Just Jazzy 193

hoppestere – a woman who dances, dancing girl.  Old English in origin.  Also an ingenious combination of the word ‘hop’ with the last name of famous dancer Fred Astaire.  If you think at least half of this definition is made up, you are absolutely right.

You never know when the urge to be a crazy hoppestere might hit you.  Keep those dancing shoes handy.

You never know when the urge to be a crazy hoppestere might hit you. Keep those dancing shoes handy.

Jazzy Words

So How Is 2014 Going For You So Far?

therapy room with joanna cross

photo from Facebook page therapy room with Joanna Cross

This year (well, last year, actually) I downloaded this e-book to Kindle on my I-Pad.

365 Days of Writing Prompts

by The Editors, WordPress.com.

365 writing prompts

Then I promptly forgot about it, until today when I began wondering if I should try once again to do a post a day for a whole year.  I fell short by about twenty posts last year but  I like to set lofty goals for myself and then break the rules.  They’re self-imposed, so no one cares, least of all me.  And if I don’t like the prompt I can just use it as a springboard to talk about something completely unrelated, which is often how my brain works.

I also have a word-a-day calendar to improve my vocabulary, but already, skipping ahead and tempting bad luck,  I’m noticing the words are ones I’ve heard and used before, and that has made me all pouty.  Then I read somewhere that awesome things will happen if I choose not to be a miserable cow.

So here goes.

The first prompt is named “Stroke of Midnight”. 

Where were you last night when 2013 turned into 2014?  Is it where you’d wanted to be?

I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep, and yes, it’s exactly how I expected to (not) see in the new year.  If you really need to know, I missed midnight by a good three hours. That’s either very pathetic, or extremely smart on my part.  No hangovers in this house. Is there a bah-humbug phrase for thumbing ones nose at the celebration of another year biting the dust?

But even without a mad drinking party the night before, there are days (and a lot of them happen to come along in January) when I suffer from a severe case of clinomania (an excessive desire to stay in bed.)

There’s our first new word that did not come from my calendar, but from somewhere completely different,  snuck in to the middle of nowhere, and here’s the next one.

 – orenda (n.) a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives.

I don’t know, I think the New Year Gods are trying to tell me something.  So, look at that!  Post number one done, three hundred and sixty-four to go.  We are on a roll and slowly working our way up to world-changing mode. Hang on to your pointy party hats.

Logomania Hypothesized and Elucidated

James Joyce

James Joyce (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Logomania is defined as an obsessive interest in words or, alternatively, excessive and often incoherent talking.

I’ve been away on a holiday and missed last week’s Prompt for the Promptless,.  This one is very late but I could not pass it up because it immediately reminded me of “Finnegans Wake” by James Joyce.  Logomania in book form!  By the ultimate logomaniac!

Here’s just one lovely little example.

“And there she was right enough, that lovely sight enough, the girleen bawn asthore, as for days galore, of planxty Gregory.”

An average of four words per sentence that you have to look up sounds about right.  And even then you could be completely in the dark as to what it all might possibly mean.  Maybe it doesn’t mean a thing, and it’s just soothing to listen to a crazy Irishman with amazing furor loquendi spewing beautiful blarney,

Bogus Wonder Woman Wonders

Who Is Wonder Woman?

Wonder Woman? (Photo credit: Wikipedia) (This isn’t actually me, although I’m quite similar.)

Daily Prompt: Write an entire post without using any three-letter words.

That should read – write an entire post using absolutely no three-letter words. There, that’s better.  So…here goes nothing.

Things Bogus Wonder Woman (my latest alias) is wondering about today which will be more or less forgotten by tomorrow:

1.  That fellow hitch hiking  across Canada wearing Stanfield’s underwear.  In November no less.  Is he crazy?  Raising testicular cancer awareness in this manner sounds seriously chilly.  I wonder where he is today.

2.  I wonder where half of November went when I wasn’t paying attention.

3.  This afterclap  word supposedly means an unexpected subsequent event, like a further clap of thunder.  However, I think it could also refer to a point in time following venereal disease recovery.  Wondering if this definition shouldn’t be added to dictionaries everywhere.  Insufficiently motivated to further pursue.

4.  Nursery rhymes have become seriously outdated, which means children find them hard to understand.  I wonder if this rewrite of Little Miss Muffet would ever catch on.

Little Miss Blogfair sitting on desk chair

Munching on chocolate eclairs,

Following comments, editing content,

Sobbing when nobody cares.

No?  Well alrighty then, moving right along….

5. I wonder what’s being served this evening at dinner time?  Should I perhaps be looking into this question more deeply?  Instead of wasting time avoiding three-letter words?  Word avoidance of a particular length turned into a harder feat than originally anticipated.  Although avoiding every letter E would be much worse.

Life Is Too Short To Be Anything But Happy


I copied this from someone on facebook.  I think I used it as a status update once.  Still think it’s worth repeating.  Pretty much like everything else I’ve said more than once but at least this one I actually remember having shared before.

We had our week late Easter dinner with eleven out of a possible 15 people present and accounted for.  Today was a very successful day for surrounding myself with people who make me laugh.  I think my brother is an inspiration to us all having been the latest one to fall down and get back up.

He also makes a wickedly good red wine!  Although he confesses it doesn’t always turn out the way he expects it to.  He was able to take a couple of empty bottles home tonight and I certainly didn’t see anyone dumping it down the sink.

Ever noticed how, when you’re having a REALLY good time, nobody remembers to take pictures?  I’m playing Words with my oldest grandson so it’s not like I didn’t have my phone with me (except when I had to recharge it and eat and pour more wine.)  I’d like to say I also helped with the clean up and the dishes but I won’t because I didn’t.  The kitchen was way too crowded.  And then people were going home and it was too late for photos AGAIN.  I would make a pathetic historian.

Now it’s late and I’m tired and I think sleeping in is the next thing on the agenda.  Only two days left before I head back home.  Time flies.