For 9/30/18 ~ Neil Young – Heart of Gold

Helen gave us the prompt search for today’s #SLS.   I immediately thought of “Looking for Love” by Johnny Lee.  I could just picture Debra Winger and John Travolta (Sissy and Bud) on the big screen.  But nope.  Not only no but hail no! Country is my least favorite genre.

Next I thought of “All My Life” performed by the Foo Fighters.  With lyrics that begin: All my life I’ve been searching for something it is an exact fit.  Instead of going with my first thought bubbles, I decided to search for search.  And I am glad I did because I found this gem.  LOVE the harmonica!!! Lyrics contained within.

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Rules and Ping Back

Haiku 9/29/18

A haiku story for you on this lovely Saturday morning.

Not very mature
To talk smack about her friend
What are you teaching?

You’ve no idea
What she has had to endure
Strong beyond belief

Fucking fat you said
Judged based on looks alone

Deep hurt from your words

Do you even know?
That you’ve damaged self esteem
Mean is not funny

Think before you speak
One day the tables could turn
Due your comeuppance

I wrote the above as a way to deal with my anger.  I really want to give the benefit of the doubt.  Just maybe what was said was done so in empathy and not holier than thou judgment.  Because after all, what was said is true.  And often times the truth hurts.  This time, it hurt my kid and now she is sure they feel the same way about her.  I mean why wouldn’t they?

Lulu loves her best friend.  They have been through a shit storm together.  Funny (strange not ha-ha) how people with problems some times gravitate toward each other.  I think there is a reason for that and not always to make things worse.  Sometimes it is to offer support for things which no one else can understand.  Somehow in this big ole universe, their paths crossed.  For that I am forever grateful.

Why is it that some of the most outwardly devout Christians are anything but Christian behind closed doors?  Notice I said some, not all.  And the question is rhetorical.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 9/29/18 ~ dom

Here we go on Mister Toad’s wild ride aka #SocS.  Without skipping at beat, Linda says our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dom.” Use it as a word, or find a word that starts or ends with it. Have fun! and Jilly McGillicutty is off!

MSU – Making Stuff Up

Thursday I was in an all day training session.  The instructor was a jokester making boring material fun to learn.  She quipped, we are always MSU around here, you know what that means?  Making stuff up. She proceeded to joke her way through the exercises.  She played music in the background unless we were watching some You Tube – Dan Pink’s Drive.  Check out anything he has done, you’ll love it.  I promise.  She also called a girl in the class a biatch (spelled phonetically for effect) because the girl folded some of the class materials which were meant to be re-used. The instructor apologized for her sense of humor.  Said she grew up on base riding the base bus with 18 to 22-year-old soldiers and that apparently informed her comicality.

I for one think she had the freeDOM to be as sarcastic as she wanted to be.  I am not easily offended.  Usually not easily offended … sometimes … okay … not really. And in corporate America being snarky and calling your student a bitch is really frowned upon.  Okay to act like a bitch maybe but not to be called out for it.  Where is the freeDOM in that?

Any who, since I was in class, I missed the circus that came to town.  And you can guess to which act under the Big Top I am referring because this was a three-ring mother fucker.  Mother-fucker, mother-fucker, mother-fucker.  No matter WHICH side you are on.

Someone please wake me up, I must be dreaming.

Rules and Ping Back.

As always, more to come.

#FlashFiction 9/28/18

Flash Fiction 100 words or less.

Fool Me Once

Dammit, she did it again!  How could she be so stupid to believe Lois?  Fuck Lois! Liar! Trying to cover her tracks with innuendo.  Half truths and Photoshop. A desperate ploy that hooked Helen every single time.

Sympathy or disgust? Doormat or steam roller? She could be either.  Her sharp tongue could end Lois. Cut her. Hurt her. No more walking around on eggshells.  No more sleepless nights. And to think once upon a time she felt guilty for not giving a damn.

Something inside her was like biting on tinfoil.


#1linerWeds. 9/26/18

Time for #1linerWeds.  Linda shared pics of squirrel prints.  Squirrels are evil but I will save my squirrel post for another day as I try to keep my streak alive 🙂

Here’s my #1liner for today.

At the time, I was in the cruddiest place a journalist can be – between stories and out of ideas … I was looking for an assignment to get myself out of the office for a day ~ Monica Hesse

Boy did she find an assignment!! Turned into the book Love, Arson, and Life in a Vanishing Land: American Fire.  I will write my review of her book later.  I picked this one line because it reminded me that I once had dreams of being a reporter.

Ah to be young again!  To see the world as my oyster.  To believe that I have unlimited choices.

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As always, more to come.


Pretty sure folks refer to this series by initials. I was so excited to see Samira Wiley won an Emmy. For a different character in a different show. One we’ve yet to watch but still happy.

Any who. We’ve wrapped watching season six. Kick in the gut ending. Not what you think either. Won’t spoil it for those who have yet to see it. Very contemporary in the news topic though. Heartbreaking 💔

With 10 months left to go before seven premieres, we’re looking for something new. And what to our wondering eyes did appear but American Horror Story. Now to pick which season. Decisions, decisions.

As always more to come.

Schaefer’s Skimmers & Sippers

That’s my club yo.

We had book club business at the top of the hour. Turns out someone is not returning because the books we read are too “dark”. Not even.

We do alternate between fiction and nonfiction. Some of the non-fiction was rough. I couldn’t finish Another Day in the Death of America by Gary Younge. The first chapter broke my heart and I was through.

Though I do have an affliction of being drawn to the horrors of life. Give me true crime. Give me memoirs of broken people. Gritty and raw or fiction that reads that way. Thank you Jodi Picoult!

I’ve been told by my former therapist don’t read that genre anymore if doing so makes you anxious. And still I pick them. Whether they’re book club fodder or not.

And at least half of the book club is usually talking about anything but the book. Like tonight for example current events came into the equation. Then we veered to Europeans being more free with their bodies. And Diana Ross squeezing lil Kim’s pastie at the VMAs. Google it! You know you want to. Next up someone shared a personal experience running cross country. Shirtless boys but girls who had to wear shirts over sports bras.

Love how we hop down rabbit holes. Never a dull moment. And there was even disagreement and healthy debate. Legalize prostitution? You be the judge.

AnyWho. I am super excited to share my find. Before we got down to business, I saw a display that had been arranged with several book bundles. The library branches are competing against each other to increase their checkout rate. I was happy to oblige. Guess what I picked?

Drum roll please.

Ratatat Tat Ratatat Tat Ratatat Tat

Wah-la! Non-fiction. Can’t wait to dive in. It’s about time for the power down hour anyway. When I’m done, I’ll post reviews.

As always more to come.

Balcony KK-4

Balcony KK-4 means something y’all!!!!

This morning started off rough.

Then even keel.  Then the text from hell.  Which you read into.  In absence of evidence make stuff up.  Imagine the most horrible.  Pray it comes true!

Maintain control mama.  You can’t fix everything for her.  Hell you can’t fix ANYTHING!  Let things unfold.  Deep breath, pretend. Go to meetings and work rather productively.

Quitting time. Fill up your glass to go.  Because you like crushed ice.  And you need to drink MORE water.

Drive home tentatively.  Which is another accident waiting to happen.  Get home.  B is in the field shredding.  His parent’s place first.  Dammit.  He is a nice guy.  You are lucky and you know it!

And you knew he had to shred while the weather was cooperating.  You will catch up later tonight because you have book club.  And you are rushing.  You drop your lunch bag onto counter which topples your glass full of iced water with the nice ice from work.  Damn incentive.  Drink more water my ass. ;).  The spill is heading toward the mail that you grab as quick as you can.  Water bill is toast.  How ironic is that?   This toast is not wet.  You got it?  Of course you would.  But good because I was wondering.

Your mind is spinning.  You see a certain piece of mail and scream sH!t!  That cannot get wet.  You begin to tear it open quickly and thank goodness the contents can be saved.  Not even damp.  Yippee!!!! Now safely tucked away in the hide-e-hole until showtime!

This rambling stream was brought to you courtesy of it helps to write because writing the crazy gets it out of my head and/or I had to unleash the hounds.  Aaaaaahhh Calgon take me away.  What a spoiled entitled princess I am!!!!! So not worthy, so not worthy!!!!

As always, more to come.