So, … I Am Feeling Chatty

Lulu says I need to seek medical attention.  She’s says I have been manic this week.  She told me to never work at that other place again!  Stay downtown mom where the River calms you.  And the smell of urine, well it is delightful.  And truthfully I’ve been kind of a mess.  But I am better! Really I am.  I promise!!  I’ve got this all figured out.  Let go and let God.  Seriously folks.  The secret to peace of mind.

After we got home earlier today, I tried on my new clothes and did laundry.  I love doing laundry!  I didn’t always but now washing clothes along with making the bed are two welcome consistencies in my otherwise Topsy-turvy life. And with laundry, there is a sense of accomplishment even if brief.  I guess the same could be said for all housework.

While the wash was going, I decided to tackle my office.  First up the bookshelf aka clutter central aka dumping ground for any type of paper that can be shoved in.  I took everything off the shelves and dusted them real good.  I meticulously put back the photos albums and other assorted books that I plan to keep.  I also have a pile of books that I no longer want that will go to Half Priced Books eventually.  Hey another reason to leave the house one upcoming weekend.

I am left with an over-sized chair full of photos, cards, etc… and I am not going to put that back.  I am going to organize and/or toss.  But I got tired and I quit.  For now.  Heaven help me this could take me the entire month of August.  I plan to do more tomorrow and even during the week.  I need to make hay while the sun shines.  The days are still long; I will have time after work.  Victory will be mine.

Any Who.  As I sorted through the stuff, I found some folders that Pony used when he was in college.  Inside I found a paper he had written about his best friend as a response to a prompt.  As I read it, I cried.  Dayum.  Feels good to know our kid has someone besides me, his dad and his sister in his corner.  Of course Wise is numero uno who comes first but then he has Brando.  Still best friends for the last 14 years.  Everyone should be so lucky to have a Brando.    The teacher made comments and had some red marks but then added your friend seems like a pretty cool guy.  Yep, you’d be correct.  Brando who is now a PhD candidate.  When the hell did that happen?!?!? Very cool indeed.

As always, more to come.

So, … I Am All Tuckered Out

Ever wonder where that expression came from?  Don’t Google it cuz you’ll see all kinds of stuff.  Not really.  I jest.  And I am all tuckered out.  I’ve exhausted myself with all my antics and my brain popping like popcorn, analyzing, and overthinking.  Stop damn thoughts!

Lulu and I had a very packed morning.  Items to return from last week at two different places.  New things to pick up to replace what did not work.  Getting home to try on and finding out more to return next week.  But it is worth it to not have to try on in the store.  This game I play.  Sometimes I get lucky and everything works.  If not, gives me a reason to leave the house again.  Explains why my clothes, shoes etc. fall apart.  I hate shopping.

The most fun was the one day only sale at Bath and Body Works.  I got my new bag for $8 and everything inside at 40% off.  Since they let you stack coupons, another 20% off entire purchase (which explains why my $10 bag was only $8).  We also got two free items to boot.  By my calculations we saved @ 70% once the free items were factored in.  Score!  The new fragrance Rose (feature photo) reminds me of my Mamaw.  I stocked up with some scent bulbs, body wash and spray.  Aromatherapy triggering memories.

Speaking of memories, every time we got back in the car, the tunes on the radio were killer reminders of the past.  I had written in recent months about not paying attention to lyrics back in the day.  Only recently realizing Steely Dan’s Time Out of Mind was really about chasing the dragon and ‘Til Tuesday’s Voices Carry was about an abusive relationship or affair.    There were even times we’d scream sing words that went right over our heads.  But then there was also the time we listened to a song over and over again.  Pause, rewind, repeat until we got the words just right.  Or better yet, somewhere along way they started putting lyrics on the insert of cassettes and later CDs.

Any Who folks.  There is nothing better than driving down the highway and a song comes on and you sing along verbatim and you don’t even know where the words come from … just bubbling up from your subconscious I guess.  And I am not talking about misunderstood lyrics that everyone gets wrong (Louie/Louie) but those classic or not so classic songs that struck a chord with us somehow.  Here is one such song that does that for me.

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As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 8/4/18 ~ Call

Woo hoo! Time once again to let my freak flag fly!  Oh my!  I can hear you gasping. Freak is completely un-PC.  And just Wednesday I called myself crazy.  But the good kind of crazy.  Webster’s 2nd definition which is extremely enthusiastic!! 

Now wait a darn minute.  Freak is not a bad word.  In the case of freak, I cite Webster’s 3rd definition.

3. a person who is obsessed with or unusually enthusiastic about a specified interest

Synonyms include enthusiast or devotee.  Those are good words.  And wait another darn minute.  How did words become good or bad?

I am so derailed.  Back to our purpose #SoCS.  The wonderful all knowing Linda says:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “call.” Use the word “call” or any word that contains those letters in that order. Have fun!



Think, think, and think.

And all I got is Call Me Maybe.


Get out of my head.  Out damn thought.  Music/lyrics usually heal me but this Call Me Maybe song … uh no.  And no offense to any Carly Rae fans.  To each his/her own.

Think, think, and think.  Call?

Communication method 

A connection by voice

Losing popularity 

Lost art of conversation

Deep man.  But true.  No one calls each other any more. I tell ya, TEXT will be looked back on as the bane of our existence.  The Queen, Drama has spoken.  Can you hear me now?  A cell phone commercial tag line that made the circuit.  Lol!

I have no idea where my flow is going but I am in a reminiscing mood.  I looked through my Class of ’83 memories book last night.  For some weird (here we go again PC police) reason I have a graffiti page where I wrote a bunch of sayings of the day.  Along with the ever famous “You ain’t got no friends cuz your momma dresses you funny”

we had “Crusin’ the boat” and “Alice in Porno Land” which had to be a nod to our Senior play that I wrote about here..

and “I didn’t tell ya?” to which if you were smart you’d reply “I didn’t effin ask ” before the person who asked “I didn’t tell you?” replied to your what? with “nunya” as in none of your effin business.

Burn – oh wait that’s the 70s, this was the 80s.

Any Who, among the graffiti I found “She’s to lazy to talk”  referring to a friend who never called any of us.  Even back then we had people who for whatever reason did not like to make phone calls.  I was not one of them.

I would get on my rotary dial phone and walk down the hallway to my bedroom for some privacy.  We had the extra long cord but it barely reached.  I’d be sitting right up against my door. Yakty Yak.  And we could talk for hours!  Until my dad would pick up the other line and say it IS time to hang up!  Memba my friend, you know who you are!!!

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As always, more to to come.