SweeetAnj's Word of the Day, 6/10

Word of the Day:

BADITUDE
noun

def. Need I define this? An amalgam of "bad " and "attitude", often infectious, but often used as a defense mechanism (see also PROTECTIVE PESSIMISM).

e.g. Although the producers were evenly split on which actress to hire, they chose Anjali because they really didn't want to deal with the other actress' baditude on set.

Puppy Love of the best kind

Yesterday, after over 30 years of wanting to (which is impressive, since I'm only 27...ahem), I finally took the plunge into puppy ownership. Or puppy mamahood.

This may not be the most eloquent post because I have spent the last 24 hours talking to my foxy new best friend and most of my speech has been relegated to very simple terms like "poop" and "leave it", not to mention more nicknames than my 8 year old niece has given to her stuffed toys. So, let me just letcha know...I'm in love. The best kind of love. The kind that is scary and fun and overwhelming and simple and loud and quiet. Don't know why I didn't do this sooner.

Meet Charley, y'all. He's a babe.

SweeetAnj's Word of the Day, 6/4

Today's word:

PUPPERIPHERY
noun
def.: The limits of the area in which a new puppy feels comfortable exploring, sometime owner defined, but more often determined by the level of security and owner attachment he or she feels. Often these limits grow as the puppy becomes older, growing more confident and outgrowing his or her fear of abandonment.

e.g. Upon arriving at his new home, Charley the dog began sniffing around the pupperifery of the apartment, then, satisfied with his surroundings, he settled by Anjali's feet, curled up, and fell into a blissful new puppy sleep.

Sweeet Anj's WORDS OF THE DAY! (Reposted from Facebook)

(Author's note: Having been told by numerous people that I have a rare knack for coining new words, a skill I know I picked up from my clever and creative multilingual mother and father, I've decided to begin sharing some of my favorites from the Official Bhimani Dictionary. Feel free to use them and maybe think of me as you do...)

Today's Word:

CHOCOVIRONMENTALISM
see also: chocovironmental, chocovironmentalist
noun
def. a new movement among people worldwide focused on the creation, preservation, and consumption of chocolate in an effort to continue the cycle of chocolatey goodness worldwide.

e.g. In an act of fervid chocovironmentalism, Anjali singlehandedly purchased the entire store's stock of Reese's Peanut Butter cups, saying proudly, "No chocolate left behind."

And so it begins... (or, introducing Sam the Evil One)

A blog. Really? I mean...really?

So, I do a lot of thinking. This may sound like an extremely stupid thing to say, given that EVERYONE does a lot of thinking, but I'm realizing more and more how much I often use my creative powers for the powers of evil rather than good. So, you know...I was just thinkin'....maybe if I actually started writing about REAL things instead of imagined fears (hello, Artists' Way...sorry but those morning pages just ended up being three journals full of FEAR) I could perhaps use those powers like Professor X instead of Magneto.

That said, there's the little voice in my head again...my ego, my resistance...I call him "Sam". Yes, I've named him, because he is absolutely a separate entity, who looks a lot like a beholder/eyebeast from the Dungeons and Dragons books. At his best moments he's annoying, at his worst, he'd like to see me dead of boredom and inertia and will do anything to make that happen. Sam likes to tell me that no one gives a shit, "Who is going to read your drivel anyway? What makes you think your opinion or writing or thoughts or any of it is a worthwhile thing to share with anyone, let alone the blogosphere? You don't have anything special going on, you're not climbing Everest or cooking your way through Julia Child's epic cookbook...so, you know...who cares? Who needs your thoughts?"

Well, Sam, the answer is no one. No one needs my thoughts. But I have them, and I'd love to get them out of my internal hard drive so that there's room for actual critical thought rather than your inane meanderings about how little anyone cares about anything I have to say.

Wow. So here we are...post number one of my blog and already everyone knows I'm a neurotic, fear-ridden mess. Well, love me or leave me, kids. This is my kind of therapy...the free kind. But I'm hoping it turns into more than that. See, my goal in life is to use whatever f-ed up journeys and experiences I've had to somehow help other people or entertain them...yeah, it sounds lofty but really it's just me saying there IS actually a decent reason for me to be writing here, and perhaps at some point, there will be a decent reason for you to be reading here.

So, you know, there it is. Onward.