Random word: Ensconced

Ensconced is a Spanish word meaning to be in a scone.  If you are not familiar with scones, its the European version of a dry, joyless donut.  This term was used mostly in the early 1900’s to describe aristocrats that had grown in both wealth and girth.  It is as if they literally lived in pastries. 

Got Milk?

This of course is silly and false.  Ensconce means to put yourself somewhere.  Like how when a 17 year old audience member heckles me and announces that I must be “sad and lonely” (12/12/14) I ensconce myself in bed for a few days.  Is this not relatable?  Maybe a better example is how I have managed through the rebirth of this blog to ensconce myself in the hearts and minds of my regular readers.  I read the stats, there are 2!  I’m married to one of them!  I might be the other one!  If no one else reads my blogs I can say with some authority that my entire readership loves my writing so much that they would marry me.

C://run-I-Do

You know what is not ensconced in MY heart?…  Christmas!  Honestly, not a fan.  My view for the last decade or so is that it is a holiday primarily for children.  I am not a child, nor do I have one.  This holiday is not for me.  We do have a few young nephews that we will be spending Christmas morning with, and that will be fun.  I’m not a Grinch.

My favorite Christmas gift as a child?  Why thank you for asking, me.  The one that really stands out to me was the year my parents got me a hockey stick.  It’s a strange pick, because I don’t think I ever used it for anything other than breaking other things I was given.  I must have asked for it, though I have no idea why I would.  I have never played or aspired to play hockey, I have never watched hockey, none of my friends played hockey.  My entire history with hockey is as follows:

• I got a hockey stick for Christmas. 
• My mother really liked the movie “The Cutting Edge” and sometimes I would watch it with her.

That’s it.

Why was it my favorite?  You are a very engaged listener, me.  I’m not entirely sure why this one sticks out in my head.  I think I must have been excited because it wasn’t wrapped, just resting against the tree.  My laziness started early.  I just walked down stairs and… hey, a hockey stick.  Winner!

Bring the stick to me…