Remember...
I remember this word from yesterday ;)
I'll give it a little more time to change over :)
remember
I remember. I always remember. Good... bad... but I don't often look at the good too much because then I think about the bad too. How someone died... what someone did... I think about endings, eventually. And I don't want to think about those. So while I know the good memories are there, I don't "look" at them too much, because it makes me sad in the end.
Despair.
Despair.com Once again, advertising completely shoves all other creativity out of my brain. But they do have a few posters there that I LOVE. The falling star one is one of my favorites. I should buy that. I like their valentines candy too but haven’t had the nerve to send one to anybody.
mint
When I was younger we'd visit relatives in California, and one of our stops was the U.S. Mint in San Francisco. My grandfather was into coin collecting, so that's probably how that became one of our regular stops. The chocolate factory was another place. So was the biggest hill and the windiest road. Big thrills for my dad but I didn't understand what the appeal was with these. I mean I was in a car, not wagon. There was also a Chinese (Japanese?) garden with a kid's train in it. (and a bridge over some water with koi) No hills, no winding road, just a small train track that went in a slow flat circle. Now THAT was fun! :)
Canteen!
My camp had a canteen! I LOVED canteen!!! That was its word for the snack bar that was only open for about an hour a day. What a BIG DEAL that was. Highlight of my day going to buy things from there and wondering what I could get. Grape soda was a given for me. Maybe a chocolate bar if I had extra money. I always wondered if I'd be able to get one of the camp t-shirts. They looked so cool to me. And new! New stuff! Like a present! Except we all had teams we were divided into and I liked the other team's shirts better, which always posed a bit of a dilemma for me.
Grape soda... :)
Oh! And a grape charms lollipop!!! I would get those too! - They were WAY bigger then than now!
Oh and Chunkys! I'd get a Chunky too if I had enough money.
I loved canteen!
torch
Thinking literally again.
Neat image though... dark cave... torches on the wall, or a torch being carried by someone leading others (maybe one other?) through a cave.... walls made of earth... dirt...
Someone watched too much Tom Sawyer as a kid ;)
Booth.
John Wilkes :)
I was at the Ford’s Theatre once, but it took me a while to realize it. I was having a slow moment ;)
I was there for an interview and I knew it was called “Ford’s” theatre but I didn’t realize it was THE Ford’s Theatre! I had no idea I was even in the same state where Lincoln got shot. My mind was elsewhere.
As I looked out into the theatre I thought to myself “Wow… this looks exactly like that theatre where Lincoln got shot. This is SO WEIRD… It looks SO much like it. It’s EXACTLY like it!”
I couldn’t get this thought out of my head. How EXACTLY it looked like all those pictures I’d seen throughout my childhood. Then it finally dawned on me… Washington DC… FORD’S THEATRE… and then (because did I mention I was having a slow moment?) I thought to myself “- I guess that’s what all that civil war stuff was about down in the lobby….”
thief
Oh the stories I could tell about this. I’ve had my car robbed – that was traumatic. The car wasn’t stolen. The contents were.
I’ve had my suitcase stolen – aggravating experience all around.
And yet, despite all of this, the first image that came into my head when I saw this word was the Hamburglar.
pretzel
Definitions and images again... grrrrr. (in my head I mean).
Hot soft pretzels with lots of salt. Too much salt. I always brush off all the salt and then eat the dough. Which is kind of boring at that point.
wrath
Of Kahn :)
Beware my wrath...
Wrath is such a dramatic word. Can you imagine someone using it with you? If someone actually used that with me I'd feel like I'd just stepped into the Twilight zone. I mean "wrath?" Seriously? I'd be less afraid of their "wrath" and more concerned about their mental instability/delusions of grandeur!
mole. I’m thinking of animals and undercover people… nothing particularly creative comes up for either. I’m also thinking about the skin kind of mole. Ooooh! Maybe it’s Mole, like chocolate mole!
The first time I had that I thought I’d like it. Not so much though. Doesn’t taste anything like chocolate to me. Not even cocoa. I’m not sure what the appeal is. If I recall correctly, it had a sort of chalky texture. What would be appealing about that? Unless you’ve got that disease… pica? Is that it? Oooh! Maybe mole could be a way to wean those people back to more acceptable food! (Maybe someone with pica invented this food!)
tempted.
I’ve been tempted, often, to do things I know are wrong. I don’t follow through, but oh am I tempted.
I’ve recently (maybe in the past year or two) tried to get myself to stop even fantasizing about temptations. Wrong ones I mean. Since I wouldn’t carry any of them out anyway, I’ve been thinking that fantasizing about some stuff may not be an innocent therapeutic indulgence. It’s likely more of a waste of time.
Oh boy though… I am SO tempted sometimes! ;)
curious.
Curious George of course! Or that curiosity that killed the cat, but let’s not go there.
Curiouser and curiouser… (Alice)
Ugh, looks like another “definition” type day for me. It’s a great word but it’s so strongly linked to other slogans or sayings in my head. Hard to break free of those ingrained associations in 60 seconds. How frustrating that I’ve been so effectively brainwashed.
And how curious…
Forgotten. A rare word with me. Other than occasional absent mindedness (“I forgot to call so and so!” etc), I forget very little. Much as I try.
Somehow, trying to think of something more to write for this word makes me sad. I either think of “forgotten ones” (like forgotten people, or people left behind… abandoned…) or of things everyone else seems to have forgotten. But I have not. I don’t forget.
vodka lol!
I used to drink vodka and Seven Up behind the theatre when I was a teenager. Not a lot. I was never a drinker. Just a few sips. The point was we weren’t allowed to have it on the property (and in our hands at our age) and I was drinking it! And that alone was fun.
wasteland…
Wish I could take a snapshot of the image in my brain.
I’m reminded of a project from first grade. It wasn’t my project. Someone else made it. It was made from a styrofoam cup, some cardboard or cardstock, and a bunch of sand and rocks I think. The cup was on its side and mounted to the wall, and a “peephole” was cut into the bottom. When you looked through (to the enclosed layer of sand and rocks) you were supposed to be seeing how our future world would look if we kept having pollution. (Pollution was big when I was in grade school!) I looked through the peephole all the time. I found it fascinating.
I find it fascinating now that I was fascinated by *that* back then!
glowing
Why my dear you’re positively glowing! (I have no idea what that line is from but I can hear the voice in my head….)
— There was a light up ahead, it looked like it was glowing… pulsing… but glowing from where? And what did it mean? Was this where the sound was coming from?
bones.
I used to love gnawing on big huge steak bones. There must have been some primitive somethingorother in me. I remember taking one to the park and gnawing on it by the swings… must have looked like some weird cannibal kid!
Take 2
His fingers darted across the console but nothing seemed to be working right. “Damn it” he thought. It was as if all knowledge of how to operate the system had left him. Lights blinked, images and messages flew by, but he didn’t know how to interpret them or what buttons to press in response. He’d known it before. He knew he’d known it before. Hadn’t he?
hmmm… console like the emotional response or like and electronic console…
There was no consoling her. Her world had just ended. Everything felt numb. Looking out the window, seeing people outside, walking by, going about their days… sunlight, leaves waving in the breeze… It all seemed surreal. Muffled in a way. She stopped speaking in time. What was the point? Nobody listened. She had talked. She had screamed! And nobody did a thing. No one had done anything at all. Words were useless. Why talk at all.
I passed the captain’s exam, but I wouldn’t take the final step. When asked why, I told the instructor I wasn’t ready. She seemed disappointed in me. Like I’d let her down. But I knew I wasn’t ready. And I believe knowing that, and putting the needs of my future crew first, was a greater sign of leadership than pride.
Birth.
All I can think of is my own. What I was told about it. It’s nothing I want to share though. But it brings up images, memories of what I imagine it was like – based on what I was told about that day. Memories of pictures I was shown. Of my baby book and clippings, pictures and cards from that day. Yellowed at the edges and shiny.
One day Brian overslept and, in his delirium, he accidentally picked up an eyeliner bottle and poked himself in the eye. What he thought it actually was we’ll never know.
Due to this unfortunate accident, he wasn’t able to see the OneWord.com site clearly and, as such, did not realize that the word of the day was not changed over at its usual time.
The end :)
Eyeliner?
Really. That’s the word?
Tammy Faye.
For many years I considered her to be pretty much a joke. I feel bad about that now. I saw her on a reality show at one point and I really liked her. She was so nice, and so open minded. I think she was an amazing person with an incredibly gracious heart. I would have been honored to have had her as a friend. I cried when she died. I still cry when I think about her. I believe the world lost an incredible person.
Dinosaur
Barney :)
My nephew LOVED Barney. I personally never understood the whole “Barney” thing but there ya go. I found it particularly interesting that baby bop was originally the same size or taller than Barney and then shrunk later in life. It can happen to anyone I suppose.
On another note, I once knew a guy who was an archeologist and he said there’s loads of dinosaur bones under New York City. I guess that makes sense right? I mean there were no real dino boundaries back then. They went pretty much everywhere there was land. But it surprised me at the time, to think there were dinosaurs THERE and not just in some remote desert (which is where I guess I pictured them.)
There are machines that send out waves of some kind (Electrical? Sound? Other?) into the ground and, based on where they meet resistance, a kind of X-ray of the underground is formed, and they (archeologists using these things) can see whole pictures of dinosaurs underground that way.
I thought this was kind of neat. Who knows this kind of stuff?
(And ok yes this was more than 60 seconds but I wanted to finish my thought :) )
bandana
I always wanted a red bandana when I was younger. Finally got one. Wore it a lot. Like a triangle on my head, or around my neck like… a cowboy I guess. I can’t imagine wearing one either of those ways now. But I will still wear one rolled up as a kind of sweat band on my head if it’s insanely hot outside. The difference is, the one I have now, the rolled up one, is a GEL band. I don’t care how goofy it looks. If it helps me survive those super hot days, I’ll wear goofy all over!
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