Here is the before:
Only something a momma Furze could love 🙂 The price of beauty. Wonderful bath oils.
Here is the before:
Only something a momma Furze could love 🙂 The price of beauty. Wonderful bath oils.
I’m not dreaming
I love that rumble
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Except when I lose reception. Oh well guess I’ve got to read.
Thank you Jim. I am very Wayne and Garth not worthy for the Liebster. I appreciate the nom as in nomination. Look at me all shorthand and everything. The kid left me again. Before she did she was trying to make sure I had plans. She worries about me 😦 I didn’t have plans but she doesn’t need to know that. Until this … answering your questions are my plans.
Jims asks
Now I am supposed to nominate five fellow bloggers. The last time I did that, there were crickets. I have no idea who will play along and who will say no way. Plus I remember being last picked for teams. No bueno. I will open this wide open and say anyone who would like to join in, then answer these 11 questions.
Ugly? Or Not?
Beauty is in the eye 👁 of the beholder.
Wondering if anyone can even guess what this is?
Virtual bragging rights if you do.
For Richmond Road – WRiTE Club link within.
Gooood moorrrrning blogosphere! Time once again for # SoCS. The lovely Linda has given us our prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “so far.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
C’mon J-Dub, think, think, think
So far …
So far what?
So far, so good!
For the love of God and all things living is that all you’ve got?
Your mind is racing lady, you’ve got stuff. Lots of things are going on all at once as so happens in this big beautiful world while living this thing called LIFE.
So far, so good on the posts for the A-Z Challenge. And because of that challenge, you were tipped off to another one called Write Club. Novel idea! Get it? Of course you “get it”. What’s not to get? lol. All but one of the Write Club winners published. Sweet success ratio.
This challenge…
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One more post … Turned into … One more post … And this time I mean it!
I am done.
Until this afternoon
When I will be crying in my Post Toastees
I read this yesterday How Much Do Dreams Affect You?
Well yesterday my time, versus 3:03 a.m. the author’s time which is how my comment is displayed. At 3:03 a.m. Central Standard Time (CST), I was snoring.
Rabbit hole alert!
I am no longer sure I am on CST. Dayum daylight (non-plural) saving time. Oh how I loathe thee. Also aren’t you awed and amazed at how connected we’ve become across geography all the while shrinking into ourselves and becoming hermits? I mean really y’all. Well the latter is what I do. I diminish into my head.
Anyhoo …
This was my comment – I think dreams are our subconscious at work. I don’t always remember mine. And even the ones I remember don’t affect me all day.
And don’t cha know that I remembered my dream from last night for the first time in ages. Or a short while. Or forever. I forget. Okay, I lied. I am the dream whisperer.
Lulu woke me at the pinnacle scene/dream sequence which might be why I remembered.
The dream was about things that have been stressing me … my lack of wardrobe (not that I am a diva, the opposite, my clothes are tattered) AND my health. In this dream, a dear sweet BFF from work was helping me find clothes that fit. I was telling her how I felt bad with my diagnosis of osteo-everything. She reminded me to give her the deets on the pharma and she’d ask her nurse sister (life imitating dream as we’ve discussed this before).
Next she was gone. Poof! And I was going to the doctor. A new one. Maybe has something to do with my rheumatologist appointment in April. My dream doctor turned out to be my nephew (who has distanced himself from all of us lately). Surprise! His office was atop a craggy mountain. I made my way to the precipice; then I saw him and started crying. He hugged me and looked over my shoulder commenting Who is he? I turn and to the right was my dearly departed brother but alive and well.
Dr. Nephew: Is that you I smell?
Bro: Maybe? Let’s try this again, shall we?
Deep inhale …
Me still crying: I know the smell is coming from me.
Dr. Nephew & Bro: Yes, Jill, we smell your disease.
Then I am AWAKE! OMGee!!!!! What can that mean?
Years back before Dan was officially diagnosed with lymphoma, his breath gave off a sort of sour yeasty smell. We often wonder if the diagnosis had been made then, would he have survived? And of course, now I am sure I am dying. Well what else is new?
Rhetorical peeps.
This house is clean.
As always, more to come.
**** P.S. as an aside, would you have voted for this? Or is it a crap fest? Or somewhere in between? ****
I am gauging my appeal (or utter lack thereof). I am NOT breaking WRiTE Club rules. Cuz I am not promoting myself or any other writer. Also, I cannot not use this anyway since you can’t have posted the story anywhere else before, even on your blog.
And by crap, I mean messing with my mind.
One more quick post before I move from this spot.
I am burning daylight ala the Duke.
Or Wayne as in John that is.
I will have more than enough time for stuff like this tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
I got up at 8 am to make pancakes as our final breakfast of Spring Break 2018.
This afternoon Lulu will be back home.
Yep I said it and I meant it.
Her home is elsewhere.
And I am not sad about that because …
Independence is what we all want right?
Say right.
Temporary as her first home away from her original home may be …
There is never a truer statement in you can’t go home again.
All has changed.
All is as it should be.
Out damn spot.
Now where was this flow when I was trying to write something off the cuff about GREEN.
As always, more to come.
I clicked around, reading one by one the Green prompt posts on #SoCS 3/17/18. I commented a time or two but I am not in a very talkative mood today. Times I wanted to comment but stopped in my tracks too caught up in my head. My brain is constantly filled with #whatif. And not in a good way either but in a Beth and Randall game of worst case scenario way. This is a reference that any This is Us viewers will understand. If you don’t get it, watch the show. The storylines will give you the feels I promise.
As I neared the end, there was the Bee one link between her post and my own. She mentioned #whatif along with #SoCS. Serendipity causing me to write the following:
Seeds turned sprouts
Pushing up through the soil
Rich with nutrients
Adverse with toil
To the light of day
Breaking ground
To become what may
As always, more to come.
Well alrighty then, time once again for #SoCS. The lovely Linda has given us our prompt.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “green.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Think, think, think.
I got nothing y’all. My flow is stymied, stifled and any other word that begins with st and means stuck!
Green
The color of my eyes
Green
My favorite color and not because green is the color of my eyes.
Green
Nope still going nowhere. I do have things to say but for some reason I have become private. Ha! I can hear you laughing. I have bared my soul to bloglandia. Or have I? Back to bottling up the feels.
Going nowhere
Really trying hard
Every
Expectation
Neglected
Here are the rules and pingback.
As always, more to come.