when I got to 13 posts for the A-Z April (2018) Challenge I’d have a par-tay. Half way there is the goal I set for myself. But I am cuckoo y’all. Or superstitious. I cannot stop on 13. I CAN stop at 12 or 14. Lol.
And today I decided to stop at 12 until I have time to write BOTH 13 and 14. I am not gonna jinx myself see. Now scram. We’re burning daylight ala the Duke as in Duke Wayne. And we’re having early Easter this evening. I’ve got places to go and peoples to see.
We’re new to Netflix and have decided to semi binge Orange is the New Black. I say semi binge because we watch an episode or two then skip days before watching again. In a word interesting. Though I think generations past would scratch their heads at what counts for entertainment these days.
Toe-may-toe, Tuh-mah-toe
I guess I should quit trying to write in onomatopoeia huh?
Well alrighty then, it’s time once again for #SoCS. I am super excited that tomorrow is Easter. The Dubs will be celebrating a day early. Yippee!!
The lovely Linda has given us our prompt and without further ado, here it is:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bun.” Find a word that contains “bun” or use it as a word all by itself. Have fun!
Hmmm. Bun. Think, think, think!
I s’pose I could go with bunny and be Easter themed but I did that post yesterday.
And truth be told, the first thing that popped into this ole noggin when I saw the prompt was “Bun in the Oven”. Followed quickly by I love you Honey Bunny in this scene from Pulp Fiction.
At :42 you can hear Samuel L. Jackson and at 1:02 you can see John Travolta walk by. Only in re-runs did I notice that.
People are always shocked when I say I enjoyed this movie. Well, enjoyed may not be exactly the best description. Grabbed my attention maybe?
I vividly remember going to the dollar theater after it been out a while. No one would see it with me. B does not care for QT. And to be fair Pony was only six years old. It was the second time I went to a movie solo. The first time being to see Philadelphia.
The fiction in Pulp Fiction man. I tell ya. The way the story started at the end and loop-d-looped all around until we are back at the beginning. All the sub-plots intertwined. As a pseudo writer, I appreciate the chops it took to create this gem. And several of you out there are looking at me all weird now. But whatever.
Besides, bun in the oven … that ship, she has sailed waaaayyyy far away. To the end of the ocean.
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I love Easter! In fact, I prefer Easter to Christmas. I miss my mommy and daddy the most at this time of year. Even more than other holidays/birthdays/anniversaries. The foundation they provided us was most evidenced during the Lenten season. A foundation I regret not passing along to my two kiddos. I tried. We tried. But in this case I say our best wasn’t quite good enough. But since there is no time for regrets, I will list some of my fondest Easter memories instead.
Easter weekend trips to the coast, Lago Vista or Lake Travis.
Hunting for Easter eggs with the nieces and nephews.
The year the four kids still at home each got a chick that was dyed purple, blue, green and red (I know you animal rights activists are angry) but we took them to Grandma Js and they went into her chicken coop. My brother’s red one did really well if memory serves.
Chocolate bunnies and a memory of one year when mom hid them in the trailer before the trip, likely while we were at school, to surprise us. Then Easter morning they were all melted. I was little. I may have cried to see the smooshed bunny face until daddy told me the chocolate would taste the same.
Saving the licorice jelly beans for daddy because he was the ONLY one who liked them.
The smell of the salt air and feel of the breeze on my face as we rode the Ferry to Port Aransas on Good Friday mornings. I don’t know if they still let you get out of your car. Back then they did and of course we always got out even though the ride was short.
Baking – the bunny cake and cotton tails which we are reviving this year.
Today I worked a split shift. I just logged off for the day. I’ve always wanted to say that. Why? Well cuz it sounds importante doesn’t it? Split shift. Or not. I dream stuff up sometimes. Illusions of grandeur maybe? Anyhoo …
I left San Antonio at 1 pm CST to go pick up the kidlet in Corpus Christi. Not two short weeks ago she had Spring Break and now it is almost Easter. On the ride back, we caught up. She mentioned she was glad I did not insult her when she entered the car like I did last time. Who knows what the hell I said last time but I remember feeling remorseful. Sometimes I speak before I think. Most times I blurt. Yep, I am a blurter of thoughts. And, my thoughts need to be kept to myself.
We had a deep conversation about an issue important to both of us and when she gave me her thought out well informed opinion, I had this overwhelming sense of satisfaction. There is something about realizing your kids who are now adults have turned out to be good people. Not perfect mind you. I have finally forgiven her. Shame on me for taking so long to get over it.
We had the radio off most of the way … to talk but as we were almost home, I turned it back on. Jack FM plays my jams now that I’ve kicked Sirius to the curb. Lulu started singing along verbatim … exact word for word.
Me: How do you know that song?
Lulu: I know all songs, it’s my thing. I’d win Shazam. We should try and get on that show.
Me: No really how do you know the words? You’re not old enough to know this song.
Lulu: I just do.
Me: What’s the name then? I can’t remember?
Lulu: Africa by Toto
Not that this is fave or anything but still catchy. I joined in and this time she didn’t stop singing when I did. We practically scream sang …
It’s gonna take a lot to take me away from you There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
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Songwriters: Jeff Porcaro / David Paich / Karl Wolf
Then she told me the BF listens to Bowie and Frank Sinatra. Well then Fly Me To the Moon. And her favorite 80s song is Roxanne by the Police. What the what?! Or Call Me by Blondie. Go on now! Shut the front door. Will wonders never cease? Who knew? Lol. I have hope for this younger generation after all :).
No, not that kind of blocked up. Besides what you’re thinking of is backed up and that’d be TMI. I’ve only got NINE entries y’all. I need more. I need 26 to be precise. Second guessing myself I really should have picked a theme beyond writing in A to Z order. O for example …what can I do for O when my only thought is that O is for ocelot. Lol. Maybe I could do something with that.
Anyhoo. I’ve got time. That’s what I tell myself. Not finishing is NOT an option. Guess I will peruse the site some more 2018 A2Z Challenge which I think may have a post about un-used themes. Now I’m feeling lucky.
The Sunshine Blogger award is given by bloggers to bloggers who inspire positivity and creativity in the blogging community. Now here I go … gonna act all Sally Field for a moment. I am after all the queen comma drama as my dear friend used to say. Thank you Laura for the nomination.
Peeps check out her blog here: https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/ you’ll be glad you did.
I one J-Dub McGillicutty will honor these rules partially. Cuz in addition to being a queen of the dramatic nature, I’m a rule breaker. And here they are in all their glory:
The rules for accepting the award are as follows:
Thank the Blogger who nominated you. – Check, see above and go visit Laura.
Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions. Here is the partial part. I do not know 11 people. Well, you say that’s a cotton picking lie. But nope cuz I am being figurative – the opposite of literal. Or I am taking liberties as they say. More specifically, I don’t know 11 people who will play along. I will however list 11 new questions and anyone can join in. My comments section is always open for bidness. Harlot!
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My Answers:
What’s your favorite thing about your blog? That writing takes me away to that special place. Oh, oh, oh sweet child o’ mine. Yes everything is a song lyric to me. GnR rock on. Though Mr. Rose does disgust me – a blog for another day and my opine only.
Of the posts you’ve written, which is your favorite? No way to choose really so I will have to say this one.
You have the chance to be any movie or book character of your choice, who do you choose? Towanda from Fried Green Tomatoes so I can purposefully hit another car with my car and say “let’s face it girls, I am older and I have more insurance” lol 🙂
What is your favourite book or story and why? I LOVE all books even the crappy ones. Why? because the written word has saved some souls. If I have to choose, I will go with The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch
What would your best friend tell me about you? She talks a lot.
What is the story behind your blog name? I began with musings and ramblings or vice versa cuz that’s what I do but there are too many musers and ramblers out there. In a desperate attempt to be unique, I changed to J-Dub’s Grin and Bear It because that’s my name and that’s what I do. Every day y’all, so exhausting 🙂
What’s one of your most embarrassing or funniest moments? I wore two different shoes to work. Same style just different colors. One was black, the other navy. I wasn’t embarrassed but I laughed.
Name 3 songs that characterize you. Still Standing by Elton John, Don’t Stop Believing by Journey and Crazy Train by the one, the only Ozzy Osbourne
What is your most sentimental keepsake? My mother’s wedding ring set
Name one thing on your bucket list? Build our little cabin in the woods. Casa de Dub 2.0.
What accomplishment are you most proud of? Nothing, pride is a venial sin. Did I get that right dearly departed mom and dad? Hmm, nope. I think pride is a mortal sin. Either way, I am not proud of anything I’ve accomplished.
The hype, the nostalgia, who knows how long those things will keep the ratings going? I’ll stick around for a while especially after reading we just wanted Goody back. We didn’t care how during the Good Morning America interview. Seeing that Michael Fishman said that made me teary. That’s right DJ, we didn’t care how either.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 