Three Word Thursday #43
Wednesday, February 3, 2010 
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It is that time of the week. One I look forward to a great deal. And by the way Quilly, mahalo for hosting Three Word Thursday. It’s a blast and I can’t tell you how much I enjoy it. Each week Quilly at Quintessentially Quilly gives us three words to compose a story. You can get further instructions here or you can click the picture above.
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My heartfelt thanks, gratitude and love go to Susan at Stony River Farm. I told her what I was up to and she said if she could be of any help let her know. Well she ended up, proofing the whole thing, making the necessary corrections, linking everything and just helped me with this in ways that I cannot even begin to comprehend how I would have done this by myself. It’s not like she has a family to contend with, writing and blogging to do, live her life and just deal with the day to day duties a mother, wife, author, friend and woman have to do. But then she takes this on. Susan I owe ya sister. You will never ever understand how grateful I am for not only you doing this for me, but your friendship. Many many Mahalos!!! xoxoxox 
Once upon a time in a not so cynicocratical world, circa February 5, 2009, there was an isangelous lady that enjoyed not being volgivagant. She decided to create a fracas of a gentle kind. It would not be about numismatics as her perspicacious mind would not permit that. Rather than be opprobrious with all, she decided to dig deep into her quondam past.
Without any intentions of casuistry, and to help with the apanthropinization of all, she decided to go worldwide and not entertain just a paucity of people. With her zither playing in the background, and not one hitonious or teterrimous wrong note being heard, Quilly introduced the world to the most melliflous Three Word Thursday, and this was nothing to be making any sternutation at.
Now she knew that there might be some zoilist comments as people composed their anopisthograph, but the bacchante knew that everyone would enjoy this in the long run. In the beginning she was queachy wondering what she would say when someone wrote about a jibber perhaps, but overcame that quickly because she knew that words were in propinquity to her heart. She also knew that the susurrus she would hear from others would eventually turn loud and people’s nescience of words would evaporate. Three Word Thursday would be a huge success.
Sitting down with a jussulent cup one tenebrous day Quilly became ebullient the more she thought of this. The stars had aligned in a sublunary manner to make her feel this way. Oh how wonderful that these stars were showing Quilly much comity and she knew this was specious, even though it did have merit. Just at that moment, the rain started to fall. It came down in buckets creating an antediluvian atmosphere so Quilly took a pencil and started to write the rules on paper. ‘Very prolix‘ she thought. But it was ineluctable. Feeling much like a paladin when she finished the rules, Quilly had given birth to Three Word Thursday.
Knowing that she could not be intransigent, which she knew if she were, it would be cause invidious feelings in others, she decided to only use three words, even though she wanted to use more. Quilly also knew if more words were used it would cause people to quiddle, especially those uxorious types. Quilly wanted this meme to be as glabrous as a baby’s behind and not leave any rubefacient signs of embarrassment to those participating. So she also decided to hold this once a week, hoping that wouldn’t cause any senticous issues and that any thought or idea of divagations by all would be at a minimum, and that no one would become a niddering upon reading the instructions. Now all she needed was an amanuensis to get her rough draft onto her computer but since none was around, she started off doing it on her own, feeling a bit like a tyro in the process.
Not wanting the meme to be risible she had to invigilate the words she used. One could compare it to the eyes of a Mama Bear keeping a watchful eye on those stagnicolous creatures known as fish to capture and feed her young. A keen eye is one key to success. Not being an opsimath, Quilly would not have any problem keeping it a serious meme with obarmate words. Anything that Quilly does is done with much assiduity and this meme would be no different. And she knew better than to ask for words from her neighbor down the street, who was known as a phlyarologist. It had to be serious, she knew. In addition to this she had to make the meme pulchritudinous to the eyes of others so they would have a greater want to participate. She did this very well.
Needing a break from the meme and a summotion of herself from all computer work, Quilly took a break for a while. It wasn’t that she had acrasia, she just felt her mind was working murklins and that a oncethmus was in her head. She also didn’t want to her beloved Amoeba thinking she was sevidical. Besides, when she overworks on a project a morsicant pain overtakes her body. So she took the veteratorian approach and just put it aside.
She then looked over at her Amoeba to rogitate this question: “Hug me Love”. He always obliges. It always helps her get rid of that feeling when she is overworked of solipsistic that every once in a while creeps into her mind and she’s nequient to rid her own self of it. Now mind you, that doesn’t happen often. With tortiloquy she asks him if he would like to be a montivagant with her and go for a walk on the beach. Not at all vultuous he agrees and off they go. Amoeba is one smart man. He knows it’s always better to acquiesce with her in the long run. During the walk they see a tadpole in a small, nature made, litter covered pool on the beach. The duo doesn’t let the litter viliorate their walk on the beach and do their part by cleaning the small little pond up.
Upon their return home and with much ambition Amoeba says to Quilly that he will cook dinner and try not to pessundate the kitchen, by using an operiment on the pots. That way she can get back to her meme. She agrees and takes a bite out of the apple they got from the oporopolist while he begins to prepare dinner. Thinking he’s got a phalerae on his chest from a cooking school, and by force of habit creating a stibogram between the kitchen and the grill outside, Amoeba heads out to ponask their dinner. Meanwhile, Quilly isn’t all that set to get back to Three Word Thursday so she begins to daydream about stiricide and her former ruricolous life. Not wanting to start a quibbleism within her own mind, she gets back to work on Three Word Thursday, with the scent of dinner obrumpent through the windows. She gives a big smile.
With very little temeration and not wanting to obstrigillate her self imposed deadline for the release of her baby, she begins the ossifragant task of putting the finishing touches on it. She thinks that it must be what a bride feels when she is mariturient. ‘Geeze, get busy Quilly‘ she thinks. She doesn’t want to misqueme herself by not having it finished. Rather, she wants to have it be like the bowl of candy sitting right next to her that she bought from the tragematopolist: all nicely packaged and pleasing to the eye.
Just then Amoeba enters the vacivity of their kitchen with a tenellous piece of cooked meat for their dinner. It will be very utible to fill their stomachs, Amoeba announces. Quilly, being the smart woman she is, takes this as a sign of another break which suits her just fine. So like a nubivagant angel she sets the dinner table.
After the divine dinner, Quilly is determined to get back to work and this time finish the meme. Just then she smells a maleolent aroma and looks out the window and sees a familiar man that exudes xenization. ‘Poor thing,’ she thinks. Pure pigritude, the way he lives. He has the tenacity to suffarcinate himself with a spiscious Split Pea Soup that causes him to fart as he walks. ‘It’s disgusting,’ she says to herself and, not wanting to get in a tristifical mood, starts a confabulation within herself that will not pudify her.
‘My meme might not be on a rimestock but I will be an aretaloger and be proud of it. Three Word Thursday wont be kexy and it won’t be stored in a gardeviance, but it will be mine and my computer will store it proudly.’ Being an aquabib, Quilly takes another sip of water and puts the finishing touches on the meme. She smiles and is proud of what she has accomplished. It is anything but ficulnean. Heck, even someone with a bad case of brochity and a speech impediment could pronounce these words and use them in a story. ‘That’s the beauty,’ she continued with her conversation to herself. ‘They will be as easy to say in a conversation with someone as they are to write. And anyone that doesn’t think so can go outside and use the yelve to do gardening as punishment.’
With the patration of Three Word Thursday and her aeipathy for writing, it gave Quilly great lubency to finally decide that it was ready to be released to the public. And that she did. Over the year of its release it has become a great success. This opportunity to adimpleate one’s knowledge base with all these words has been fantastic. It is like it is pamphagous. Once you get started, it just consumes you with the desire to create better stories and makes you look forward to the words for the next week. Three Word Thursday would be incompossible if Quilly wasn’t around. You can harl your feet but you can never thropple Three Word Thursday. Even if one has scaevity, we still try to gnathonize and not roblet Quilly as we all present her weekly a new or continuing Three Word Thursday.
Congratulations Quilly on a great year of Three Word Thursday. It’s awesome to participate in. You make this fun and exciting and I look forward to the next year. Happy One Year Anniversary to Three Word Thursday and the extraordinary work that you do to host this wonderful writing exercise. You are the best. Me Ke Aloha!
Hey, it’s only my opinion.
A Hui Hou.
OMG Look at it, look! It works, it’s gorgeous!!
I feel like Orville or Wilbur or whichever Wright brother it was who wasn’t flying the plane, but at least got to help by waving his arms or something and be there to watch it go ROFL
Thom, I’m still blown away by the fact you even had this idea, then actually tackled it, and really *did* it — it was a tremendous labour of love and you are *such* a friend … just, WOW.
And oh crap — I have to go now and finish my own 3WT this week LOL
Well I couldn’t have done this without you. First I hope you noted the four words that you thought needed changing. All of them I made a change to, be it right or wrong LOL.
On this one I’ll let you decide who ya wanna be of the Wright Brothers. You deserve it. I’ll stay on the ground. Doesn’t really matter, it was a team effort and Susan I can’t thank you enough.
MWAH xoxoxo
Susan didn’t catch “a isangelous” in the first sentence? Is “Irish editing” an idiom yet?
OK, now to read the rest.
ROFLMAO!!! The Irish editor let it slip? OMG. Duly noted and corrected
Mahalo my friend 
Mea maxima culpa, Doug, which we Latin speakers know means, I did catch it. Blame Thom.
(I always do. ROFL!!)
Bite me…Thank goodness for Doug and finding that…pfft…Oh if I only new Latin I’m sure I’d come up with some better sarcasm here ROFLMAO!!!
Wow that was impressive. I learned a lot of new words and admire the effort that went into writing something that long practically in another language. (And found no new corrections after the first sentence.) Well done, both of you.
Thank you Doug very much. It was quiet an undertaking but so worth it.
Glad you enjoyed even if it was in another language 
OMG, that’s too difficult for me ! and I thought my English was sufficient, lol !
It’s nice that you are back, I saw picture of you and your family on Quilly’s blog !
LOL. yeah the words can be difficult. Glad you saw the picture and I’m glad to be back
Awesome, my friend! I learned a lot of new things today!! Good for you! This was a real undertaking! Hope your return week has gone well! Enjoy your weekend!
Sylvia
Glad you did my friend. It was quiet the undertaking but worth it. Have a great weekend as well
My goodness. A spectacular tribute to Quilly’s TWT. I think you made her speechless.
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Quilly speechless? You jest LOL. Glad you enjoyed
OH WOW! i am speechless! what a great effort, and it works!
wonderful job, both of you!
Mahalo my friend. I’m glad you enjoyed
This is absolutely amazing. I feel special. I can’t believe you and Susan put this much effort into 3WTs anniversary and I didn’t do a thing! You two rock!
THOM rocks, it was all his idea and writing! I just fixed the typos and did some formatting.
Well, yeah, fixing Thom’s typos can be pretty time-consuming but…. ROFL
Q – I hope you enjoyed this. One of the most difficult writing tasks I’ve ever undertaken with keeping the order etc but was so well worth it. And thanks to Susan…oh wait…look what she said…pffft
Susan: BITE ME!!!!
Like you said dear, “so well worth it”, biting or not ROFL
Only you LOL
Have mercy, Thom! This is amazing!
Thank you my friend.
What a work this was! Reading this in its entirety is easy, but the words – I wouldn’t pretend to understand everything right away so I’m going to put this in my Favorite List. I’m sure I’m going to learn a lot and would love the learning. Congratulations Thom!
LOL…yeah there is a lot to learn with it believe me.
I’m glad you are going to read it. I hope you enjoy 
Wow, you are so freaking impressive! I don’t even know the majority of those words!!
LOL…neither did I until Quilly gave them to us
That’s part of the fun with this meme 
YOU are a bloomin’ genius! And Susan is an incredibly gooooooooood friend! LOL!!! And I am GLAD that Quilly feels special – because she certainly should! And honored as well! I think I will copy this and MAIL it to Dr. John! He will be sO jealous!
Of course… I won’t be able to get to the Post Office until… Wednesday if I’m lucky! We are forecast for ANOTHER 16-24 inches of snow tomorrow and Saturday! Yeeee HA!
Well thank you my darlin’ I so wanted him to see this. I had him in mind from the very beginning. And I hope Barbara see’s it as well as she mentioned what I was working on since the 21st. I didn’t want to toot my own horn with Dr. John and send it too him. So if you do, when your now snow bound…YIKES…I certainly do appreciate it.
I think Q liked it 
There’s a genius in you waiting to be set loose! Bravo Tom – an amazing undertaking and well done!
I’m glad you liked my moon shots. Won’t that statement make your readers wonder. LOL!
ROFLMAO!!! It certainly will and it’s just our little secret
MWAH!!! Glad you enjoyed this. Genius? Hmmm I’m not so sure but I will say I’m pretty damn proud of this and couldn’t have done it without Susan 
Wow! I can see why this took so long to work on! Quite a feat!
Thank you my friend
It was but an enjoyable task 
Thank you Doug very much. It was quiet an undertaking but so worth it.
Glad you enjoyed even if it was in another language 