I love words.  But I have a few favorites…

And tonight… I want to talk about a few.  Just because… the thing I REALLY want to talk about… I can’t.

So. Words it is.

Voracious.
What a great word.  And you KNOW it when it happens.   Typically, it comes in the way of a voracious appetite.  When you sit down with Wimpy at the lunch stand, and you are waiting for your Tuesday Cheeseburger….   you begin to feel a hunger that is insatiable and unquenchable.   Your mind takes over.  No matter how big that 1/2-pounder is… it just is NOT going to be enough.  You wait and wait… and your hunger becomes  unappeasable and almost greedy.   You know how it plays out…  if Wimpy eats one more piece of bread from the bread basket, you are going to take him down….. and HARD.   But the the burger comes out and you dig in to that yummy sandwich.  Before you know it… you are filled to the brim.  The voracious appetite has been tamed.

Haphazard.
Boy, oh boy.  This is a goody.   Maybe because I am not so haphazard in my demeanor, or practices.  I always plan things out in my head.  But if you have the haphazard gene… you may be quite unsystematic, unmethodical, and disorganized.  Perhaps even to the point of being arbitrary, aimless, or careless.  Some might call it higgledy-piggledy.  OCDs… like me… are not higgledy-piggledy.

Bamboozle.
Apparently, it must happen fairly often in our world… because people call it by a bunch of different phrases.  Like… pull a fast one on, take for a ride, pull the wool over someone’s eyes.   The best I ever heard was to hornswoggle someone.  If you have been hornswoggled….. well… it is just NOT your day.

Lackadaisical.
That is the big “whatever” word… before people started saying… “whatever.”  It is lethargic, apathetic and sluggish.    Maybe even careless, lazy, or lax.  But if you are lackadaisical… you are most certainly … unenthusiastic and blasé.   (That’s another word I love..blasé.  I like to say it three times in a row and in a low voice.)

Meander.

I think this may be my favorite of the evening.  I used to be the old “Point A to Point B” kind of gal.  Now… these days… I seem to be meandering a bit more.  Physically, mentally, and emotionally.  It typically means to  stroll, saunter, amble,  and wander.  But it can also imply to meander… say like a river meanders.  Zig-zag, twist, turn, curve and bend.

Yep.  It seems with each passing day… I meander more and more.  Like now.   In fact… it has gotten to the point where I have to start leaving popcorn trails.  Unfortunately, our dogs have voracious appetites, so this methodology tends to be a bit haphazard.     So before I lose my way any further tonight, I shall bid you ado.   A lackadaisical state has over taken me….and I can’t even find my popcorn trail….. at this point.   Pathetic.

Oh wait… that’s another favorite word of mine… pathetic…….. .. .

“Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.” – Old Saying