Tippecanoe

And now, another installment of "Vocabulary Corner", where I take I word that I have heard in conversation or seen in print, but have never really known what it means.

Today's word is...
preternaturally

1. Out of or being beyond the normal course of nature; differing from the natural.
2. Surpassing the normal or usual; extraordinary.
3. Transcending the natural or material order; supernatural.

From Latin praeter naturam, beyond nature


Our last word was ginormous.

As I sit here in the laundromat (it's the dryer this week, not the washer like last time) I'm trying to catalog the thoughts in my head:

• Did I walk the dogs before I left?
• A young lady on the back of one of those crotch rocket motorcycles, hanging all over her man, is a very sexy sight
• A young man having to sit on the back of said motorcycle is one of the most emasculating things that could happen to him
• Why does the president treat us like idiots?
• Why is that girl taking so long to fold her thong underwear?
• Why do I continue to stare even though she has caught me and is glaring back?
• Why isn't that guy wearing a shirt?
• I kind of miss the students around here
• In my defense, they shouldn't stack large piles of toilet paper in the dog food aisle to begin with
• This tiny keyboard is a bitch to type on
• Thong girl left something in her dryer. Should I point it out, or will she think I am stalking her?
• I should have spent more time with my kids this weekend
• Damn, which dryer has my clothes in it? They all look the same!

Apparently, I wasn't the only one at Borders last night. I am now featured in the background of a Girl in Black shot.

I'm at the West Lafayette Borders store at 10:30 at night awaiting the release of the latest Harry Potter saga. The activities are pretty lame, so the store is full of bored, anxious kids and tired, yawning parents. After hanging out here for the next 90 minutes, I have to drive to Von's Books up the street to actually purchase the book. (My wife makes the plans, and I just implement them.)

I think it's cool that my kids love to read, but couldn't they have done this at 8:00am on Saturday? Hopefully, I'll be able to stay awake on the ride home.

I've been awakened by the sound of my alarm clock, the light on my wife's bedstand, and by someone touching my shoulder, but I don't think I've ever before been roused from sleep by a smell.

Well, that all changed today when my dog laid a big puddle of excrement on the bedroom floor. It took 20 minutes to clean up, and now we're all sleeping in the living room.

(The last remaining of the five senses is taste. Have you ever been awakened by a taste? Maybe like the guy on the plane in the Listerine Breath Strips commercial?)