12:01 am Monday July 1, 2019

That’s the official start to my stay-cation. At 11, we go to a celebration of life for Uncle Bubbie. Maybe it’s wrong to say I’m looking forward to the services but I am. We’ll have a reunion of epic proportions for those who are still in San Antonio and can attend.

Such an inspiration to us all.  His life was not the easiest but he sure had an attitude that carried him far.  The oldest of 13 who took over as man of the house at the tender age of 14.  A responsibility he did not take lightly.  Co-Owner of the company that B had the privilege to work for until the business was sold late last year.

The remainder of the week, July 4th included will be free flowing. No alarm, no plans, all about me. Do what I want to do. When I want to do it.

Someone asked me where I was going then gave me a look when I said nowhere. Why should vacation = travel. Traveling invokes stress. I’ve gotten better over the years but packing and the hustle bustle is not my thang.

Plus travelling isn’t free.  Wait! What?  No free travel.  I was sure they gave away vacations.  Though Pony says “mom, you can afford things; quit living beneath your means”.  And maybe we could or should but Lulu is in school all summer and B is starting a business.  Timing isn’t right.  And we are back again to time being of the essence.  And since there is no Star Trek beam me up to get us places quickly, I’ll stay home thank you very much.  Not a waste of time either as I have decided!  Mr. Hand this is MY time … to do as I will with it.


Peace and Tranquility are mine.

As always, more to come.

For 6/30/19 ~ “Who,What, When, Where, Why”

Everything but how is included in this song selection. I’m compulsive and couldn’t pick only one word from the prompts. Glad to have stumbled upon the Manhattan Transfer. Enjoy!

What (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Where (woo ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Why (tell me why, tell me why, tell me why…)I don’t understand
Let’s sit down and talk
One minute you love me and then you walk
There’s more going on
Than you will admit
‘Cause just as we got it to work you quit

I’m caught in a fog
And you make it clear
The truth won’t be worse than the things I fear
It’s a mystery to me
I haven’t a clue
If somebody else has a part of you

Tell me
Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why

You won’t be my love
You won’t be my friend
But won’t you at least help me comprehend
What’s happening to me
‘Cause after you go
My one consolation will be to know
The places and names, the reason and rhymes
The facts of the matter and points in time
I tried for your love
But you won’t allow
This guy to do nothin’ but ask you how

And… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why

I want you to say
What’s inside your head
Confession is good for the soul it’s said
So start at the top and take it real slow
If you want out, then I have to know

Just… Who (who)
What when where why (why)
Who is the guy
What made you need someone new
Tell me
Who what when where why
When did it die
When’d we go wrong
Don’t you lie, tell me why


Writer(s) Rupert Holmes

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Random Musings 6/29/19

Today I decided to go shopping before all the malls die out.  Look here – John Holton has a very enjoyable #SoCS post today. After you see Mr. No Respect in Caddyshack, the post moves on to the topic at hand.  Did you even know Dan Bell has a “Dead Mall” series?  I did not!  I always learn something with I stop by John’s place.  Such wonderful entertainment with commercial breaks and everything.

Now back to my regularly – not very often – but when the whim strikes – scheduled program of random musing.  I went shopping!  I tried on clothes.  I came home with zilch pronounced zill chay.  Not really, that’s only when I am feeling silly and want to mispronounce words.  Say it with me zill chay.  LOL.

And there were sales all over the freaking place.  No wonder the malls are dying.  The stores are giving away the farm.  But if the style is not my thing then buying new clothes even at deep discounts is a complete waste.  I need someone to style me y’all.  Puhleese.  You see my mom was a garage sale shopper.  I have no idea what goes with what.

I am happiest in my house dress.  Which btw I plan to wear exclusively once I retire.  Yes my house dresses are really nightgowns from Walmart.  But they are only $6.88 each.  I can get seven brand news ones and be living large.

Why do they do that?  What you ask?  Why make items something .88 cents?  Wally World does that to almost everything.  Why not .00 or .99 or .50 or .25?  Huh?  Why? Anyone know?  Anyone care?  Nope! Not even me.

I could have made this post a So, … funny math bit.  But I’d have to log back into Aetna and that’s not happening.  Not today anyway.  I need a break.  Give me a break. Give me a break. Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar.

I must think I’m John. 🙂  Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.  Ten/four good buddies.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 6/29/19 ~ “for/fore/four”

Howdy y’all!  Time for #SoCS.  The lovely Linda says and I quote:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!


Where do I begin?

To tell a story of how great a love can be

a true love story that is older than the sea

a simple story about the love she gave to me

where do I start?

Hold the presses Dubsie!  This is not Love Story by Erich Segal.  This is #SoCS with prompts of for/fore/four.  You win!  You used all four, errr I mean three.

For the record, the mind wants what the mind wants and this is stream after all and I meant heart not mind.  The heart wants what the heart wants.

Fore! duck and cover people.  I’m about to tee off.

Wait! You don’t play golf.  What’s all this fore! about?

Foreword is more your style. One day you hope to have the opportunity to write a foreword for some famous author.  Hey all you writers out there, Let’s Make a Deal Monty Hall.  I’ll take what’s behind door number four, errr I mean three.  Because I’m pretty sure that they only had three doors on Let’s Make a Deal … if memory serves.

And memory ain’t what she used to be.  Nope.  And neither are my tired old eyes.  I am officially a four eyes with a brand spanking new pair of glasses.  Rainbow frames by Selena.  Yes that Selena!! Her legacy lives on.  That’s some Roy G. Biv going on right there I tell ya.

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As always, more to come.

More ❤️

31 years and one day ago I had dinner at Lung Fungs restaurant. Today I’m here for lunch. Same meal … pork fried rice. Yummy 🤤

It’s the story I repeat year after year on Pony’s birthday. I’ll link back to the post when I get to my desktop. I’m a broken record. Showing my age.

As always more to come.


Happy birthday to our Pony Boy. Seems like just yesterday that he was born. I’m certainly not old enough to have a 31 year old.

Going off the grid to be here now for the festivities 🥳

As always more to come.