Wacky Words Revealed!

Waaayy back on Saturday, I ran a fun and short quiz on a few of the most obscure words in English. I thank and appreciate everyone who took the time to play, or stop by to comment! If you haven’t seen this post and you want to play, don’t look down! Just click on this link first: Wacky Word Quiz

Now you can relax your twitchy fingers, as they’ve no doubt been poised over your keyboard, ready to peck out the words and Google them. 🙂

Now, leave the dishes and let the dog chew on the couch leg for just few moments longer, as you prepare to fill your minds . . . with useless trivia.

Gubbins:

A: odds and ends

Argle-bargle:

C: too much pointless talking or writing

Erf:

B: parcel of land

Cacodemonomania:

C: The belief and fear that one is possessed by an evil spirit.

Wacky Word Quiz

Happy Saturday! The weekend is here and we’ve been freezing our keisters up here, in the attic of North America. Now, to go with that mug of coffee, I’ve brought you another round of the wacky word quiz. So, yay! Don’t worry, it’s short. 🙂

Those who’ve been following my blog for awhile, you know what to do. Well, not that it’s overly complicated. Quite simple really.

Each word will have four possible definitions, of course, only one will be right. You can put your guesses in the ‘Comments’ section, or not, and I’ll be back to reveal (Ta-da!) the correct one in my next blog post.

As before, I’ll ask each of you to practice ‘Googlestraint” (made that one up myself, my Mom is so proud . . . um, I think.) In plain English, please do not ask Google or any other ‘know-it-all’ virtual entity.

Here we go!

Gubbins:

A: odds and ends

B: small clumps of porridge that stick to the sides of a pot or bowl

C: antiquated term for gout, as in, “Sally! I’ve got the gubbins again.”

D: A nineteenth century term coined by pickpockets when they get extra and unwanted items while plying their craft. “Pshaw! A used nose mucker! The most disgusting gubbins I’ve ever had!”

Argle-bargle:

A: The malformed stamen on a Banana Shrub

B: A derogatory term for a nineteenth century lumberjack who is incapable of sawing in a straight line.

C: too much pointless talking or writing

D: A shady deal in which the victim loses a significant sum.

Erf:

A: A slang term for the bracket fungi that grows on rotting tree stumps.

B: parcel of land

C: antiquated slang for vomiting “Ah! Jeb just erfed inside my new carriage!”

D: Derogatory term for someone who never tries to succeed.

Cacodemonomania:

A: The fear of long words.

B: The belief and fear that every planet in our solar system will eventually be sucked into the sun.

C: The belief and fear that one is possessed by an evil spirit.

D: The belief and fear that animals (monkeys in particular) are plotting to take over the world.

Six Word Story

Here we are, another Christmas in the books (I hope yours was full of laughter, fun, and good food), and on the cusp of a New Year. I thought this little tale (pun intended) might be fitting for this festive season. It seems we humans aren’t the only ones who love our treats. 🙂

Flip A Story

Today I thought I’d try something new, well at least new to me. I grabbed a cook book, not sure why, probably needed more for breakfast, and wait for it . . . flipped the pages, letting my finger do the talking.

Here’s what it “decided”:

“Special delivery!”

“Hi Martin, how was your day?”

“Just three near death experiences with a moving van, a taxi, and some guy who thought the bike lane was the expressway. Ran out of muscle cream, so my glutes are bawling, but all in a day’s work. Got a great tip from a receptionist with a piece of spinach stuck in her teeth . . . pretty smile, though.”

“Umhmm . . . well, just take your sweaty self to the shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Whoa, just a second there, what you got cookin’ good lookin’? Smells good!”

“Um, just a bit of this and that.”

“Uh, huh, just a bit of this and that, hey? Lemme see.”

“No, you’ll sweat in the stew. To the shower you go.”

“Wait, what’s this page turned to? Chicken Coq Au Vin? Sounds fancy for ‘barnyard scavenger hunt cook up’. Even pulled out the Dutch oven, I see. You know it’s Tuesday and usually that means mac and cheese. What’s the occasion? Wait! Really? Cover and bake for up to one hour and forty-five minutes? I’m starving! Kate, what’s going on?”

“Here, eat this, take a shower and we’ll talk more.”

“Ommm oooh.”

“You like? Good bread, isn’t it? More? You’re shaking your head. Be careful, smaller bites.”

 “Kinda’ hard when you shoved half a loaf in my mouth. I’m not leaving till you spill the goods. Oh no! Your mother’s not moving in here, is she? Wait, nope, she’s too busy researching the perfect formula for winning at blackjack. Not enough room in this apartment for her spreadsheets and supercomputers. Yuck! A cooked mushroom to the face!”

“Stop it, baby, or a potato is next. Now git in that shower.”

“Ok, sheesh. Going, alright?”

“Hey! Martin, what the heck are you doing? Get your sweaty ear off my belly!”

“Hey, buddy! I know you’re in there and can hear me! It’s Daddy! I know it’s dark and cozy in there but if you . . . aghh!”

“Warned you about the potato. I’m not pregnant, nothing’s going on. Please, shower.”

“Harsh, Kate. Alright, I’m going, but when it’s my turn to cook, I’m making tacos and I’ll put just a slight crack in each shell so that everything will spill on you.”   

“I’m trembling, now get.”

“Going, stop rolling your eyes.”

 “Finally.”

“I heard that! Hey! What’s this fishbowl doing on the bathroom counter? Oh, no way! How did you? Sea Monkeys!! You got Sea Monkeys! How? You even put a small castle in there and a plastic sword! Kate, you’re amazing!”

“I know. I got the sword from the dollar store. You know, the ones they put in drinks. The Sea Monkeys, well thank you Amazon. Martin, you’re sloshing water on the floor. You don’t need to run with the bowl.”

“Sorry, but you have no idea! Ever since Nancy—”

“Yes, I’ve heard the story of your evil sister flushing them down the toilet. It’s okay Martin, you’re safe and so are the monkeys.”

“Now we just have to name these little fellas.”

“How do you know they’re all guys? They’re literally just white blobs.”

“You can’t tell, seriously? Look at their little pointy things. Back to biology 101 for you, huh. Just kidding, put down the spoon. I’m going to name all six. Here we have Thor, then Kong, this one’s Konan, Zeus, Hercules, and Pete.”

“Pete?”

“Yes, Pete. Why not? It’s a good name.”

“Ooookayyy . . . now how are you going to tell them apart? Martin? Um, Martin, hey, no, put down the markers!”    

Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Good morning, afternoon, or night. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here Is The Photo Prompt:

“Morning Maybelle! Have anything juicy today?”

“Shh! Keep it down! Patience, Julene, I’m hungry.”

“Hmmmmhmmmmhmmmmhm—”

“’dop’dat!”

“Hmm . . . oh, sorry, just do that when I get nervous. Ooops! Pee, too. Sorry about the splatter.”

“Yuck! Hold on, let me wipe this muck off! There, better now. Well, now, Julene, let me see. Oh! Yes! See the calf lying down next to Molly? No, don’t move your head to look! Pshaw! After everything I’ve taught and you’re still a bovine! And stop rubbing your head against the buffet table! Honestly!”

“Nervous habit, sorry.”

“Annyyywayyyyss . . . as I was saying, the dreadful tail nipper is not Ferdinand’s!”

“Ahh!! Ferdinand!”

Must you copy everything I say? Especially at the same time!”

“Sorry, Maybelle . . . wait? Did you say—”

“I’ve heard his real father is a . . .”

“A what? Tell me, or I’ll pee again!”

“Shh!! He’s a Jersey.”

“Really? Oh, how delicious! Not as tasty as the candy bar. Um, I think it’s called Jersey Malt?”

“Ugh, Jersey Milk. You are still just a b—”

“Not the ‘b’ word! I’ll tell Molly what you said.”

“Go ahead. She’ll laugh at you again and then you’ll miss out on the rest of- oh, hi Lucy! So glad to see you!”

“Wow, still synchronizing your greetings, I see. I’m well, thank you. Just a nibble and I’ll be off. Got to help scare away the bloody gophers. They keep digging holes and twisting hooves.”

“Pfff! Only women with more udders than brains.”

“Beg pardon, Maybelle?”

“She said that you look udderly amazing today! Did you just get some new lipstick? Green is the new brown, you know.”

“Huh? No Julene. I just found a fresh batch of caterpillars! Yum! So tasty, they way they pop in your mouth! Their juices running down your lips!”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh well, in that case, I’ll pass on the hay. See you girls later.”

“She does that on purpose. See the smile on her face? She’s disgusting.”

“Hey-hey! What’s up?”

“Hi Tammy!”

“Yes! That’s the spirit! Going to be a good one! Gonna’ get all up in that prune-faced farmer Macko! Or is that, Wacko! Ha! I slay me!”

“You go, baby girl! You show him the ‘what-for!’”

“Huh? What for? What are you talking ‘bout Jules?”

“Uh, whatever you are. Um, I guess.”

“Nah! Just messing with you, girl! I’m gonna’ hide the salt lick on him again! This’ll be the fifth one he’s bought this month. Oh, ya! He’ll be mutterin’ and whinin’ ‘bout cost and such. Gonna’ be righteous stuff.”

“Sounds wonderful!”

“Sounds dumb.”

“What’d you say, Makebelief?”

“Um, I’m sorry to correct you, Tammy, but it’s—”

“I know what bigmouth’s name is, but she’s so fake, they oughta’ park her on the front lawn, with a flag saying, “Welcome to Macko’s Farm, ” stuck in her b—”

“That’s quite enough! Why, I just saw a tasty patch of hemlock, all you can eat.”

“Trying to kill me, huh? Well, that ain’t right!”

“Go, away!”

“Humph!”

“Ugh! I’m tired of living with such common Bos Taurus.”

“What’s that! It’s growling like that weird T-Rex monster thingy. You know, the one with the large back legs and the itty-bitty front ones? But this one’s swallowed Farmer Macko whole! You can see him in the gut. Eww!”

“You mean the tractor? And no, Macko is perfectly fine. He’s driving the truck.”

“Oh ya, now I remember. Well, it’s coming this way!”

“You’re right, Julene! Remember the last time?”

“It’s stopped! Oh Maybelle, Macko’s ripped the truck’s mouth open and he’s coming towards us! He’s got that neck thingy.”

“A rope! It’s me! No! I’ve been good. Hide me! Quick!”

“Um, oh, hey look! Tammy’s running away with the salt lick! Go Tammy! So funny!”

“Not now! Julene, you need to hide me!”

“Oh, yay, um, get into those bushes. Headfirst, yes, that should do. If you can’t see him, he can’t see you!”

“Makes perfect sense! I take back what I’ve been saying about you to everyone. You’re a genius!”

“Um, yes, I’m just going to step away. Join the others and see the babies. Just shout if you need me.”