Twenty's Pleanty

You know, Every year on my birthday, people ask me "Well do you feel different now that you're___" No.. I really didn't. But this year it's different.

I've hated being a teener so much that, now that twenty has come along it's a big sigh of relief. No, I don't want time to fly, I'm perfectly happy being twenty.

But Anyways, on my actual birthday, last Saterday Dear Lady Weaver decided to surprise me with a Cades Cove Breakfast picnic.

Course no one said it would be cold, luckily i like cold. ;D

Anyhoo, I think I'll just let you enjoy some of the pictures from the photoshoot we had. What a blast that was!!

A *cough* Update

Our Meg is sick as a dog at the moment...

Just a few days ago, we had our first decent conversation (i.e. four hours on the phone) in a long while. She was stuck at home, tied to some blankets and a rather comforting box of tissues - or so was my impression. 

So why she's on her way to recovery I thought I'd entertain y'all with a brief entomology and a question of the phrase "as sick as a dog." 

According to some authors, the phrase as sick as a dog was heard as early as 1705. It is quite possible that it was the invention of a phrase with no relevant meaning (unlike "the whole nine yards")... similar to the idea of being starstruck. Personally, this brings up the question how in the world can you be starstruck?... unless you're the unlucky chap who gets walloped by a chunk of molten rock from the skies. Others muse that the colloquialism came from either A. man's frequency around the animal led to the observation of how often it regurgitated or B. the negative linguistic connotation of "dog" (e.g. dog in the manger, dog tired, go to the dogs, etc.)

Apparently, American English has only version of the phrase while British English has numerous. "Sick as a... cat/horse/parrot" has been used over the years. The most interesting version of the phrase was used in 1731 by writer Johnathan Swift, "Poor Miss, she's sick as a cushion, she wants nothing but stuffing."

So my dear chickadees, here are my questions: how do you think the phrase originated? Can you think of any other colloquialism that you use constantly with no idea of the original entomology?

♥ Lady Weaver

Pirated

Hey guys! It's Lady Weaver from Wanderlust Requiem. Today is Meg's 19th birthday. As I am nearly 4 hours away (and have no way to deliver this personally), I had this brilliant idea - I would leave her a little note on her own blog... that way I could share her special day with you!

So leave her a little note of your own today!

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My dearest Ann (with an “e”),

Formal Progressive Dinner -  Feb 2008

It’s your 19^th birthday today. I’m sorry I can’t drive my way home to surprise you! So I suppose this will have to suffice. (plus I wanted an excuse to pirate your blog… mwhuhahahahahahaha)

How many years have I known you at this point? 14? We’ve been together for a long time :)  It’s funny how we were worst enemies in K5. I’m so happy that it’s not the case now. Remember all the silly little memories?

Fabulous is fabulous, daaaahling. - Oct 1998

One of my favorite parties ever was the one where your aunt (was it your aunt?) that brought us all those vintage outfits to play dress up. Actually, birthdays at your place were always the best – like the time we stayed in Mother Kaye’s Cabin.

At Biltmore - Oct 2009

Almost all of my favorite memories have you in them – sorghum festivals, sleepovers in the winter, “Knight Hawks” banquets, random picnics in the woods, funny trips… I hope that these aren’t the last either. (In fact, you should come down and visit me! I think we have a Scot-Irish festival coming up sometime soon. *nudge nudge, wink wink*)

So I thought I’d let you know that I love you, and I’ve been thinking and praying for you. ^ᴖᴥ^ᴖ  Happy 19^th birthday, my dearest Meg. I wish you many, many more.

Take a picture of taking a picture? :) - Oct 2009

Love, 

Your Diana

Out to the great unknown, hand in hand, together forever. - 1998