#FlashFiction or 100 Words or Less

Shelia finally hit a wall.  After chug, chug, chugging along and playing mind games to make herself believe everything was fine instead of f.i.n.e.  Her world was fucked-up, insecure, neurotic, emotional.  Mind over matter.  And this time the mind was winning.  The repetitive thoughts kept swirling.  Around and around and around she goes like a big fucking roulette wheel.   Finally landing in the red, splashed with blood stains, mentally fragmented.  Just because he did, she didn’t have to follow.  The scare billowing up from inside her fragile mind.  Her friend was gone.  She wasn’t sure she could go on.


I Have Decided

Pills for coughing must be placebos. Not working at all. I want liquid cough medicine like that strong codeine laced stuff of my youth. Did they really do that? Who knows? Maybe I’m misremembering.

I also want liquid penicillin that tastes awful but coats my throat. I don’t wanna sleep because I’m sure pain will come back with a vengeance. Woe is me. Signed forever the Big Baby 🍼

As always more to come.

#1linerWeds. 11/13/19

I can relate to poked and prodded. I can also hang with being under the weather and growing older. But the combo that now requires me to write down when I took what pill is what’s unsettling. Yep I made a list. Yep I can’t spell. Yep I’m taking more than the recommended ibuprofen. Doc says I can take 4 of the little brown ones. Overnight I sure did. Dose two was only upped by one.

Now onto the one liner …

Powerful enough to flush a bucket of golf balls !

Wonder who’s on the marketing team of American Standard? Their slogan worked with B. Just one more thing to go wrong with our plumbing. At least this was an easy DIY fix.

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The verdict is in

Strep throat! Yay. Not really yay. But sometimes having a diagnosis is enough to make me feel better. Highly treatable is encouraging and considering my delay to seek care, I’m on the downhill side of things. And downhill is better than uphill in this case. Popsicles and jello are on the menu. I’m still a big baby who wants her mommy.

As always more to come.

Jack Takes A Break

Or really Jill does. No commute today means no #SAS Twofer Tuesday. B is taking the best care of me. We’ve even set the thermostat to 70. Now that’s a big deal from the suck it up buttercup put on some sweat pants and quit your bellyaching. Here’s hoping I don’t get him sick.

Big Baby

I’m the world’s worst patient. Fortunately I don’t get physically sick often. It’s been so long I had to ask how we call out for unplanned time off. Everything hurts and I want my mommy. I hate to imagine how bad this would be if I hadn’t gotten the flu shot. Because this is pretty bad. Even my teeth hurt.

And that is all. Good day fine folks of bloglandia. As always more to come.

#SLS for 11/10/19 ~ “If You Could Read My Mind”

I’m a bit behind today and feeling under the weather.  I hope that by taking it easy, I’ll feel well enough to go return to work tomorrow.  Lucky for me this hit over the weekend. Sarcastic yay!! As poorly I feel, I can’t pass on #SLS.  Music is medicinal.  Maybe I can listen this head cold and sore throat away.

Jim tells us our prompt for this week is Could/Might/Should/Would.  I picked Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind”.  Why?  Gordon’s voice is soothing and his words are deeply personal.  For more on this song, here is the wiki.  I hope you enjoy.

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#SoCS for 11/9/19 ~ ght

Good morning world or at least good morning to the small microcosm of the world who might stumble across this post.  Woo to the Hoo!  Time once again for #SoCS where our host with the most, Linda G Hill gives us the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ght.” Find a word that contains the letters “ght” in that order, and use it any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use three or more different words containing those letters. Have fun!

Hmm, think, think and think.



Not that … we need words with ght in that order

Man this is like homework

But …

Almost there! Think, think, and think!!!!

no gh only t   …in but that is …

You’ve gotta fight <bomp/bomp>

For your right <bomp/bomp>

toooo paaarrrrtttayyyyy

No sleep til Brooklyn

Then there’s a light shining bright, alright alright alright

Matthew …

David …


He went to middle school in Uvalde, Texas with K.


K is my former sister in law’s sister.

True story.

Small world, getting smaller and bigger at the same time.

Daze and Confused

Uh, ya, you are Jilly Beans.

Time to call it  for #SoCS until another Saturday.

To join these bongo loving, ght word writing band of prompt respondents, here are the rules and ping back.

As always, more to come.

Friday Musings ~ Sad Yet Hopeful

Yesterday I learned of the passing of someone recently displaced from his job after 20 plus years.  The manner in which this happened does not bear repeating.  Sorry, not sorry for being vague.

People want to blame his death on the drastic change in employment status.  Me?  I have to wonder.  People lose jobs all the time.  Instead I look for no assignment of “blame”.  Theirs (or ours) is not to reason why ….

Oh but human nature dictates that we want to know WHY!  Does the reason matter?  Perhaps in the way of prevention?  Ultimately the truth is we never really know what someone is going through.

This morning I blasted a happy email to my work family by Bcc.   I did not want to be the cause of another “reply all” situation.  My share or over share was my way of processing a loss.  I like to think a Friday morning cheer helped.  I was on the fence, overanalyzing as usual whether to send or not to send.  I am glad I pushed that button.  Doing something nice for someone else should be automatic.

Kid President says  “Just tell people they’re awesome and mean it”.  Well YOU … everyone of you who are reading this post and all of your tribe too; you are awesome!! I mean it ❤

As always, more to come.