Squawk … I Am A Broken Record

Or squawk, Polly wanna cracker.  I wish I had a parrot that I taught to curse like a sailor.  Uh no I don’t.  I am just joking with ya.  I am loopy from all the fumes.  What fumes?  There aren’t any fumes.  I am in the house now, not out in my funky smelling rental car.

I guess I am just my usual loopy self.  That’s what the purge does to you.  I am still on the path to organization.  I found an 18-year-old journal that I started the day we moved into this house.  I re-read it of course. Slowing me down.  But I enjoyed remembering.  I may or may not share some of that in a different post.

Any who.  Today is a banner day.  I am eliminating some piles and creating other smaller piles.  But I can’t quite figure out what to save and what to toss.  Like all the receipts from my dad’s life insurance.  The money was deposited long ago and put to good use.  Main reason we paid off our house early.  Thank you daddy!!  Still I hold on to these slips of paper from Catholic Life, Hermann Sons and SPJST.  When B (who has taken it upon himself to vacuum all the ceiling fans and window treatments) asked me what was taking so long I told him this!!  And showed him the stack of envelopes from 2007!!!


Sweet B says put them in a folder to save.  That saving them is not going to hurt anything. He knows I would struggle shredding these.

This room I sit in now, blogging away instead of organizing,  used to be Pony’s bedroom.  I vividly remember all the times I told him to clean up this space.  I was always hands off, barking orders, then inspecting.  I never broke down to clean for him.  After all, I wanted him to know how to take care of himself. That included learning how to cook and doing his own laundry from the time he could reach the top of the machine.

I found out quite by accident that he never really cleaned his room.  Instead he stuffed everything into the closet. When the extent of my inspection was opening the door and quickly looking in, I had no idea.  And what did it matter in the big scheme of things.

Any who part two.  We are breaking for an early lunch.  Then I will be back at it with my side kick B.  He will be the gentle nudge I need to finish this today!  (or tomorrow  or when the hell ever).  Lol!  Polly wanna wallow.  Not really. Organizing my stuff truly makes my Saturday!!!

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 10/20/18 ~ Can

Can you believe it is already Saturday and about 2/3 of the way through October no less? How’s that for funny math?  My theme of late.  But this is not about that. Time once again for #SoCS.  The fabulous Linda gives all of us who wait with bated breath the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “can.” Use it any way you like. Bonus points if you start and/or finish your post with it. Enjoy!

I did it!  I could not be thwarted from getting those bonus points. I started with CAN!  I win!!!!!!

Now all I can think of is can-can as in the dance and how much I love shows like So You Think You Can Dance and Dancing with the Stars Junior.  Oh and the precursor to all dance shows like American Bandstand and Soul Train. I can’t dance but I dance anyway so sue me.  No wait!  Ugh, let’s not start up with that again.

Let’s instead go with the little engine that could.


Choo Choo. 


How’s that for baby baloney?  And you might be thinking, here she’s goes again, making up expressions like baby baloney.  And being all snarky and sarcastic.  Really folks, if you dream it you can become it while sappy and sentimental is ineffective.  Thinking positive thoughts surely help BUT and it’s a big butt, actions speak louder than words thoughts.  I am so sick of the blah, blah,blah with no substance behind it.

Hey wait! I resemble that remark.  Lol!

And with that I am going to eat donuts!  For Breakfast!  With hot cocoa, topped with whipped cream and sprinkles.  Cuz dollars to donuts I have more fun abstaining from moderation.  I know what I should do but darn it, life’s too short to worry.  Once in a blue moon I CAN eat donuts without the guilt.

Can you dig it?  I knew that you could.

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