I'm Twitterpated!

I have some really exciting news to share. At least, it's exciting to me. It's the biggest thing that's ever happened to my blog. I discovered that I was tweeted(twittered? twitted?). I'm a Twit! I know. I'm all aflutter. Aren't you?

It seems that somehow my Adventures in French Cooking post appeared on the monitors of some foodies on Twitter who passed around the link. I don't exactly know what it means but I am elated. I feel like I won a prize of some kind.

I have loved every moment of cooking in the French way and blogging about it. I am fortunate enough to have the time, energy and support of a wonderful set of guinea pigs people(Hi family!). And it seems that you like it too. The feedback I'm getting is encouraging. Your comments are saying "Good for you" and "Keep it up". And I plan to. I won't be making everything in Mastering the Art of French Cooking (calf brains anyone?) but I will be making and trying new foods. Tonight this sea food hater will make and taste(I'll try anyway) filet of sole. I'll also eat a leek for the first time in my life. I cannot wait to share with you my experiences.

BTW, if you are on Twitter I've just joined. Look me up. I'm EducatinPetunia(be sure to drop the G).

And don't forget to stop in at Book Chatter to add your own confession. (OK, so mine is more like self congratulation but it's blog related so I'm legal.)

There is No Word for a Dictionary Dependent

Warning! The words you are about to read are a true representation of my ineptitude from the last 2 weeks. Those with weak stomachs should avert their eyes now.

Oh Dictionary.com, how I love thee. Your uses are infinite. Your benefits are abundant. Your ability to transform me from a blathering idiot to a brilliant intellectual is unfathomable. Oh, how I long for you. Oh, how I cherish each moment I spend with you. Oh, how I should considered setting you as my home page. I love you more today than yesterday but not as much as tomorrow. (When did Diana Ross invade my blog?)

Without you, Dictionary.com, I would not know that apropos ends with an s, that caddywampus is actually a word, that synonym has 2 ys, that knowledgeable retains it's e, that proclamation drops the i from its base word 'proclaim', & that it's not spelled libratory, liboratory or labritory but laboratory.

I would not know how to accurately spell: dependent, dominatrix(wouldn't you like to know) :p, proclivity, rendering, sanction, & trepidation

I would not know the exact meaning of metaphysics.

I would not be able to share with my son the proper pronunciation of pangea.

I would not know the many synonyms for cheeky (a few being audacious, brazen, foolhardy, ninny, sycophant & twerp).

I would not have come across some most excellent words such as meretricious, schlemiel &
schlimazel. (I have a sudden proclivity to sew a large L on my shirt.)

And I would not have been able to make sure that a vulva really is what I think it is. *blush*

Without you, oh beautious beauteous Dictionary.com, I would just be some opinionated knucklehead with a public platform from which to display my ignorantness(wait! Is that a word?...yes it is) because I am too lazy to get off my butt and open the real dictionary. (of course I didn't mean you are not a real dictionary. You are every bit as much a dictionary as that old paper one over there. That one is so fat and unwhealdy unwieldy. And no, that browser window doesn't make your butt look big.)

And thank you Ti for giving me a second chance to prove to the public that I am in fact a blathering idiot.

(Words that Blogger's spell check doesn't recognise: caddywampus, pangea, schlimazel, ignorantness, & Blogger's(!).)

Confession is Good for the Soul

At least that's what I'm told. The creative juices have been flowing at Book Chatter and other stuff. Ti has come up with a unique and fun new weekly meme called Confessions of a Reader. Essentially you confess to anything you like relating to reading or blogging, whenever you like, and add your link to the Mr. Linky at Ti's place on Saturdays. So let's get started.

My first confession: I'm insecure. Okay, so most people are but specifically about my big mouth. While I think this meme will be fun I have some trepidation about sharing the kinds of things that will make you not like me anymore. There are two quotes that haunt me as I have proved them so many times it isn't even funny.

"For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison." ~ The Bible, James 3:7 & 8

"Better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt." ~author unresolved

I have a tendency to speak faster than I can think. I have a tendency to share the wrong things in the wrong places or with the wrong people. I have lost all hope of being able to tame my beastly tongue. So I ask you to not be offended by the views I share. I value honesty and welcome thoughtful debate.

And with that bit of vulnerability I will leave you with a song aptly titled My Stupid Mouth.