#SoCS for 4/27/19 ~ xp

Howdy y’all.  Happy Saturday!  Time once again for #SoCS.  Our lovely host, Linda G Hill gives us the following:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “xp.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “xp”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Hmmmm.  Think, think, and think some more.


Is that the same as 😛 ?


Could be?

“Mayhaps it is” said in what I imagine to be the voice of Mother Abigail Freemantle or the famous Ruby Dee who played her on TV.

Forgive me but this is stream and that’s were what’s left of my mind flowed.

Speaking of movies.

Wait!  We were not speaking of movies.  The prompt is xp.

The only XP I know of is the operating system variety and we ALL know how much I know about Windows XP or operating systems in general said me in my sarcastic Jilly thinks she is SO funny voice.  Windows XP has supposedly gone the way of the dinosaurs.  And TBH, “I know nothing” said in my Sgt. Schultz voice.

Is a theme percolating here “in my … voice” or is this just nada?

No this post is about algo!!!  Or something for my readers who do not speak Spanish.

I always wanted to learned another language.  And in the “it is never too late or one is never too old sentiment” I may just try.  My father was multi-lingual.  His native tongue was Czech.  He did not learn English until he was seven years old and started attending the Novarad school in Fayette county TX.  He also spoke Polish, German and Spanish.  I used to love listening to him talk to Grandma J speak Czech to one another.

I’d pretend I could speak Czech too – making up words.  I was NOT mocking.  It was a genuine LOVE.

The true extent of what I knew:

  • Jak Se Mas? (How are you doing?),
  • Dobře a jak ty (Fine and you?)
  • veselé Vánoce (Merry Christmas) 
  • babička (grandma),
  • tatinek (daddy) 
  • maminka (mommy)

I may have also known how to say kiss my ass! políbit můj zadek!! Or not.  lol

I vividly remember dad singing the this little piggies nursery rhyme to little one year old Pony Boy –  wicheka, wicheka, wicheka all the way home.  I found this on Google translator.

oto malé prase šlo na trh.Toto malé prase zůstalo doma.Toto malé prase mělo hovězí pečeně.Toto malé prase nemělo.Toto malé prase vykřiklo "Wee, wee, wee, wee!"Po celou cestu domů.

And the picture/memory became more clear.  Dang the water works.

Get a grip and give em something funny.  Close strong girly.

Oh ya.  Once tatinek overheard some people talking while assuming he wouldn’t know what they were saying.  When he responded with the directions to the strip club by the airport, they were embarrassed.  Yes he had understood correctly.  He said “but what did I care, they looked to be of age”  Oh my!  how’s that for explicit?

Now if you’d like to join this band of xp prompt respondents or read their works extraordinaire, look here for the rules and ping back.

As always, more to come.

13 thoughts on “#SoCS for 4/27/19 ~ xp

    1. It sure was. He belonged to a Czech choral group as well. They rotated houses for practice. Those evenings when they’d be at ours were truly something special.


  1. Blimey, your dad was good with languages. I consider myself bi-lingual but I am losing my German. Well, in talking at least and try to get a bit better in French. We’ll see. Thanks for sharing your memories 😚🙋‍♀️🐝

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    1. He was. My mother on the other hand lost her German early on. She’d get punished to speak it at school. They only spoke it at home. After she moved to the big city, she had no one to talk to who knew German. Except my dad and his wasn’t too fluent.


      1. Did she miss it? I feel uncomfortable speaking German because I think, dream and do everything in English. Even listening to German sounds strange to me now. But being punished for talking it that must have been really bad. 🙋‍♀️🐝

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      2. I think so. She lost her parents – dad when she was 15 and mom when she was 18. Her family roots were gone. The language was part of that. She avoided the punishment by speaking only English. She’d tell stories how she was afraid and followed the rules. My uncle her brother refused. He was always in trouble but then he dropped out of school to join the Army. I’ve had a princess life compared to what they went through.


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