See, I was going to write a post about current favourites, and then I realized they (like the rest of me) were pretty random. Consequently, a new word was born. Randouvite (note how I also spell that with a U. If you’re American, you might want to drop the U, though, or people will think you are pretentious).
Despite the linguistic twist at the beginning of this post, however, I intended to present said randouvites without too much hurdy-gurdy. (Ha! Hurdy-gurdy is a word! I love it! Of course it doesn’t mean at all what I hoped it would mean, and thus the above sentence makes NO sense, but I don’t care. Hurdy-gurdy!)
I love my fingernails. I realize that sounds a bit icky, and it would have been, but what I love about them is the nail polish on top of them (if you’re a guy and/or still think this is icky, just skip till the next point, won’t you?). Looksie!
(I'm keeping my fingers permanently crossed for several reasons, so I'm the go-to person if you need some extra luck. In case you were wondering)
I love giraffes. I know, I know – where’s the surprise in that, right? Well, I love them extra much today, for several reasons. First of all, my friend Powdered Toast Man at 'Just the Cheese' wrote a blog post about them the other day in celebration of his birthday (what a GREAT birthday present to himself, ne?), and he mentioned ME! Yay!
I love alphabet crackers and tea. They (the crackers, not the tea) were out of production for a few years here, but now they are back. How brilliant is a snack that can both be eaten and used for Scrabble?
(And the word was very randomly spelled, I swear. As was the one below. Any idea what a Peligooz is?)
I love salad art. I wish I was one of those people who could make sculptures out of fruits and vegetables (I saw a picture of a watermelon rosette the other day – it was amazing), but I’m not cut out for that (oh, how clever...). I do have a pretty cool calendar, though, and my friend who was over for dinner the other night made this lovely cucumber man:
Finally, I love blogging, blog comments, blog followers, the blogosphere, the whole shebang (I also love that shebang is a word, but I don’t feel the need to abuse this one by using it in a completely nonsensical sentence, like “Shebang carrot pickle normal allusion forward.” Oops, I just did...)
Anyway, blogging – you guys – you ROCK! Lately I have had such wonderful things happen to me as emails from across the globe from people telling me about their job offers (and an awesome job, but it is not for me to share, I think...); I’ve had friends take on imaginary personas for a laugh; I’ve had people telling me of weird company names that sound Norwegian; I’ve had people pop by just to tell me they share my (weird) sense of humour. It’s such a wonderful place, the blogosphere, that I feel like cramming you all into one, big squishy group hug! Group hug!!!
Those were a few of my randouvite things. (I had to google that song to write the following side comment: ) Maria To-Be Trapp clearly had a glitch in her vocabulary! (In my head it was Mary Poppins who sung it. Extra points to those who know the common denominator... Actually, no extra points. It’s too easy!)
*I just learned of a new randouvite through the making of this post. According to thefreedictionary.com, the word spif (not spiff – we all know and love that one) is:
(Non-sporting Hobbies / Philately) a postage stamp perforated with the initials of a firm to avoid theft by employees Former name perfin.
[from s(tamp) p(erforated with) i(nitials of) f(irm)]
(Yay Canada! Or, Canada, eh!)