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wotd: portentous

portentous \por-TEN-tus\, adjective:
1. Foreboding; foreshadowing, especially foreshadowing ill; ominous.
2. Marvelous; prodigious; wonderful; as, a beast of portentous size.
3. Pompous.
Well, crap. How can one word mean three completely different things? If you're supposed to interpret it in context, what if you make the wrong interpretation? I could talk about what a portentous day I'd had, and you might think some small thing went awry, foreshadowing something terrible that might happen later in the week. I'd have to give more details for you to make the correct interpretation, but still I might fail. I did an astonishing number of things today, including (but not limited to) making thrifty serendipity cards for selling bottle cap earrings; completing three bottle-cap-and-glass-pebble embellished crosses and starting two more; piecing together two Capri Sun bags; wrapping up a special thank-you project; walking with Cassie early this morning; teaching Sunday School; scribing a Town Hall meeting at church; typing up the notes and sending them to other members of the discernment committee; and taking a deep 2 hour nap. You might think me pompous, but I feel marvelous, prodigious, wonderful.


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wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
1. To be indecisive or evasive in order to gain time or delay action.
2. To comply with the time or occasion; to yield to prevailing opinion or circumstances.
3. To engage in discussions or negotiations so as to gain time (usually followed by 'with').
4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

It's easy to tell yourself that you'll write a daily blog entry using the word of the day from dictionary(dot)com as a prompt, and equally easy to temporize your daily entry by waffling over what to write about, or evading your obligation by procrastination. There. Bedtime.

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40 observations on the eve before my 40th birthday

Indulge me! In no particular order:

1. I love making pinatas. I've made a pinata for Jack's birthday for the last five years. The Death Star, a jellyfish from Spongebob, Patrick Star from Spongebob, Plankton from Spongebob, and just this year King Pig from Angry Birds. I've been commissioned by a friend to produce another Angry Birds Pig pinata for her son's birthday. I'm gonna do it.

2. Right now three of my ten fingers hurt when I type. I don't bite my nails (unless one is already broken) but I do pick and pull at my cuticles. I've developed acute paronychia, a bacterial infection, at those three finger tips. The one that hurts the most is my right thumb. Space bar hell. I've done this to myself since childhood. When I'm pulling and nipping at a hangnail, I know it's going to hurt but I go ahead and do it anyway.

3. I consider myself substantial: in body and in mind. I am robust. I have zeal. I just don't have any confidence.

4. My brain stop…