You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
~Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride

Time for another round of "I Love My Dictionary." A short time ago, I met this girl. Her favorite word was irreverent. She would make an off topic remark and then she would loudly proclaim, "but that's irreverent." Everything with this chick was irreverent.....but it wasn't really. I think she meant irrelevant. No big deal. It just bothered me for some reason. I use wrong words all the time so I don't know why it got under my skin so much. Maybe because she used the word incorrectly so often, that I started to believe she was right. To ease my mind, I looked it up.

Irreverence: 1. lack of reverence; disrespect 2. An act or statement showing this 3. the condition of not being treated with reverence irreverent adj. irreverently

Reverence: 1. a feeling or attitude of deep respect, love, and awe, as for something sacred; veneration 2. a manifestation of this; specif., a bow, curtsy, or similar gesture of respect; obeisance 3. the state of being revered 4. a title used in speaking to or of a member of the clergy: preceded by Your or by His or Her

Reverent: feeling, showing, or characterized by reverence

posted by Beth 10:05 PM . . .

I tried the roll like a ball thingy. I figured I'd give it a try since no one was home to witness it, and I figured if I impaled myself on anything, I'd simply unstick myself and quietly bleed to death in the corner. Luckily I did not get impaled, and thanks to my yoga I have pretty good balance. I didn't even roll of the mat. Yay me!

There's nothing like exercise to remind you of how disgustingly out of shape you are. Yes Mari, I feel my powerhouse working. Dear Christ how I feel the bitch working. And yes Mari, I do feel taller, stronger, and more sculpted now.

posted by Beth 2:05 PM . . .

Stupid snow


I should be at work, but no. I'm home. Doing nothing. Again. I would rather be at work. Damn this work ethic of mine. That being said, I'd like to take this moment to explain that yes, I could be at work right now. I got up this morning with every intention of doing so. Got dressed, put on my makeup and everything. I called in to make sure the office was open. It was. But I was informed that they will all be leaving early. There are two letters for me to type and a few things to mark into inventory, but that's it. I would only be there for about 30 minutes. It would take longer to defrost my car and actually get to the office than it would take to do the actual work. Pointless. ARRGGGGHHH! I hate being home when I should be at work, but they don't need me today. I was told it could wait til tomorrow....so here I am, waiting for tomorrow.

I'm really sick of the damned snow. And ice. It can stop at any moment, and I'll be happy. I remember when I was little, and I lived for a snow day. Snow is great when you are a kid and have nothing better to do. Sledding, snowball fights, no school equaled one hell of a great day. Now, snow equals a really messy commute, cold, wet clothes, and a possible broken tailbone. And worse of all, it's messing with my sex schedule. I'm starting to get really cranky here.

On the plus side, I did a great deal of crocheting yesterday and plan to continue today. I also did my pilates. Oh man, ouch. I think I hurt myself a little with the pilates too. I will continue though. I'm sticking with it. I'm FAT FAT FATTITY FAT FAT. They only thing I don't do is the roll like a ball thingy. It's too dangerous. If I roll like a ball in my living room, I will impale myself on something.

I took the inner child quiz that I found on Holly's blog. Here are my results:

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Does this strike anyone else as peculiar? My inner child is 16! That's just wrong. Your inner child should at least be a child, not an adolescent. Well, I guess it's fitting. My inner child probably wears black lipstick and a corset.

posted by Beth 9:36 AM . . .