Function: noun
Pronunciation: 'jen-zm
Middle English jen-isme, from Middle French & Latin; Middle French, partly from Latin jen-isma (from Greek) & partly from Latin jen-ismus, from Greek jen-ismos; Greek jen-isma & jen-ismos, from verbs in -izein -ize
1 a : act : practice : process b : manner of action or behavior characteristic of a (specified) Jenai
2 : adherence to a system or a class of principles
3 : characteristic or peculiar feature or trait
4 a : state : condition : property b : Normal state for someone called Jenai or condition resulting from excess of a (specified) thing or marked by resemblance to (such) a person or thing <Jenism>
The Plant:
At the door the little redhead stopped and thought. But only for a minute. A Jen-Minute was a neo-second to most others. You see, she was always running in 5th gear mentally... too bad it was also when she took turns on the thought road and would skitter off the road. And there are times when the whole thing slipped right into neutral!
ah yes, where was she? She bent over and brushed some of the dirt from her feet. Giving her toes a little wiggle with a smile coming over her face and darted inside. A tiny itty bitty red clay pot in her hand.
In a flurry of tumbling fire hued waves, she skittered now down the hall, Pitter Patter Slappity went the bottom of her feet till she came to the living room. Well it's where they all hung out like a bunch of she lions on sofas instead of rocks with it's various pieces of pillows and other chases. It was here that each one of the sisters had their own or favorite chair that fit them. Jen's was of course a massive mess of pillows and strolls.
Anyway! Bouncing to a stop she skipped to the window. With sudden gentleness she set the pot down sweetly, as if it was a bubble instead of earth made clay.
A baby Venus fly trap sat nestled in the mossy wet pot, Soil still bulged over one edge.
"There! I'll call you, " Now, JenJen thinking like JenJen's often do, had to give this new Pet of hers a good name. Oh she came up will a dozen names, but some seemed too prissy or too mean, so she settled on "Cleo!"
"I bet you would like some music!" she spun on her heals so fast she ended up with a piece of hair in her mouth. Plooy-ing it out, she jumped over the coffee table and reached for the stereo. Yeah they had a stereo, goddess they aren't barbarians! Big Band started blasting through the speakers, filling the house with the "Dirty Boogie" Plants liked music right?
Pronunciation: 'jen-zm
Middle English jen-isme, from Middle French & Latin; Middle French, partly from Latin jen-isma (from Greek) & partly from Latin jen-ismus, from Greek jen-ismos; Greek jen-isma & jen-ismos, from verbs in -izein -ize
1 a : act : practice : process b : manner of action or behavior characteristic of a (specified) Jenai
2 : adherence to a system or a class of principles
3 : characteristic or peculiar feature or trait
4 a : state : condition : property b : Normal state for someone called Jenai or condition resulting from excess of a (specified) thing or marked by resemblance to (such) a person or thing <Jenism>
The Plant:
At the door the little redhead stopped and thought. But only for a minute. A Jen-Minute was a neo-second to most others. You see, she was always running in 5th gear mentally... too bad it was also when she took turns on the thought road and would skitter off the road. And there are times when the whole thing slipped right into neutral!
ah yes, where was she? She bent over and brushed some of the dirt from her feet. Giving her toes a little wiggle with a smile coming over her face and darted inside. A tiny itty bitty red clay pot in her hand.
In a flurry of tumbling fire hued waves, she skittered now down the hall, Pitter Patter Slappity went the bottom of her feet till she came to the living room. Well it's where they all hung out like a bunch of she lions on sofas instead of rocks with it's various pieces of pillows and other chases. It was here that each one of the sisters had their own or favorite chair that fit them. Jen's was of course a massive mess of pillows and strolls.
Anyway! Bouncing to a stop she skipped to the window. With sudden gentleness she set the pot down sweetly, as if it was a bubble instead of earth made clay.
A baby Venus fly trap sat nestled in the mossy wet pot, Soil still bulged over one edge.
"There! I'll call you, " Now, JenJen thinking like JenJen's often do, had to give this new Pet of hers a good name. Oh she came up will a dozen names, but some seemed too prissy or too mean, so she settled on "Cleo!"
"I bet you would like some music!" she spun on her heals so fast she ended up with a piece of hair in her mouth. Plooy-ing it out, she jumped over the coffee table and reached for the stereo. Yeah they had a stereo, goddess they aren't barbarians! Big Band started blasting through the speakers, filling the house with the "Dirty Boogie" Plants liked music right?