The Bible says "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone"...and if that's the case, well, there will be no stone-throwing in my immediate future because "people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."
Leaving no stone unturned, I thought I'd come up with as many uses of the word "stone" as I could muster. Here goes:
Things I've done once: gotten stoned, hiked Stone Mountain, listened to The Rolling Stones, read Rolling Stone magazine, visited Stonehenge, skipped stones.
Food: I like stone crabs, but not stone fish; MSG makes me feel stoned; The Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village, is now a bagel store. As a stepping stone, I'm eating more stone-ground flour so I can fit in an old pair of stone-washed jeans, and what with this diet, that may be just a stone's throw away.
People: stone-faced people are miserable; I'd like to find a good stone cutter for some gem stones I own; I've worked with both stone-blind and stone-deaf people; stone butches carry a big stick but have soft hearts, the first Harry Potter book was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (in the US, but in the UK it was called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone; Of course, nothing is written in stone and I'll be stone-cold dead by the time I think of every use of the word.
Expressions: "a rolling stone gathers no moss" and "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me". Which leads me to kidney stones which hurt me.
I lived a peaceful, stone-less existence for 40 years when all the sudden, I felt like someone was firing a machine gun into my back. Several years (and kidney stone attacks later) I was told I have a congenital kidney disease called Medullary sponge kidney. In other words, I'm a stone-makin' mama, always have been, always will be. My kidneys are a veritable pin-ball machine. Once one dastardly little stone leaves my kidney and travels the painful path down my ureter, through my bladder and into my urethra, another one lines-up and gets ready to follow the same path, again and again and again. I passed a stone last week which was large enough to cover Lincoln's head on a penny. It took a month for this bugger to make its grand exit, and when it finally did, I did a happy dance.Being stoned is not all it's cracked up to be. Trust me.
