Amanda Rountree

Ack, okay.  I’ll admit it.  I make noises.  All the time.   Wack-a-doo little sounds can oft be witnessed escaping my mouth ’cause they’re simply superior at conveying my exact feelings than words are.  And I love words.  (Mmmm-num-num-num…don’t get me wrong!  This lady loves words).  But sometimes, noises are just better.  Hoo-diddle-lee-dee!*

It’s when I don’t realize I’m doing it that it gets me in trouble.  See, I’ve grown so accustomed to emitting the little buggers, that I don’t even notice when they come out anymore.  A “buh” or an “uggh” or an “eeeeeeeep” could come out at any moment, really. I don’t have to be lifting something heavy or seeing a mouse. (Eeeek!  Just the thought!)  And it has gotten worse I believe.  For it has been brought to my attention more and more frequently that I just made a unique (read: improper) noise in an unbefitting location.  And I wasn’t even aware of my doing so!  Gah.

Ahem.  Now let me make one thing ever so clear.  I don’t think it’s wrong to make little noises.  Ah, no!  To the contrary–I think it is quite a good thing.  They’re so very enjoyable and they make life a little more polka-dotted with fun.  Yee!  It’s my increasing oblivion to my own sound effects that troubles me.  Sigh.  After all, the enjoyment of experiencing them is lost if I don’t…uh, you know, experience them.  Hrm.

Anyhoodlies, I think what I’ll try to do is be a wee more conscious about it.  Just to enjoy ‘em more.  Y’know?  Ahhhh…

Oh.  But that does seem like a lot of work…  Meh.

Well, maybe if I take it just one peep at a time.  Dee-duh-lee…Doot-dee-doo…  (Mmm!  That one was delicious!)

*And the typing out of a fun sound simultaneously satisfies both my devotion to these peculiar utterances and my infatuation with fashioning gratifying spellings of new-ish words!  Wheeee!