TC loved...

Drinking chocolate milk from a wine glass.
Southern Rock.
Her furry four-legged friends.
Kacee, Ashley and Dakoda James.
All-You-Can-Eat crab legs.
Kids. Even the difficult ones…
Long country drives… always with a dog’s ears flappin in the wind.
Cooking her lasagna and New York Cheesecake for family and friends.
Hanging out with Mom.
Christmas.
Sending Toby “goody packages” in the mail.
Going to Jordie and Nick’s games.
Sharing her KC PetConnect passion with Dad.
Sappy chick-flicks.
And Me.


We miss you Teece… but we never forget you.

Gobshite

An even more outstanding word than Gobsmacked; my sister Toby enlightened me to this little beauty after reading my last post.



• Main Entry: gob-shite
• Pronunciation: gob-shahyt
• Function: noun
• Etymology: Chiefly Irish Slang


   1. A loud-mouthed person who talks a lot, but of nothing with any value - as in shite coming out of their gob.


Hmmmmmm.
I’m gonna go now.

Gobsmacked!

There are certain words I occasionally come across that demand I add to my vocabular repertoire. The challenge quickly becomes to work them into conversation that day. As soon as possible in fact, one might even consider me obsessed.


Sometimes it’s not just a word, but more of an expression; “wicked” comes to mind. My friend Karen Haaaa-pa, (Harper to most of us), from New England always tickled me with that expression. Coming from her mouth, one that can rival even mine… it never got old. When Karen said something was wicked funny or wicked scary, the intensity of her story intensified! Lots of people say things are awesome; for me that word has long ago lost its awesomeness. Wicked still gets my attention.


Case in point… I recently blogged about the word “verbose”. I don’t use it much, but I love knowing it’s in my arsenal. Sometimes my heart skips a beat when I think I actually made a word up. “Vocabular” is an adjective which means “of or relating to words or phraseology”. Who knew? I do now as my skipping heart sinks! Dang it…


Today’s new addition is “Gobsmacked”. Twice I tell you I read it. It’s said to be of Irish origin (gob means mouth), and is used to describe the feeling when your gob drops open in response to an astonishing event rendering you speechless. “Chin hit the floor” is the term I “used” to use.


It is obvious by those who know me best, that I am quite uncomfortable with awkward silence. More often than not, I fill the void nervously with my own senseless chatter. Well no more folks, from here on out, I am going to thoroughly enjoy my Gobsmacked moments.


Yep…
Listen, cringe perhaps, and then enjoy!