lickety-split

"Lickety-split!"

"Where it comes from is open to argument. Some dictionaries prefer to say
cautiously “origin unknown” but others consider it combines split with a
fanciful elaboration of lick. The latter turned up at about the same date in
expressions we still have: at a great lick or at full lick, also meaning to move
fast. This might have something to do with an animal persuaded to go fast by
means of a “lick” from a whip, a figurative use of the standard sense that’s
also the source of lick for giving somebody a beating. Another form around in US
dialect in the nineteenth century was lick it, as in “he went as fast as he
could lick it” and some writers think that lick it was the source of lickety,
though the dates of recording of the various forms suggest otherwise.

Split is just an intensifying word that happens to have formed a satisfying
combination, perhaps because splitting implied a violent separation. If things
had turned out differently, we might now be saying lickety-click instead, which
is just as meaningless. In settling on split, however, Americans provided a
springboard for split in the sense of leaving or departing, recorded from the
1950s."

Well friends, I truly hope you enjoyed your ELA/history lesson for today.

Today I felt a bit like a horse persuaded to go fast due to licks (beatings) on my behind. Ever feel like that!? Like, if I didn't have to... I wouldn't. But I have to, and I have to really hard and really fast - go places and be ALL there these days, and I think it's the Lord's mercy that He calls. I'd miss out sooooo, if He didn't call, or send, and say obediance is what I require, cause I'm thinkin that I'm in no mood to do that Lord, likety-split. In fact, I'd rather umm... I dunno - sit. Perhaps sit and be inaffective, and then later feel a tad guilty over my sitting... and then choose to repeat my lathargic option.

Listen. We all need rest. I know that. And the Lord grants sleep to those He loves - says so in Psalms, so He's not calling us or whipping us to death. No, He's calling us to life, and in serving and feeling slap worn out. And in moving lickety-split, when HE says so...

we live.

fyi: This is not my Jeep Liberty - waaaayyyy too clean and... nice, but I have a dirty version with kid crumbs in the backseat and a melted crayon stain in the front. I use lots of fuel and go lots of places and - um, return to beginning and try to pull together the connection. Oh and was sick and tired of having no pictures on my blog. Thanks, google images.