Word of the day

The word of the day is:
foursquare • \FOR-SKWAIR\ • adjective
1 : square
*2 : marked by boldness and conviction : forthright
Stuart O'Grady shows his metal with quick recovery from injury and his foursquare style of attack.

Poor UGA VI

In all seriousness, condolences go out to the Dawg Nation today regarding the loss of UGA VI. I am sure that they have UGA VII waiting in the wings to become the next "only mascot to grace the cover of Sports Illustrated". Now, I am a Florida Gator fan, so anyone can understand the grace and sincerity I had to conjure to write this (Matt, I'm talking to you, buddy). Had he been eaten by an alligator I might consider his passing as an omen for this season, but fortunately he was spared from the jaws of the mighty reptile... until the last weekend in October, that is. GO GATORS!!!!!!

Word for the day

And, oh yeah! Here is a word for the day:
fatuous

Pronunciation:

\ˈfa-chü-əs, -tyü-\

Function: adjective

Etymology: Latin fatuus foolish

Date: 1633

: complacently or inanely foolish : silly fatuous remark

Used in a sentence: Tom Boonen proved himself a fatuous young man after

testing positive for cocaine use, which led to his exclusion from the Tour de France.

Doc Brown, Schmrock Schmrown

Is time travel possible? Have you ever thought, "I would like to kick____ in the flux capacitors, and then go back in time and not do it"? Here I offer my thoughts... Time travel a possibility?? How can a Temporal Sojourn be likely when time seems to be a construct of human thought in the first place? Do my thoughts have basis in reality or is this blog simply an excuse to reference Back to the Future? You be the judge...

Ichthyosapiens

Our oldest child can swim. I don't mean float and bob and survive, but swim. Once she decides she can do something, she goes for it and does it right. Her sister is doing her best and will soon be able to swim without floaties as well but until then, she is happiest not listening and doing as she pleases (can't wait for puberty). Anyway, we are proud of our girls and their accomplishments.

Words, words, I love words

I'll begin this post by revealing my favorite word: lull. I have no specific reason save that this word consists of four letters, three of which are L. I would like to put forth a new word for vocabulary, picked at random, as much as possible. For this post, the word is grandiloquent.
Grandiloquent: Pronunciation\gran-ˈdi-lə-kwən(t)s\ Function:noun
Etymology: probably from Middle French, from Latin grandiloquus using lofty language, from grandis + loqui to speak
Date: 1589

: a lofty, extravagantly colorful, pompous, or bombastic style, manner, or quality especially in language

Mysterious Affliction

This morning I awoke stiff and achy as if I had been beaten. Was I in a sleepwalking street fight? Am I a nuftegenarian (I have no clue if that is a real word but it sure sounds like a Mighty Wind way to say ninety year old)? Did I have one of those vivid dreams about falling out of the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down? No... none of these explanations proved true. Our bed is not wrought of iron and we don't fistfight if things aren't right (is that a George Jones song?). So what is the source of my pain? Oh, yeah, I'm waking up with a 3 year old steamroller next to me. I love my girls. I love them beyond description. I love the way they climb into bed in the middle of the night whining, "Daaaaaady" or "Mooooommy". I'm not so thrilled with being pummeled by someone whose sleeping ambition is to smother me. One day our bed will be devoid of children. That day will signal that they are growing up or that we're not wimps. Until then, Jenny and I will enjoy snuggling with each other when we can(-;