Skip to comments.Word for the Day, Monday February 3, 2013-- argy-bargy
Posted on 02/04/2013 4:59:07 AM PST by xsmommy
Word For The Day, Monday, 2/3/13
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of "Word for the Day".
vigorous discussion or dispute.Also called: argle-bargle a wrangling argument or verbal dispute
Etymology: from Scottish, compound based on dialect argle, probably from argue ]
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Here is my example with WFTD.
To put to rest the argy-bargy over his SHOOTING ALL THE TIME, the WH released this photo
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
No pushing at the door please!
good morning. i am somewhat disappointed that the murdering ray lewis was rewarded with a superbowl ring. good for Boomer for bringing up the murders last night. that should not be forgotten.
Do you expect me to argy-bargy over the use of this word as a noun instead of a verb?
only if you can submit proof that it can legit be used as a verb : )
“The Power plant strike. Argle bargle, or fooforaw?’’ — Kent Brockman,
Perhaps it’s just an argy-bargy in my own mind. I’ve only used the word twice in my life, afterall.
Is today “International-Talk-Like-A-Pirate” Day?
Good morning. I’m off to school but will return with homework and to observe the general argy-bargy here.
in your two posts on this thread? LOL, bc i have never used it myself outside of here, it’s a new one on me. A+++
Argy-bargy appears to be the Scottish version of orgey-borgy but I have no idea of what that is either and I'm not going to argue with a guy that wears a skirt and tortures a bag of pipes til it screams.
(p.s. I heard they don't wear anything under them skirts but I don't suggest trying to take a look)
44 days to Spring.
well i wouldn’t look away! ; ) A+++
While there is legitimate argy-bargy about if the best team won, there is no doubt local boy, Arther Jones, had a great game last night. All 3 Jones brothers are successful in sports. Jonny Bones Jones is the Light Heavy Weight UFC Champion and Chandler Jones played his first year as a New England Patriot. Arther’s 108 yard run was awesome.
oops i guess i lost a day.
A+++ i think xshub mentioned him/them yesterday. So what did we think of the commercials? Glad to hear that one of the ones voted worst was the GoDaddy one with I guess Bar Rafaeli kissing the dweeby chubby kid. that was DISGUSTING! we were eating dinner at the time with the TV on and i was the one that said OMG GROSS and everyone else turned to look at it. The clydesdale one made me bawl.
I liked the Clydesdale one, the would have had to be the Rav4 tire one. Really, we ignored the commercials, as most were blah.
good grief, ti...go back to bed, that sentence makes no sense.
What about the guy from Minnesota, the land of ten tousand lakes? All he needed was the fake dreads hat.
agreed - I didn’t think very many of the commercials were good last night - very disappointing.
When did he start going by Jacoby?
that was ok too, though it was hard to figure out where they were going with it. i guess the VW is so much fun you go jamaican?
puppy bowl was adorbs : )
did you tell me your marine likes beets? i roasted beets yesterday! per Paula’s instructions, she makes them all the time. I wondered if it was just us hunkies that like beets. you clean them and cut them from the greens etc. and rub them with oil and sprinkle with sea salt, wrap them in a little cocoon of foil in a pan and roast at 350 for like an hour or so. she uses the juice to make pickeled eggs. i am not a fan of those, but it’s a true polack dish and she loves those too.
I can’t understand why there’s always this argy-bargy about lip-synching by Beyonce- be-bouncy and other “artists” at major events.
A+++ no idea why. i thought she did fine. my daughter’s bf said he thought the outfits were kind of whorish, but i said that the June Taylor dancers on the Jackie Gleason show wore that kind of stuff, as do the Rockettes if i am not mistaken. i didn’t think they were bad.
While my husband is very easy to feed and will try almost anything without complaint, he refuses to eat asparagus or beets. I did roast a beet for myself recently and liked it. I did a very similar process but without the foil.
aha! i had it reversed, but i did recall you mentioning beets not that long ago.
You do have a good memory
just disregard my entire post.....exhaustion. after a 2 hour nap, my mind has cleared. and I barely drank anything at the party. rme
How many singers bow down their heads and keep hitting the notes? She did it throughout her act, she had to be lip syncing again.
Oh I didn’t watch her at all - I rarely watch the half time show and I can’t stand warbly singing...
do we hafta...? /whine ; ) A++++
62 and cloudy here, with rain maybe in the next day or two-
The argy-bargy going on
About people being armed
Is mostly being ginned up
By the willfully misinformed
The driveby media swoons again
With each stupid sentence spoken
Thinking because someone ran mad
The whole world must be broken
They drag out a disabled person
And yell over here-come and see-
Using someone’s dire misfortune
Just gets a negative from me...
To use someone who is dosabled is surely a sin-I thought it when James Brady wasa wheeled oput by the anti gun bunch, and I think it now. Shame, shame on Gifford’s husband and her so-called party...
You’d really think I’d spell “disabled” right, wouldn’t you?
I’m using “dosabled” as tomorrow’s word. It’s when you get your medicine and are then able to function. ;-)
where you been???
I didn’t see all of it, bc we always have home-made ice cream at half time. Some watch the game upstairs, some down. The hard core go down, so I went down. The ones who gab all during the game stay upstairs. I like to at least see some of the game, then I pulled a blanket over me and had to fight dozing off. Half time perked me up, I played with the dog during the second half while watching. During the blackout we all teased the dog. Sandy was exhausted by the time we left and went right to sleep. Made me sad seeing a healthy dog play, Missy doesn’t play anymore...she struggles.
Got home from Texas last night. Slept in this morning, then a bunch of meetings.
People are not sure it actually existed, so the animalated discussion about Noah’s Archy-Bargy will always continue ....
On the other hand, we have been promised that the world will never again be destroyed by flood. (Close readers will note that fire - meteor blasts for example - are not yet excluded from His list.)
I dealt with disabled clients every day as a casemanager, and I have contempt for those who use people with disabilities to get sympathy and support for their (usually dishonest) causes-but I have even more contempt for leeches who fake or overstate problems to get taxpayer money.
One of the greatest things about that job was busting and turning in those cheats to workers comp providers and SSI-an employers’ experience rate can go into overdrive if some cheaters get ruled unemployable by dishonest means. Damned few individuals are truly unemployable.
Thank you-reprehensible is too nice a word...
What about stars who need to bring their “emotional support” animals on airplanes?
i would take Jules on and claim we were emotionally supporting each other, since he’d probably start woofing at every stray noise on there! LOL!
Oh, my GOD, don’t go there, no, no, no-service DOGS-not horses, snakes or anything else-are there to assist people with severe deficits in vision, mobility, etc. If you need emotional support, go to a therapist like everyone else does-animals are not therapists, no matter what the unicorns-and-rainbows crowd says...
I had a client with a partial hearing loss who tried every lie known to man to get a service dog-she wanted a cute little terrier to alert her by jumping around if there was danger. Since she could hear as well as anyone with her hearing aids, the request was quite rightly denied. But unfortunately, not before she had managed to fib her way into getting a dog on a trial basis from an organization that provided them.
When the service dog people came to pick up the dog, they found that this 260 pound woman had taught it to open the dryer and bring the clothes, a few articles at a time to her on the couch, and to fetch her snacks from the fridge...