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addendum to the dunder dictionary

new updated “dunder word” additions:

Tumped :

apparently i used this word as a child.  if my dad pushed me over (which he would do, along with other less gentle forms of joking) i would say to him: “Dad!  you’re going to Tump me over!!”  

Tump: to knock over, push down, fall over by someone else’s doing; also includes falling over on one’s own, as in “If I walk around on these stilettos, I will surely Tump over”

Yummth Degree :

i have a major crush on Johnny Lee Miller.  or the way he portrays Sherlock in Elementary.  not sure which.

mmmm…delish.  so i said to my sister while watching him be his delightfully yummy self, “i love him to the yummth degree” .  pretty much covers it.  he’s ridiculously sexy.

Yummth Degree:  the infinite degree of yumminess allowable known to man

(for previous entries, see   https://accidentalhappiness.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/the-dunder-dictionary/            or         https://accidentalhappiness.wordpress.com/?s=denelleiopedia&submit=Search

dunder…

Where does Bullshit come from?
I mean, the obvious answer to that is “from Bulls”.

but where does the phrase/word “Bullshit” originate?  Kind of a rancher swearword, you know?

If you are somewhere they don’t have bulls – like the underwater city of Atlantis for example – you wouldn’t get what I meant if I said that was bullshit.  Would you?\

So do they say “GiraffeShit” in Africa; or “KangarooShit” in New Zealand?

just wonderin’…

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dunder

do ants have traffic jams?

 

i mean, this whole configuration here of all the nicely even bricks lying out in the open, it’s very appealing to me aesthetically.  but if i were an ant, look at all those places i could get into an accident!  i’m going along, minding my own business, carrying home my bagel sanwich i stole from the picnic, and out of the blue this jerk carrying a pickle sliver comes out of nowhere and cuts me off!  now i have to decide if i want to drop my bagel sandwich and chase him down with my road rage, or just take it on the chin like a good little soldier, all passive like, and head home to feed the little ones.  or the queen bee.  whoever.

anyway, just wondered…

dunder~ may 11

so when do men start calling their friends “buddies”?

i’m pretty sure when we are all in kindergarten we are still calling each other “friend” and “playmate”, and then by junior high we learn great words like “my BFF” and the like.  so when does this transition occur?  it is a rare occassion when i talk to an adult male and he says “i’m going over to my friend’s house to play video games” or “i’m getting drunk this weekend with my friend”.  does this transition to “buddy” happen in high school?  college?

male readers: please respond!

accidental happiness; stardate 10.15.10

I’m happy to be me this morning. I could be making more money. I could be having more sex. I could have a bigger closet full of more fashionable clothing. I could have a more exciting social life, with parties, dancing, and weekend luncheons. But several times on my walk today, I stopped. Sure I was a little late getting out for my stroll, but when the trees started dumping their colorful bounty on me, I had to stop anyway, and take in the moment. And when I got to the “river” I had to stop for a while there as well, and marvel at the foamy, sparkly goodness of the water. And wonder to myself, “when did the word ‘diamond’ come into existence? and before then, how did we ever describe the breath taking beauty of the sun shimmering off the water?” (this is a dunder, which i’ve talked about in another blog) The water this morning looked like a glitter factory had exploded onto it, and I just had to giggle like a kid in a candy store. There was also a patchwork quilt of leaves at my feet, that made me feel like a fairy princess on her wedding day, picking her way through ribbons of color, eager to greet her groom at the end of the path. And while I didn’t have a groom on my path today (ok, at least so far…it’s only ten a.m., and you never really know what a day will bring in my life!) I did feel as giddy. I’m happy to be me. Happy that I have a life that allows me to stop for a moment and smell the flowers. (or wet earth, since it’s fall and most the flowers have faded ‘round here) Happy to have an eye for the magical and whimsical. Happy to be on a path in life that supports my heart’s desires. And while I wouldn’t mind having more money, or more sex (especially more sex) and more clothes, I wouldn’t want to switch places with anyone in the world. I’m happy with the place I’ve chosen, and happy with the me I am.