There's a new kid on the block for Mon Funday. A Screed in Time decided to take on the job of hosting Mon Funday for the month of April.
Thanks to Roger for taking on this task. Being the host of Mon Funday is a dangerous an interesting job. It requires threatening asking a bunch of bloggers to join in on the fun. The host must choose challenges for the rest of us to ramble about and learn how to use Mr. Linky so that those of us who sign up are listed with our links. And, usually, the host/hostess visits each of us globbers and makes some type of profound statement about what we've posted. So, if you've interested in meeting Roger and also see who's participating this week, use the link above.
The first thing I had to do before creating this post was find out what "screed" meant. Here's what I learned:
Definition of SCREED
Noun
1. a long discourse or essay, especially a diatribe.
2. an informal letter, account, or other piece of writing.
Building Trades
a. strip of plaster or wood applied to a surface to be plastered to serve as a guide for making a true surface.
b. wooden strip serving as a guide for making a true level surface on a concrete pavement
c. board or metal strip dragged across a freshly poured concrete slab to give it its proper level.
British Dialect:
a. fragment or shred, as of cloth.
Scot:
a tear or rip, especially in cloth.
b. drinking bout.
Origin:
1275–1325; Middle English screde torn fragment, irregular (with sc- for sh- ) representing Old English scrēade: shred
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It's my assumption that in Roger's case, we're talking about the first two definitions ! Either that or he's a piece of plaster, wood, a metal strip, a shred of cloth, or best of all . . . a drinking bout !
With that bit of research out of the way, we shall continue with the challenge today.
Roger says this:
Welcome to my first attempt at hosting Fun Monday, I hope that you will find this month's journey to be an enjoyable experience, and maybe even one to make you think a little bit. A little about me first though. I am a bit quirky and like to just throw a few abstract things out on occasion, which may be a concern to some of you. Fret not, it's all in harmless fun and at least you don't have to live with the voices in my head. That being said, I hope that my questions are suitable for getting you to think a little bit more outside of your realm of comfort. Sounds scary doesn't it ?
That sentence about him being quirky and may be a concern to some of us, made me giggle just a little. At this place, the "quirkier the bettier."
Roger gave us a choice this week. The one I chose was:
If you could pick any ten years over again, without changing them, which ten years would you choose and why ? These years do not have to be consecutive years, but there should be ten, okay ?
Here goes:
1952
1969
1974
1972
1981
1993
1994
2005
2010
2011
That's my ten.
Nope !
I'm not telling why.
That would take the fun out of it. (That will be the next post.)
So, now it's your turn.
Choose a year or two or three, and make a guess why it's listed as a year I would live over again.
Dear Roger,
One thing you need to know. I most often don't follow the rules at Mon Funday.
Sincerely,
Swampwitch
