Mish Mash 10/8/20

A ramble from Dubsie inspired by the many thoughts popping like pop corn. Made the old school way. In hot oil, in a skillet with a non-see-through lid. Pop! Pop pop pop pop pop … you get the drift πŸ™‚

Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold

Man that’s what I should’ve said for #SoCS last Saturday. A gold standard Girl Scout sing-along-song. To be sung in rounds. Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold. Belated ear worm alert.

Speaking about Girl Scouts, here is some nostalgia for ya in the gallery below. I was told Jilly don’t you dare get rid of those. Instead these were sent off to a good home. Museum quality stuff right there I tell you what. Boy howdy!!

Back to #SoCS, I was originally going to write a poem.

old is new

left is right

up is down

Look at these clowns

Oops my thought bubble escaped. Does anyone get my thinly veiled innuendo? Or am I being obtuse?

Them Dems. I am not a Dem, I am Jill. A women in her mid 50s. With the right to make up her own mind and change it if needed. As crooked as they come instead of straight down the line. In this case, in my humble opinion, crooked is good. To be lumped in to either side and painted with abroad brush is a crazy maker.

I’ve scrolled through the Internet and things are not pretty out there but that’s life said in my Frankie Sinatra voice over of voice. It is what it is. Life has always been a mixed bag but now we know about “stuff” in real time. The world is more in your face mutha-fuckers. The question is what, if anything, can we believe?

How do I deal with this insanity? I laugh! A-lot! At totally inappropriate things. In private mostly and with close family and friends who do not judge me. Sarcastic mister (missus) know-it-all as the Red Hot Chili Peppers once sang. And seriously folks, with the utmost sincerity, I do not wish ill on anyone. I am not at all happy by the turn of events. I do not say “karma” instead of ha-ha-ha you get what you deserve. None of us “deserve” any of this sH!t.

As always, more to come.

12 thoughts on “Mish Mash 10/8/20

  1. I was a Bluebird. Loved the outfit but they disbanded the Campfire Girls by the time I reached appropriate age.😩
    As for the rest, I am disgusted, disappointed, despondent, determined, dedicated, and down right pissed off by the total ugliness that has become the norm in what I thought was my country. Worse yet, that so many people I know or have considered friend or family loves to spout off ugly jokes and unverified accusations assuming I am right on in line with their agenda. Then I feel awkward stating my very opposing point of view. I keep trying to remember life before 2016. πŸ₯Ί

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    1. We’re simpatico. All of the above. Every bit of it. A coworker told me she thought one bright spot was people unveiling who they really are so we can steer clear. Maybe so but I’m saddened by that.

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  2. I was never allowed to go into the girl scouts, you are lucky to have such great memories. I can tell you are a proud owner of those uniforms, and they look well worn yet taken care of.
    Maybe my going into the service and my volunteer work, was my way of serving since I missed my chance at scouting, who knows?
    Yes, I got your reference, LOL. All of this is enough to make us all go crazy!

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    1. Kim Thank you for your service! Going into the service and volunteering are commendable.

      I definitely feel grateful for my experience. I don’t know how I got so lucky but life has been kind to me. More kind than not for the most part.

      I’m glad you read between the lines. Gotta keep on laughing πŸ™‚

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