!!! ;D
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Fellowship is a good thing Anne! :)
Awe how cute that Baby David commandeered Susan's sucker. I can just picture his delight as he sucks on it.
I know children love suckers! If I don't share my children commandeer my snacks as well. ha ha
Of course that was just an example of the word "commandeer" because I always share! ;)
or lock myself in the bathroom to have a treat. :D What they don't know won't hurt'em! :D
~Paula
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Paula,
I will have to remember this when David-Lee gets older and do this when I wish to eat on my chocholate stash.
<grins>
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Word of the day: "Commandeered"
True Story ;)
Long before I moved to the farm here, this property was owned by my Grandfather Charlie, Bigdaddy is what we all called him. I can remember as a youth spending entire summer vacations here while the majority of my childhood friends spent the summers doing BORING stuff like going to Disney World, or vacationing with thier family in Hawaii, you know stupid things like that. Not me though, heck no, give me the smell of freshly cut hay, working 8 hours in the hot Texas sun planting gardens, slopping the hogs, helping feed all the livestock, you know, good ol country living.
My Grandfather"Bigdaddy" wasunt "your dang right wasunt" is a real word,,, anyway, Bigdaddy wasunt a wealthy man in terms of his bank account, but his was the richest person I ever knew. Boy what I would give for just 1 more tractor ride through the pasture and down into the meadow with him. Or just 1 more bowl of his hand churnned homeade ice cream, or just 1 more game of dominoes before going to bed.
In 1990 at the age 89, Bigdaddy's health forced him to move into my parents home in Hunt county, about 70 miles west of the farm. For 2 years, the old house and barn lay vaccant, other than some owls who had made a nest in what used to be the old plowing mule "Nail's" favorite feeding stall, and a couple of stray cats that stayed under the front porch.
Well in 1992 all that changed. After 12 years of riding the range together, me and Mrs Longhorn came to the conclusion that we could no longer graze in the same pasture any longer, so Mrs Longhorn took the house in the city, (come to think of it, she took everything), and Longhorn here decided to plant some new roots in old familiar ground, my first Love, the farm, today known simply as Longhorn Ranch.
Now I might come off as a bit of a gruff, but dont be fooled, ol Longhorn here has a tender side as is evident by what happened 5 years ago. Only 2 times in my entire life have I been moved to tears ;), one of those being when the first puppy I ever owned (Wuffums) got ran over by Mr. Barnett when I was 11 years old( I shot a hole through his window with a BB gun), and the other being when my Grandfather "Bigdaddy" died.
Now when you live as long as Bigdaddy did, a couple of things are certain, 1, your cemetary plot has been long paid for, and 2, most of your friends have either passed on or should have. Bigdaddys final resting place was in the Farmers Acadamy cemetary next to the Millsted family plot under a big old oak tree. Now as most of yall have kinda figured out, Longhorn here aint going to win any "Mr. Socialble Citizen" of the year awards anytime soon, but for this ONE day, I felt I owed it to Bigdaddy to be on my best behavior.
Growing up, I remember Bigdaddy telling me stories of how back in the old days, it was not unusual for there to be 7, 8, or even 9 or more siblings in a family, not because they were to stupid to know that babies come from playing "Park the tractor in the garage", but the reason for a large family was because living on a farm required alot of hard work, it was not a one man or woman job. And such was the case for Bigdaddy's family,,,, 9 brothers, and 2 sisters.
Of Bigdaddys NINE brothers, I remember only three of them. Samuel (uncle Sam), Virgil(uncle Virgil), and Bigdaddys youngest brother by 17 years, Millard(uncle Millard). At the time of Bigdaddys death, only Uncle Millard was still alive. I had only seen pictures of Uncle Millard because of the nine brothers, he was the only one that didnt have to work on the family farm, and was the only one to get a college education.
Yes millard was sent off to boarding school at an early age. Even as a teen I can remember Bigdaddy showing me old family photos and noticing something rather strange. All the other men in Bigdaddys family had dark brown hair, all except Uncle Millard. Now I dont have one single thing against people with RED hair, but you know the old phrase, Id rather be dead than RED on the head.. Anyway, Uncle Millard looked like the male version of Strawberry Shortcake. Whenever I asked Bigdaddy about this, he said he thought it might have something to do with when his mom used to deliver pecan pies to Mr. Morsels who lived across Sulphur Creek.
Anyway, where was I, Oh yes, the funeral. A very small gathering, soon as Pastor Billy Craig had finished reciting Psalm 23 and my neighbor Lula Allman played a stirring rendition of "Little brown church in the Wildwood" on the banjo, I placed my carnation on Bigdaddys casket and made my way to my Ford pick-up. Halfway between the truck and the pit graveled road that circled the cemetary I noticed a elderly gentlemen sitting on a rotting old bench overlooking the Elmer Barrett family plot.
As I pass by, the rather fragil, but neatly dressed old man grabs my arm. As I jerk away and resist the urge to thump his saggy ear lobe, he cries out... is that you Longhorn? I spit my chaw of tabacco out and said yes Im Longhorn, then the old timer takes off his hat and says, didnt your grandaddy tell you about me, Im your uncle Millard. As I mentioned earlier, I promised myself for this ONE day I would do my best to be on good behavior.
I said I remember Bigdaddy talking about you, and showing me your picture Uncle Millard, and before I could get the next word out he says to me...Please Longhorn, do me a huge favor, please just call me what Bigdaddy and all my other brotthers called me,,, just call me "Red". Not wanting to be rude I asked Uncle Millard--I mean "RED" if he would like to come by the farm for a cup of coffee. After very little small talk, Uncle Millard-- I mean "RED" ask me Loghorn, do you think we could ride down in the pasture so I could see the meadow your Grandaddy always talked about?
through the pasture, under the tressel, across the creek between the hay barn and the syrup mill, we make our way into the meadow. For five minutes neither of us speak a word, with tears running down his leathery cheeks, his says to me Longhorn, this ranch truely is heaven on earth. As we make our way to the very far southern end of the meadow Uncle Millard screams at me STOP. He jumps (more like crawls-falls) out of the pick-up, and points toward the small stream that seperates my property from Lulas place and Uncle Millard ( I mean RED) says to me Longhorn, do you see those Elk over ther getting a drink. I said what? He said those animals over there at the stream getting a drink, arent those Elk? I said no, those are just plain old everyday "Common-deer-Red". And then it rained.
Longhorn
This True story ;) is dedicated to my buddy Bobby 43.
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Longhorn,
Now that was funny. Again it took a surprising turn that I was not expecting. Common deer hah.
God bless you Longhorn.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Come on dear Red!........
Longhorn...what a turn of mind...... ;D ;D I hope he stopped crying then! :).... :)
Peace to you
Arcturus
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Longhorn,
Tom Sawyer and old Huk Fin, couldn't have said it any better. ;D ;D ;D
Dwight
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Longhorn,
Did Uncle Millet die from laughing right then and there? ;) ;D ;D You certainly have a way with (country) words and you have a wonderful immagination! :o
Hi Bobby.
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Unbelievable!!!!
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Hi Longhorn,
That was a great story...
...and funny!!! ;D :D ;D
Iris
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Longhorn!!
Are you pulling our leg? ;D ;D ;D
Dwight
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To All,
Oh I love this word. I saw it and had to do the description of this word in r.t. <real time> I hope it equally enjoyable to you all.
balneology \bal-nee-AH-luh-jee\ noun
: the science of the therapeutic use of baths
Example sentence:
Dori studied balneology in Europe and now applies her knowledge at a spa in California.
Did you know?
"Sure, the hot water feels good. Sure, the massage is nice. But it goes beyond that, advocates say." So wrote Ellen Creager in an article published on February 18, 2001 in the Detroit Free Press. The healing powers of mineral baths have long been touted by advocates like those mentioned by Creager. Though we've had the word "balneology" for just over 120 years, this method of treating aching muscles, joint pain, and skin ailments goes back to ancient times. Proponents of the science of bath therapy created the name "balneology" from the Latin word "balneum" ("bath") and the combining form "-logy" ("science"). Today, some medical institutes in Europe have departments of balneology. Modern "balneologists" impart their knowledge to, or themselves serve as, "balneotherapists," who apply their "balneotherapy" to grateful clients.
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Enjoy people and have a great week.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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AHHHH, I think I shall become a BALNIOLOGIST on this cold morning... <as she goes and makes an epsome salt bath> :o ;D
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To All,
Happy INternational Love Day peoples.
Today's Word of the Day is <muching on some right now> Chocholate. Now this is a funny word as it is a pain in the neck for me to write out becuase I often mispell it.
As everyone knows what this word means, I would like to take some time to share what it means to me.
Hello my name is Anne and I am a definite chochoclate addict. I wake up in the morning drinking oh about 3-4 cups of hot cocoa. Beside my computer I have a dish full of kisses and hugs. In my cabinent, I have symphony and dark chocholate bars, as well as the Trobolone. To me chocholate is the gift of choice that I wish to give and receive. It can sweeten any situation and dissolve the bitterness of loss. Throughout the house are little chocholate stashes so that I do not have to walk more than 15 steps to get to one, in case I need the chocholate fix. Yep, I am so glad that God blessed Man and it was HIS will that we discover chocholate. Thanks be to God. :)
As with 2/14 being the day that retail makes a lot of money for selling chocholate, I will not be duped this year. I am waiting on 2/14 to conclude, and then I am going to go and get me more stashes and pile up the plunder for pennies on the dollar. <WEG> <finsihes munching a piece and puts another one in>
Well thanks for letting me ramble. I shall post the regular word of the day, should it prove to be interesting, but I thought chocholate was.
Longhorn, can you make a pun from the word chocholate?
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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I bow to the master Chocohologist!!!!
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Gena and Anne...you need help... ;) ;D ;D
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I can see you both I several years from now:
Anne: "I Anne, am a recovering CHOCOHOLIC....I have been not been addicted to chocolate, I have been clean now for only a few hours, but,... ;)
Gena: "I Gena, am a recovering HAPPY FACE CHARACTERS ICON POSTER ON THE FORUM....I STILL AM NOT CLEAN, and I don't know if I can ever overcome this addiction, BUT... ;)
I love you two :D
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Horray for CHOCOLATES ANNONYMOUS AND HAPPY FACE ICONS ANNONYMOUS ;D
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Susan,
I am never clean from chocholate. hee hee hee.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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OMG ;D ;D ;D
They say the first step is to admit!!!!
You are right, I am getting addicted to these smiley thingeys. I can't "hep" it....its Paula's fault...she led me too em. Dang, if I go down, she is too!!!!
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Susan,
I have to go down with Gena and Paula, cuz dang it I love how the forum is brightened by them. Hah.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Ha. such Fun.
Where are the fellas?????Maybe this will help interest them, if chocolate won't.
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Gena,
My husband was looking over my shoulder when I was reading the new post. He really liked that one, where did you get it?
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Off of BestSmilies.com under Shooting.... :-[
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Oh, you girls are too much to hang with!!! I CANNOT TAKE ANOTHER SMILEY FACE OR PEICE OF CHOCOLATE!!!! ;)
UH-OH...I'M...I AM FEELING...I'M GOING DOWN TOO :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o I CAN'T STOP MYSELF NOW ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;DGENA, PAULA...HELP... ::) ::) ::)
UH-HUM.....NOW... WHERE DID YOU SAY THAT I COULD GET THESE LOVELY ICONS AT? ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
ANNE, QUICK......I NEED SOME CHOCOLATE... :P :P :P :POR I'M A GONNER!!! ??? ??? ??? ::) ::) ::)
WHEW....NOW THAT I HAVE ACCESS TO THOUSANDS OF ICONS..... :DI FEEL ALL BETTER :D :D :D :D
THANK YOU LADIES FOR THE ICONS AND CHOCOLATE ;)
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Ha. such Fun.
Where are the fellas?????Maybe this will help interest them, if chocolate won't.
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Gena that was so sweet of you to think of the fellas! ;) You ladies are a riot! :D :D :D
~Paula ;)
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Paula, sweet as in chocolate or sweet as in "too much estrogen" not enough Test..agin...can't spell it!!! ;D
still no fellers on?? I think we scaird em!!
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Gena,
mmmmm Chocholate.
Yeah, no fellows, wonder where Longhorn is.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Im watching "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" while drinking mug of Hot Chocolate and eating a slice of Chocolate pie.
Longhorn
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Im watching "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" while drinking mug of Hot Chocolate and eating a slice of Chocolate pie.
Longhorn
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(That means your cool! ;) )
I just noticed we are in the word of the day thread. So the word of the day is "ROCK".
It can be used as a verb like ROCK ON! Or as an adjective to describe someone as illustrated. :D
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Love (phileo)
Your sis in Christ,
~Paula
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Paula,
You are a trip. Today's word that I usually get in my e-mail was not at all interesting, so I like the word "rock" as being the word of the day. Hopefully there will be a more interesting word tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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All of us ROCK with the Rock of our salvation ;D
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Alright Susan you rock too! :D he he
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Yes we all Rock because He is the Rock of our Salvation!
Blessings!
~Paula
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To All,
Okay foks time to get serious again. Here's the word of the day.
Enjoy.
"grok \GROCK\ verb
: to understand profoundly and intuitively
Example sentence:
No matter how many times I try to explain it, my grandmother just can't grok what a blog is and why anyone would want to read one.
Did you know?
"Grok" may be the only English word that derives from Martian. Yes, we do mean the language of the planet Mars. No, we're not getting spacey; we've just ventured into the realm of science fiction. "Grok" was introduced in Robert A. Heinlein's 1961 science fiction novel Stranger in a Strange Land. The book's main character, Valentine Michael Smith, is a Martian-raised human who comes to earth as an adult, bringing with him words from his native tongue and a unique perspective on the strange, strange ways of earthlings. "Grok" was quickly adopted by the youth culture of America and has since peppered the vernacular of those who grok it, from the hippies of the '60s to the computerniks of the '90s."
Enjoy peoples.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Word of the day: "Grok"
True Story: ;)
Twice a year here on Longhorn ranch the bottom 20 acres of the meddow which is some of the best costal bermuda in Texas, is cut and baled for the winter hay for all the livestock. Well, last year with the drought I could only get one cutting, and to compensate I was forced to let the bermuda grass grow about a foot 1/2 taller than normal to be sure and get the most out of this one cutting.
Now just a tid bit of farming info for all you city folks, usally when make the first cut for hay, the costal bermuda stands about 2 1/2 to 3 feet tall. But because I had to let it grow a foot and 1/2 taller last summer, the bermuda meadow was dang near (let's see here...2 1/2 ft plus the added 1 foot and a 1/2) made exactlly 1/2 + 2- the 1/2, carry the 1 foot divided by the 1/2 = #$@&, Oh well, I think mabey theres some of them Mathmatical brain smart people that went to that Technilogical school up in that waste land around Lubbock that can figure this here equation out,,,,anyway, the bermuda was dang near chest high.
Best I can remember, it was a Friday afternoon late (about 4:30) cause I remember I was getting all spiffied up to go a courting with my neighbor and bet gal Lula Allmen, when I hear my old bird dog cleo raising the biggest fit Id ever seen. I raced to the front door and peeked out the window and sure enough here come the Sherriff of Titus county Joe "Bunk" Buford speeding towards the farm.
With all kinds of thoughts filling my head (well not too many) out of nowhere I remembered that I had forgot to show up for jury duty the previous week, and old sherriff Buford was probably fixing to let me have it. Not wanting to be late for my date with Lula, I come up with one of my greatest ideas ever. I decided I would just sneek out the back and hide in my other house (Out House).
Sure enough, worked like a charm. After a couple minutes old Sherriff Buford "Bunk", got tired of old cleos barking, and through a knot hole in the out house door I see old Sherriff Buford drive away. While I was in there I figure what the heck, so I finish my business and run back into the house, splash on some of that exspensive smelling good stuff, "High Karate" I think is what they call it, and off to Lula's I go.
I get to Lula's and after honking the truck horn for what seemed like 20 minutes, Lula comes out in the most beautiful flowerdy ankle length dress Id ever seen. Off we go, I got a crisp 5$ bill in my pocket, a fresh pouch of Red Man chewing tabacco, and the prettiest gal in two counties ridding in Old Bettsy ( my pick-up truck), don't tell me you city folks dont name your trucks, life is good again.
Well, with Lula and myself both being Bible believing, God fearing, Baptised in Holy water,faithfull tithing, laying on of hands, speaking in tongues,free will acceptors of Christ, Christians, when ever Lula and me go a courting( that means on a date for yall city slicks) Lula always sits on the very far side of the truck. You know, we dont want folks in town thinking there's any "Handsy Pansy, Hanky panky going on while Im driving.
Anyway, the old dirt road that runs from Lula's house and leads to the main service road, just so happens to run right by the back portion of Longhorn ranch which is the costal bermuda meadow. after much encouragment, I convince Lula to roll down the truck window and take in a breath of the freshest air on planet earth. Nothing smells quite like a mixture of chest high costal bermuda that has been fertelized with chicken manure.
After about 30 seconds of that nonsence, Lula was just about to roll the window up when she yells at me Longhorn, STOP THE TRUCK.. Well I slammed on the brakes and after 30 feet or so we come to a grinding halt( p.s. note to self, replace brake pads on old Bettsy). Anyway, I yell at Lula, "What in tarnashing is wrong with you"? She says to me didn't you hear that? And I says, all I heard was you sreaming over my favorite song on the radio (George Jones #1 country hit) He stopped loving her today.
Lula says no, listen. And sure enough about 5 seconds later, silence is broken with the sound of shot gun blast, comming from the middle of the chest high bermuda. Now everyone knows old Longhorn is an animal lover and hunting on the ranch by anyone is a NO NO. Anyway, we get out of the truck and crawl through the barbed wire fence, Lula goes first, and we slowly edge our way through the chest high bermuda to the sound of the gun blast. Trying to act brave I yell, " You better show youself or im sending in my killer pit bulldog.
Anyways, I nudge old Lula and tell her to do her impression of a old "Bloodhound" barking. Trust me, Lula should be on that show "Star search" or whatever the heck it is cause Lula sounds just like an old bloodhound ready for the kill. Not 20 seconds into her impression, and up pops two heads, one familiar one, that being Old Sherriff "Bunk" Buford, and the other being a complete stranger. Old "Bunk" yells at me Call off your dog Longhorn.
Sherriff Buford wades through the bermuda and with sweat dripping off his forhead he sees Lula and knows right away there wernt no real dog fixing to get em, they had just been snookered(thats a fancy word for fooled). Anyways, he says to me Longhorn, I know you dont like nobody hunting on your property, but I came by your house and you didnt answer. But listen he says, first of all this guy with me couldnt hit a bull in the butt with a bass fidle, so you didnt have to worry about him killing any rabbitts, and second, this guy with me is a Nephew of one of the most famous Movie stars in the history of show business.
I said Bunk, there is only one truely famous person alive and that is Mack Brown, Head coach for the greatest college football team in america, that being the TEXAS LONGHORNS. I look back to where the still trembling rather handsome feller is standing and I said, "Bunk" here tells your the Nephew of the most famous Movie star ever. He says to me yes sir I am. With a smirk on my face I asked him, Well who the heck is your uncle and MOST FAMOUS movie star. He said "why sir, His name is............ "GROK HUDSON"......... and then it rained.
Longhorn
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Longhorn,
Hah, you are so funny.
Well when it comes down to the equation I do not know if I can figure that out. I constantly get teased becuase I cannot do arithmetic. I only do algebra 1 and higher. <grins> So I guess you are on your own with that equation.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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That is so great Longhorn!...You have such a colorful way of writing.
Here in Africa we have a bird called the Are-di-dah.....well that is how the name is pronounced. Do not ask me how to spell it. :D....My computer is better at spelling than I am! Any way….for years I have been able to impersonate the voices of certain animals….and beasts too….I am able to impersonate the cry of the Are-di-dah very well that they talk back to me. :D
The African folks here….well they do not tell me what they think, :D their eyes nearly fall out of their heads and their grins contradict their faces when ever I have been caught having a conversation with these very large grey and purple stork like creatures. They really are quite beautiful in a strange almost prehistoric kind of way....the birds that is....
When I hear them calling from far off, I can call them and they respond by flyingover the thatch roof tops at my home. You can hear the woosh woo-sh of their great wings as thy fly down close to see who is talking. When they see it is me, :o well….the lookthey get is like the look I see on the African faces who catch me out :D…..then they are gone. ;D I have never been able to ask them what they think but they always keep coming back for more!..... :D..There are not any pigs where I live but I can talk to them too. I once spole to a cow and it got such a fright it turned on one hoof and hight tailed out of the paddock! Ihave never laughted so much in my life.... ;D...I do not know WHAT I SAID!.... ;D..BUT THE COW DID!....
I enjoy your writing Longhorn ;D….Lulu looked a picture in her pretty dress! And I will always be coming back for more of your lovely humerous and uplifting stories......because when I read them... then the sun shines....!
Peace to you bro’
Arcturus :)
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Hi Longhorn,
That was a great story...and funny too!!! ;D ;D ;D
Iris
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Im watching "Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" while drinking mug of Hot Chocolate and eating a slice of Chocolate pie.
Longhorn
The first one or the 2nd one?? I love the original! Otherwise, I am not impressed.
Well, I am impressed w/ how quickly after Anne posts a word that you can come up w/ such tall tales!!
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Well, I am impressed w/ how quickly after Anne posts a word that you can come up w/ such tall tales!!
That is a curious thing isn't it Gena! ;) LOL
~Paula :)
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To All,
Here's the word of the day.
"scintilla \sin-TILL-uh\ noun
: spark, trace
Example sentence:
After the witness's frank and bruising testimony, neither my brother nor I was left with a scintilla of doubt that the defendant was guilty.
Did you know?
"Scintilla" comes directly from Latin, where it carries the meaning of "spark" — that is, a bright flash such as you might see from a burning ember. In English, however, our use of "scintilla" is restricted to the figurative sense of "spark" — a hint or trace of something that barely suggests its presence. The Latin "scintilla" is related to the verb "scintillare," which means "to sparkle" and is responsible for our verb "scintillate" ("to sparkle or gleam," literally or figuratively). In an odd twist, "scintilla" underwent a transposition of the "c" and the "t" (a linguistic phenomenon known as metathesis) to create the Vulgar Latin form "stincilla," which is believed to be an ancestor of our word "stencil.""
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Enjoy this word all day.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Word of the day: "scintilla" - / sin-till-uh/
True story: ;)
Old Longhorn here must be getting that there forgetting disease, the "allzhymies" or something like that that, because how in the world did I fail to mention what happened just this past weekend for the Valentines holiday. Now I aint the kind of person to go spending or (waisting) hard earned money on silly holidays like Christmas, Birthdays, and the Super Bowl, but this year for for first time in ages I figured I'd go all out, no expense spared.
Heres how this years "Lovers" day unfolded. I woke up extra early, like around 9:00 AM and got busy preparing a supprise lunch basket for me and my best gal Lula. After I finished making the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and wrapping em in some tin foil, I threw in a box of those little candy things shaped like hearts with tiny, tiny words spelled on em. Like I said, only the best for Lula. Anyways, I splashed on some Old Spice took a big ol gurggle of that there Scope mouth smelling water and headed out the door.
Before I could get the keys in the ignition of ol Bettsy, in the rear view mirrow I notice a car heading up the dirt road to the ranch. Best I remember I said shucks, or something like that, anyway, as the car gets closer a fear of dread came over me. Sure enough, it was my sister. Dont get me wrong, I love my sister, but the only time she bothers comming to the ranch is if she needs a favor. As she pulls the car up along side Bettsy, I can see she has some of those fake tears running down her cheeks.
As Im about to ask her what the problem is, up pops a head from the back seat of the car. It was her 12 yr old son Jacob. Without wanting to here the long drawn out story I says to my sister, I take it you need me to watch Jacob for a few days. Through her pretend sobbing she say's Longhorn, My boss needs me to go on a cruise to Hawaii with him for 3 weeks, can you please watch Jacob? Well all the other times she tricked me into watching him was for stupid, self serving, thrill seeking, once in a lifetime pleasures reserved only for the wealthy. But this time I could see it was really important, for goodness sakes, I didn't want to be the blame for lossing her job.
As my sister drives away, I tell Jacob to throw his suitcase in the back of the truck, and I explain to him that Im late for a supprise luch date with Lula. To make up time, I drive through my pasture all the way to the back end of the meadow and get on the oil top road that goes to Lulas. About 1/2 mile from my sweeties house we passed by the Farmers Acadamy cemetary when something catches my eye. I slamed on the brakes and I tell Jacob to wait in the truck for a minute.
I remembered that I had forgot to pay my respects to old man Rollins who had passed away after his mule had kicked him in the head the previous Saturday( I always told him he worked that mule to hard, and one day he would get even). Anyways, after paying my respects I climb back in the truck and Jacob ask me Uncle Longhorn, where did you get them beautifull flowers from? I told him they needed watering and being an upstanding citizen of Titus county that I am, (well, you get the picture).
Anayway, like I said, no expense spared for my Lula. A fancy lunch basket and some freshly picked flowers and life is good, the only thing that could spoil this day is if for some strange reason it should happen to rain. Anayways, as we pull up to Lula's house a fear of dread comes over me again as I notice Lula sitting on the porch swing crying her eyes out. I honk 3 or 4 times and Lula finally makes her way to old Bettsy. Through what seemed like real tears but mabey not, she says to me Longhorn, you wont believe this, just this morning I woke up extra early, around 9:00 AM and I was making you a supprise lunch basket with those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you like so much. I even through in a box of Milk Duds.
Anyways, as I was about to leave for your ranch when my brother pulls up in front of the house in his $100,000 Rolls Royce and tells me he needs me to watch his 12 yr old daughter Charlene while he goes on a important 3 week cruise to Hawaii with his boss. Now it looks like our supprise Valentines Love lunch is ruined. I says to Lula "Contrare my dear"...she loves when I speak big french words, I said it looks like you and me are in the same predictament (that means the same boat for you city slicks), anyhow, I explaine my situation to Lula and her tears turn to joy, life is good again, and the only thing that could ruin her day would be if for some strange reason it should happen to rain.
We all go inside and Lula and I exchange our Love Valentines Baskets, and whats even better is the fact that Jacob and Charlene seem to be having a good time too. Now some of you women on this here Bible learning forum might can describe this feeling a might bit better than old Longhorn here. But you know when you kinda feel all love struck, and lovey dovey, and everything seems so perfect, and time together just flies by, well thats what happened to me and Lula on Valentines Day.
While Charlene showed Jacob around Lula's farm, me and my honey take this time to do some hand holding and necking and talking about mabey someday having a little herd of Longhorns (yall no what I mean) anyways, after what seemed like only 10 minutes Lula's persian cat Polly jumps in between us. I take a look at my watch, and dangit if 2 hours hadnt passed. Lula and I run outside and start calling Jacob and Charlene. Just about the time Lula was going to send her bird dog Bandit out to look for Jacob and Charlene, we see them coming up the trail that leads from the creek.
Happy that they are ok, and kinda embarrassed that we got so rapped up that time and space lost all meaning, we sat on the porch swing and tried to act (well, you know how we tried to act), anyways, Lula says to the kids, Charlene, did you show Jacob the farm? She said yes mam. We were about to go inside for some lemonade when Lula pokes me in the ribs and says Longhorn, why are the kids hair wet?. Before I could do what all red blooded males do and that is "Change the subject" , Lula tells the kids to have a set on the porch. Lula knowing that the kids had gone swimming in the creek, hums very softly as she cuts a small branch of the hickory tree next to the house.
Now Lula is one of those cut to the chase people, no bs'ing around with her. She says now Charlene, Im responsible for you, now tell me the truth, did you go swimming in the creek with only your skivvies( thats underdrawers for you city slicks) on? Charlene said yes mam. Lula said, well at least you told the truth, go inside. Then Lula pokes me in the ribs again and says your the man, you deal with Jacob. I clear my throat and said Jacob, do you promise not to go swimming in the creek with a girl wearing only your skivvies again? And Jacob says to me, OK, but all we did was swim and skip rocks, whats wrong with that. And in all my wisdom I say, Son the Bible says it's a Sin for a man and women, or in your case a boy and girl to go swimming together in their skivvies.
After a moment of silence, Jacob looks up at me and says Uncle Longhorn, is it really a Sin to want to swim with girls in your skivvies? I said yes. And Jacob say to me well then Unlce Longhorn.... I guess I will just have to... Sin- till- ah-.................DIE..... and then it rained.
This true story is dedicated to Acturus.
Longhorn
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Longhorn...good story :o ;)
and funny!!! ;D ;D ;D
Iris
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Longhorn,
Once again you do it again. <round of applause heard>
On days, the word of the days are not interesting, I always hate to go through a day wihtout posting them becuase well, I know I am missing out on a true story from Longhorn. You are a blessing brother.
Now to the rest of the forum, truly puns are the HIGHEST form of humor. Much thought must go into them. :)
Sincerely,
Anne C. Mcguire
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To All,
Here's the Word of the Day. I posted even though I knew what it meant, but mainly it is a delicious words that rolls of the tongue in a nice way. This is one of my favorite words.
"apropos \ap-ruh-POH\ adjective
: being both relevant and opportune
Example sentence:
Sean interrupted our conversation about politics and, apropos of nothing, asked who we thought would win the basketball game.
Did you know?
English borrowed "apropos" from the French phrase "à propos," literally "to the purpose." Since it first appeared in 1668, "apropos" has been used as an adverb, adjective, noun, and preposition. Left alone, the word probably wouldn't have gotten much attention, but in 1926 noted language expert H. W. Fowler declared that "apropos" should always be followed by "of." Since then, most commentators have felt compelled to take note of the term. Some take Fowler's recommendation to be virtually a commandment, but others note that "apropos" is sometimes used by itself in professionally edited prose, or, more rarely, followed by "to.""
Can you think of a more interesting way to use this sentence?
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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Sweet ;D
You and your honey really should have a little heard of Longhorns! :D
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I think Anne & Longhorn are in cohoots. (http://bestsmileys.com/wink/2.gif)
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Longhorn,
You are truly the Mark Twain of the forum. ::) ::)
Dwight
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Longhorn, send some of that rain up here to Lubbock! Great story indeed. ;D
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To All,
Finally after about 2 weeks of noninteresting words, not that there are any, I just know a lot of them I suppose. There comes a word that I have never heard of. So I am posting the word of the day today.
"concomitant \kun-KAH-muh-tunt\ adjective
: accompanying especially in a subordinate or incidental way
Example sentence:
Jane is terrified of flying, and she's also not fond of the concomitant annoyances of air travel, like waiting in long security lines.
Did you know?
"Concomitant" was introduced into English at a time when many people were criticizing the use of Latinate forms in favor of more "native" words from Old English. As a descendant of Latin "concomitari" ("to accompany") and ultimately of "comes," the Latin word for companion, "concomitant" may well have been initially derided as an ostentatious inkhorn term. Indeed, two associated words, the verb "concomitate," meaning "to accompany," and another adjective, "concomitaneous," meaning "of a concomitant nature," didn't survive to accompany "concomitant" into the 18th century."
Enjoy.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
Sry for posting this so late. I got to sleep around the clock a few times, and I throughly enjoyed it. I gotta go, so here's the interesting word.
"boondoggle \BOON-dah-gul\ noun
1 : a braided cord worn by Boy Scouts as a neckerchief slide, hatband, or ornament
*2 : a wasteful or impractical project or activity often involving graft
Example sentence:
The editorial claims that the new multimillion-dollar sports complex is a boondoggle and a frivolous waste of tax dollars.
Did you know?
When "boondoggle" popped up in the pages of the New York Times in 1935, lots of people tried to explain where the word came from. One theory traced it to an Ozarkian word for "gadget," while another related it to the Tagalog word that gave us "boondocks." Another hypothesis suggested that "boondoggle" came from the name of leather toys Daniel Boone supposedly made for his dog. But the only theory that is supported by evidence is much simpler. In the 1920s, Robert Link, a scoutmaster for the Boy Scouts of America, apparently coined the word to name the braided leather cords made and worn by scouts. The word came to prominence when such a scout boondoggle was presented to the Prince of Wales at the 1929 World Jamboree, and it's been with us ever since.
*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence."
Enjoy
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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To All,
This is not an unknown word, but it is one of my most favorite words.
"Futile."
Let's play a game where we can come up with all the words that can be made with this word.
Tile
File
let
I
til
That's all I can think of, have a wonderful day.
Enjoy
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire