Gimme an S!

April 26, 2006 in Uncategorized

So the fantabulous, wonderful, beautiful (heh, when I met her, I was like, “OMG, you’re beautiful!” Because, of course, I was expecting her to be a total hag. OK, not really.) Malia was playing games earlier today, and y’all know how much I love games.

Oh, so y’all wanted to know about the game? Instead of me pontificating on everything? Alright. It’s like this. So comment on this entry, and I shall give you a letter. In turn, you go to your own blog, and write 10 words beginning with that letter, and what that word means to you, and why!

Of course, I was hoping for F, but I got S which works just as well.

Sonia: That’s right, bitch, you get to be first on my S list, mainly because I think of you every time I hear the letter S, since your whole dang family has that letter to start their names off with. I’m so glad we’re friends, I’d hate to be your enemy!

Super: I’ve been saying this a lot lately. Words come and go in the Ivy Lexicon, and “super” is the new, up-and-coming word in the Lexicon. How am I doing today? I’m SUPER! Thanks for asking!

Sex: Lately? Not so much.

Swinehund: This word was once frequently used in the Ivy Lexicon, but not as much anymore. Maybe I should drag it back out. Opinions?

Self-promotion: I need to get better at this. Funny, Bill Hobbs might be one of the most hated people in the Nashville Blogosphere, but dang near everyone knows his name. It’s damn near Hobbsian.

Silence: I love this word. Not only because silence is something that’s hard to come by at my place, but also I love how it sounds, especially in sentences. Blissful silence rolled through the house, as the kids settled down to go to sleep and Ivy sat down to blog about her day. Yep, perfect.

Silly: Yep, that’s me.

Seven: That’s how many words I’d done, until I got to this one. Now I’m on eight. When I was seven years old, I was living in Central Indiana, and I had a life that was practically Rockwellian, especially compared to most of my friends’ childhoods. When I was seventeen, I got pregnant with Aaron. When I was twenty-seven, I got pregnant with Nate. When I’m seventy, I’m going to spend my kids’ inheritance on booze and cheap women men.

Splinter: only the coolest rat ever.

Shit: (you all KNEW it was coming!) I love to curse. I really, really do. Shit is not my very favorite curse word, but it’s up there. #3, I think, behind bitch and fuck. Speaking of that, I went to the blog of one of my new co-workers for the new writing job, and I was totally overjoyed to find that in the title of the very newest blog post was the word “fuck”. At least I know I’m working with cool people.

OK, so leave a comment already so you can get your letter!