Author: lekiare

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I started doing a search for cell phone mounts tonight.  I want to be able to attach my phone to the steering so I can record all the crappy drivers I have to deal with on my way to work.  I must have almost been hit by a car three times yesterday.  The last time really freaked me out.  This high schooler decided to reverse his way onto the street instead of turning around like you’re supposed to.  And of course, he failed to see me at the crosswalk.  I saw him with less than a foot of distance between me and his banged up car.  My initial reaction was to scream to which he sheepishly replied with an ‘I’m sorry.’  Not good enough.

Later that evening, after 1 and half drinks, I was done giving a damn.

word-nerds

Reshared post from +Amanda Rachelle Warren

WORD NERDS!

I love all of these words! 

+Bobbi Jo Woods sent this special gift my way, and I learned 7 new words in the process. 

One of the words, ironically Laginappe  the word the list claims means "special gift" is not being used very precisely. I love this word. It is Acadienne (Cajun) and it is a "freebie" or "guest gift." 

Ineffable is one of my favorite words of all times. Ineffability is the bane of poets and the reason for our existence. 

100 Beautiful Words From The English Language That You Need To Use More
English is often cited as For those learning, trying to master the intricacies of the English Language can often pose more than few hurdles. For starters there are many words that are pronounced the same but have different meanings

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busted-expectations

I have this horrible knack of picturing how easy it will be to do a particular project.  My visual prowess is amazing.  Physically? Not so much.

I’ve been salivating at the chance to do Tunisian crochet.  Read the patterns. Watched the videos. Mentally prepared myself for the challenge because it looked so cool.  Then the hooks arrived on Friday, and suddenly my current project looked so boring compared to what I was planning.  So much so that I wrote up this morning determined to start my new project.

It was a bust.  A sad face bust mixed with frustration an a needed reality check.  There’s a reason why I don’t knit.  I may have to add Tunisian crochet to the list.  My fingers just don’t comply, and what little I could do has left them achy.