My holiday gift to you: another installment in my malapropism series (to see the others, click here.) Malaprop count (corrected): 32.
Today it’s poring rain, but soon, in lieu of the Christmas season, snow will come and, low and behold, it will be time to dawn your best apparel and come baring gifts! Then we will all be espiring to celebrate the soul purpose of the holiday: the peace which defines description. Christmas is truly the holiday that is a par above the rest.
Although it’s tricky to thread that line between spirituality and materialism, you can fandangle ways to remember the true meaning of Christmas, and why you are at it, still enjoy all the great traditions that come back with a vintage every year. The joy and glea of Christmas are always growing by leaps and pounds. There are always the engagments — Love is a many splended thing! And there’s the holiday intertaining, with the ubber-fun parties. I’m usually very health conscience, but at the holidays it is no holds bar — I can be sueded into excepting a treat or two. Even if it does reek havoc with my diet, I can always get back on the eleptical in the New Year and get back to a healthy regime. Also, at Christmas I like to get a new outfit – this year I have an adorable camosile which will perfectly compliment my new sweater.
So, voile! I’d just assume give as receive, but, as I eluded to above, all of these great traditions can help bring the true spirit of Christmas. Here Here!
Thank you for this! I know I have a hard time not getting caught up in all the holiday crap.
Oh, and thanks for your comment yesterday. I was talking with a friend who has PCOS, and I don’t have any of the other symptoms. But, it sounds like the hair thing is common as we get older, so I think it may just be that. But, I do have my yearly exam coming up, so I may ask to just get some blood work done anyway. Thanks, Zina!
Yeah, I do think the hair thing happens to lots of folks who don’t have PCOS, but it’s still worth looking into when you get your checkup — ask your doc to check your thyroid levels and estrogen levels, etc.
This. Is. Awesome. You get a gold star (for your Christmas tree).
Leaps and pounds make me lol.
Ubber-fun, too. And eluded to.
Those are my favorites.
PS (this has nothing to do with you post) I just woke up from a dream that I was watching old home movies of crazy people living in bomb shelters, convinced (falsely?) of impending doom (definitely a combination of the fact that we’ve been converting old VHS to DVD, and the fact that I’m reading the Host).
These are great.
I have a hard time coming up with 34. Did you mean appairel perhaps? And you were probably counting
http://www.answers.com/regime
and I guess “Here, here” counts double. Those three would bring you to 34.
Yeah, I was counting regime. Even if it’s a fourth definition, I think the person I borrowed it from really meant to say regimen. But I was only counting Here Here once. I almost always get my counts wrong so I’ll go back and check when I have a minute (but it’s Mabel’s turn on the computer right now.)
“I can be sueded into excepting a treat or two.” aha ha ha ha ha hahhahaha
I swear you’re taking these from something I’ve written, right? ha
I have to say, I love all the variations of “Voila!” that I see out there. My favorite is probably ‘viola’ or maybe ‘wahlah.’ Without here, here I counted 32 – must go back and reread.
So, I was getting my count from my list of words I used, but it turns out I had two duplications on the list. Now I’ve fixed that and I’m getting 32 on my list AND when I count in the actual post — except, sometimes I count 33. All I can say is it’s a good thing I didn’t go into accounting.
Okay, I’ve gotten a count of 32 much more often than a count of 33, so I’m going to stick with that (unless someone persuades me otherwise.)
And yes, Mrs. O, I still have more versions of voila on my list.
When Mabel was a little younger she would say wahla and I would correct her, but she said her friend T___ taught it to her as wahla, and T___ apparently was a higher authority than I was.
She SOOOOOOOOOOO is.
-Mabel
After reading all that, I think I could be suaded into just about anything–even reeking havoc (whatever that is), or wearing a camosile (just trying to get a mental image on that one–skimpy Army fatigues??).
Malaprops aside, we should really get together sometime. . . (Gosh, as I’m writing this I’m all paranoid that I’m making mistakes that will end up in your next installment. If I do, feel free to use them, and you won’t even have to give me credit
Yeah, don’t be paranoid, I take malaprops wherever I can find them and never remember who I got them from, (with a few notable exceptions,) and I make plenty myself. In fact this whole thing has messed with my mind to where I have to think hard about whether it is “greatful” or “grateful.”
And yes, we should get together (where did November go?) We had enough dinner for extras tonight and thought about inviting you over but a) it was pork chops cooked in sauerkraut so not necessarily a kid-friendly dish (although about half my kids like it,) and b) we’d had to keep Henry home from Nursery today since he has a crusty nose and a cough, so we didn’t want to get you sick. So let me get back with you when he is better. If not sooner, I think the Christmas break would work. Will you be in town? So far we are planning to stay put.
Wow-that was actually painful to read! How did you manage to do it? But one thing…the joy growing by pounds-not so inaccurate in my case:)
Barbara, I can’t reveal the exact method — it’s a proprietary process. And, yes, very challenging.
I hear you about the pounds — now, what about the leaps?
Ooooh, you got me at regime/regimen, one from the top of my pet peeve list!
Growing by pounds is one of my favorite things about this season. Thanks again. Your malaprops are my favruht.
“fandangle?”
I have.. no comment.
It’s such an appropriate and beautiful word that it kind of leaves you speechless, doesn’t it?