Today we want to talk about panicking.
Oh, you mean like
Ha! You thought I wouldn’t think of an onomatopoeia that started with X, didn’t you? Wrong! Whenever I consider themes for this challenge, I always jump to X. If I can think of something for X that’s not cheating too much (I avoid doing cop-outs like “eXciting” and “X marks the spot” if I can), then I’ll go with the theme. But enough gloating; let’s talk about kisses.
When I was a teenager, which is farther in the past than I would like to calculate, I liked using the catch phrase, "wait-what?" Then Disney practically trademarked the phrase in Frozen, and I could never use it again. Luckily, I was well into my adulthood by then.
Feeling Sloggish? Drowsy? Suffering from pink snow?
Then try Voom!
I’m sorry, folks. I’ve pulled two late-nights working on projects unrelated to this post and therefore have nothing good to write about today. Therefore, I am canceling this blog post.
Uh Oh! No, wait... uh, Reader, can you just wait right there? – I’ll talk to her about this whole blog canceling thing.
When my daughter was three, plugging her in to the car seat was sometimes a challenge. She liked to squirm, sometimes from excitement and sometimes for other reasons. On one of the ‘other reasons’ occasions, it was my will against hers and she was determined to win. I finally got one of the buckle pieces in, but the other had slipped from my fingers. My daughter assumed the hanging strap was broken. “Tsk, tsk,” she scolded, “If you break it, you have to pay for it!”
This post is meant to read with a subdued voice.
One time, I tried to explain to my kids what dialup used to sound like. They are so used to the silent almost instant internet connection, that explaining the series of sounds a computer would make while connection to the internet - from the dial tone to fax machine static - felt like I was an alien from outer space trying to describe time travel.
I have to say, Q is an awkward letter in onomatopoeia.
And that awkwardness can be useful.
In one of the picture book manuscripts I’m working on, there’s a spot where the page turn produces a surprise “Pop!”
I’m trying to make the story around it worth that pop.
Every 4th of July that I can remember, my family would sit and watch the fireworks. Each firework always got the same response: ooh, Ahhh, Ohhh.
Sounds like that would get boring. But it wasn't because there was a lot of giggling intermixed.
My daughter is weird.
When she was four, her two front teeth became abscessed. They had to be pulled.
Before you pity her, though, read on.
This little girl was so excited to get her front teeth pulled by “Dr. Don” that the night before she told her older brother, “na na, na NA na, I’m getting my teeth pulled and you don’t. na na, na NA na!”
Her brother was not envious.
All right, I have just discovered, and am sorry to announce,
The English alphabet has failed us.
One day my son heard a really funny joke and said, “lol.”
He pronounced it like “lull”.
I did laugh out loud then.
I come from the generation that invented that word!
No. Knock, Knock.
No! Knock, Knock.
Who is there??!!
My son loves to read Japanese graphic novels. It could have something to with the fact he's part Japanese. Or maybe he just likes Manga.
I, too, find Japanese novels fascinating because they start where American novels end, and read in the opposite direction.
The other thing I find fascinating is that the Japanese graphic novels that are translated into English sometimes still have Japanese onomatopoeia. Other times, the onomatopoeia is translated into English, too, like "huh?" and "gyah!!!" I thought this was unintentional until a website changed my mind.
Onomatopoeia is a great way to make a seemingly innocent situation…
If you’re looking for a humorous post, I’m sorry to disappoint.
This post is Definitely. Not. Funny.
I know what you’re (maybe) thinking…
Isn’t the word ‘gasp’ onomatopoeia?
*Gasp* You’re right!
But that’s not the only one…
Now don’t get excited by the title of this post. I am decidedly NOT giving you the finger.
My son was reading my most favorite picture book in the whole wide world The Book with No Pictures (isn’t the irony delicious?), when he got to THAT page.
You know the one.
I love to hear onomatopoeia sing. Literally!
You don’t believe me?
All right, I’ll prove it.
The other day (or probably longer), my son had a homework assignment that he couldn’t figure out. He was supposed to find the onomatopoeia in a sentence. There wasn’t any beeps, or other obvious sounds, but in the sentence a moose crashed. And that was the onomatopoeia.
When I was a teen, I often wrote. OK, that’s probably not surprising. But what might be surprising is I loved to write about my “morning culture” – what it was like to wake up every day as JEN (yes, the butterfly landing on a stick was something I developed as a teenager).
Sometimes I’d start the story in the middle of a dream, but more often I’d begin the prompt with the BEEP…BEEP…BEEP of my alarm going off.
I can’t exactly recall which of my children was in kindergarten when I heard this, but there was a song taught about Annie who loved to scream. The song was designed to teach budding readers the short ‘a’ sound. So in the song, “Annie said Aaaaaa…”
Can’t remember the rest of it.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)