I heard a radio program on Saturday that really made me stop and think about how some words come about…like the following:
How did a head be come a noggin…
A breast become a boob…
An abdomen become a belly…
A stomach become a gut…
A hand become a paw…
Buttocks become a bum…
Navel become a belly button…
A mouth become a yap…
An elbow become a funny bone…
The little finger become a pinky…
A nose become a schnoz…
I’ll call the end of this a wrap and could probably think of many more examples but I’m sure you get the gist…got some words you’d like to talk about?
While visiting a happily married young couple, I was struck by a comment the husband made about his wife…”She was my last first date.”
A well known Canadian journalist commented on TV that the result of a recent Provincial leadership race was a “disaster wrapped in a calamity”.
There’s a crack in everything…that’s how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen
Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds. ©Wisdom Quotes and Stories
Don’t play the victim to circumstances you created. Pinterest
Never compromise the truth lest you find yourself living a lie. pab
Here is something that caught my attention on Facebook yesterday. Sometimes we search for things to post and other times things just appear. This really gave me something to think about.
“A wise old owl sat in an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke; the less he spoke the more he heard; why can’t we all be like this wise old bird?” Anonymous.
At this moment and in times to come our world needs a wealth of wisdom.
Owl I ask is that you give a hoot!
Gobsmacked means (among other things) utterly astonished or astounded. It is apparently British slang and I heard it for the first time about a year ago and was astounded that I had never heard it before that; after all I have lived a long life and it doesn’t take too much to astonish me any more.
Having said that, I was gobsmacked by the harsh criticism that our Prime Minister took, mostly from our government’s opposition, for saying something positive about Fidel Castro after his death last Friday.
Sure, he, Castro, didn’t live up to the standards of most parts of our world but as always, there are two sides to every coin, argument, and people.
We are striving for a world of peace, but we are not going to achieve that when the battering rams of criticism are directed at the peace lovers of the world for choosing to articulate the good points of people that others love to hate. That does not lead to peace.
The Prime Minister took to defending his remarks, which, in my opinion, he should never have had to do. Why should you have to defend being a decent and upright human being?
Even though I like the word, I didn’t like being gobsmacked in that way.
Fidel Castro once said, “I don’t know what day I will die but I am not worried about it. I enjoy celestial tranquility.”
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:18 NIV
Words have a way of wandering around my mind and looking for a place to plant themselves. That is when I grab paper, pen, pencil or keyboard and let them have their way.
I love words. They can decorate a plain piece of paper with wisdom, advice, humor, sorrow, poetry, profanity, romance, love…and tragedy. I heard these words of advice on CBC Radio One yesterday, from a call-in listener. The topic was the Syrian refugees and the photo of the little three-year-old boy who washed up on a shore in Turkey, from a capsized boat which would hopefully lead to a new life here in Canada.
The radio host lamented the fact that we don’t always pay close attention to world events until something like the plight of this innocent child brings us to attention…that we fail to take action when and where it is needed. The caller then made this comment: “Don’t look back at what you didn’t do in the past…look forward to what you can do now.” Words. Words to think by, words to feel by, words to act by, words to live by.
Words come in many languages, are spoken by many tongues, are heard by many ears, are written by many authors, poets, laymen, and preachers.
It is also written…In the beginning was the Word…
Word for word, those are words to live by.
This tidbit came my way this morning…not only did I learn a new word, but its meaning.
Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous. (Winston Churchill loved them). Here are a few examples:
Where’s there’s a will, I want to be in it.
If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.
War does not determine who is right – only who is left.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit…wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not so sure.
Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
In filling out an application, where it says, ‘In case of emergency, Notify:’ I put DOCTOR.
And my own paraprosdokian is this…living is for learning; I want to learn how to live.