Song Lyric Sunday – “Break My Stride”

Solid Gold! Passing along the happy.

Being Lydia!

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday them from Helen at This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time is “break”. I drew a blank for about 30 seconds and then several songs popped into my head, including a suggestion from my Hubby.

I debated for quite awhile between his idea and one of my own. I ended up choosing my husband’s because it is a little more upbeat and mine (“Break It To Them Gently by Burton Cummings) is pretty dark.

So, my choice is the campy 1980’s hit, “Break My Stride” by Matthew Wilder. It is a fun song about a guy hung up on a girl who is her own person and doesn’t want to be tied down. He finally decides that she is trouble and if he meets another girl like her he won’t let her “work me over” or “drag me under”.

The song was released…

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Song Lyric Sunday – Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

In a word Fantastic!!

This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time

The day just keeps getting later and later and I’m running out of time to post my own response to the SLS theme. I don’t have any reason for it and I know I’ll beat myself up for it if I don’t, so here I am. First, though, I had to fix the laptop. I thought it would fix itself, but I kept getting this weird starting screen. Thanks to my son for pulling up some stuff on Google. I’ve never been one to shy away from entering weird commands on a computer, so I went for it. I’m just hoping that one day I don’t accidentally do something truly horrifying to the system.

Anyway, I haven’t taken a look at all the entries today, so this one could be a duplicate, but it is speaking to me today. It is also telling the story of why I picked the…

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RIP Uncle

I went to Karnes City to say good bye. Viewings/rosaries are bittersweet. Glad I knew this time. I’ve missed far too many services because I didn’t know. Miracle of social media came through.

The drive up there or down as the case may be was beautiful. Memories flooded back. Leaving San Antonio, driving through Floresville, then Poth, then Falls City, then Hobson to Karnes City. All eerily familiar and vastly different at the same time. The more things change, the more they stay the same allowing you to go “home”. And Karnes City was one of my MANY homes.

He hadn’t been sick. I was glad to hear that.  He was still going to the farm/ranch. Climbing up ladders. That’s one tough old man his grandson told me.  The grandson he raised as his own.  The grandson who is virtually alone in the world. The grandson for who among all the others my heart breaks.

That Friday Uncle had a massive stroke. He never regained consciousness. The girls believe otherwise.  Saying it makes it true.  They insist he knew they were there.  He passed the night before he was to move into hospice. On the 4th of July. The 2nd Uncle to pass way on that holiday some 40 plus years later.  Coincidence is weird.

When I was asked are you S? You sure do look so much like S. I’m overcome with emotion. Three or four different people asked me that.   One older gentleman even asked me are you sure you’re not S????  Maybe I will explain why I am  a puddle over here one day. Or maybe I won’t and instead I will float away on my emotions.

As always more to come.

Random Musings

I have made up two new words.  Let’s see if they take off.

Stramily = strangers who are family

Famingers = family who are strangers

Once upon a time we went to a family reunion for B’s dad’s side of the family.  His Grandma was the 2nd oldest of 13 children who grew up, got married and had more children who grew up and got married and had more children and so on and so forth.  Greats, great greats … you get the drift.

To get this gang together was quite the ordeal.  But every once in a blue moon they did just that.  The year I am reminiscing about was @ 1999ish.  The venue was Comanche Park.

His Aunt J told her tribe that they did not need to talk to each other because they see each other all the time.  She told them to mix and mingle with the rest of the family who they do not see as often (if at all).  Of course when it came time to eat, each mini family stayed together.  For the most part.  Not much branching out.  Now if only I had a do-over.  I’d mingle like a Christian … or a pagan.  Lol.  I am punch drunk y’all.  Tis has been quite the day.

And I have turned the house upside down looking for the picture.  What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on a copy. To remember what once was … before it is no longer.

As always, more to come.


So, … Now I Can Talk About It

Lulu Belle and I had the most super Saturday.  We went to the McNay Art Museum.  Nirvana in our own backyard.  I hope all you San Antonians know how truly blessed we are to live in such a wonderful city.

I didn’t think they could surpass Chuck Ramirez’s All This and Heaven Too with Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas but Lord YES! they did.

Immersed, Fragments of a Dream and Dario Robleto Ancient Beacons Long for Notice *link is to the museum website.

I started out taking pictures but I stopped.  I stopped because I wanted to be in the moment.  I know my memory is not what it once was but I didn’t care.  I could take in the scene and feel the emotions and for that perfect moment I was not thinking about the past or what lies beyond but the now.  An exact moment.  With my Lulu Belle.  Surrounded by beauty.

And don’t you know it, I couldn’t help myself.  I started crying.  Right there in the McNay.  Sitting in theater seats watching the sunset in 1968 San Antonio.  In the shadow of what would be the Hemisphere Tower.  Happy tears y’all.  Big gasp for air, pit of my stomach, unfiltered joyful tears.

Even more moving was Dario.  Ancient Beacons Long For Notice was good but it didn’t speak to me in the same way as First Time, The Heart, A Portrait of Life 1854-1913.  When you think that it was way back in the mid 1800s when man first attempted to record and image the human heart, that has to inspire you.  The curiosity and thirst for knowledge of our ancestors.  And what Dario did to bring those images to life along with poet Adrian Matejka who wrote the words. Oh my how the simple captions brought the installation to life!

Okay, so I cried again.  I’m a sappy emotional sucker y’all.  I drank it all in.  My heart was full.

Here is a gallery.  Much smaller than my normal.  But as I mentioned, I stopped taking pictures.  Just means I will have to go back again.

As always, more to come.

SoCS – but I’m not supposed to spit

You guys! You NEED to read this today. Try not to get teary eyed like sappy ole me. Thank you Laura!!!

Riddle from the Middle

I’m not supposed to do that…

Famous last words from any five year old, usually uttered right before they do the very thing they’re not supposed to do.

I’m not supposed to spit.

I’m not supposed to eat snacks before dinner

I’m not supposed to run backwards down the block with my eyes closed while my babysitter’s inside on her phone.


Grownups have plenty of not supposed to items also. Some are whimsical.

I’m not supposed to eat two helpings of chocolate cake.

I’m not supposed to wear t-shirts to the grocery store.

Others – especially the older we get – are, well, annoying.

I’m not supposed to eat red meat.

I’m not supposed to gain any more weight.

Yeah, I want one, but I’m not supposed to drink beer these days.

Is anyone else sick to death of not supposed to? Sick.To.Death. Just for once why don’t we focus…

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Overheard on May 6, 2017 @ 6:30 at Capparelli’s

lol. I’d forgotten about this one.

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

I thought I’d use this category more but I jinxed myself until tonight.  As we (Billy, Pony, Wise, and I) sat and ate dinner, we overheard a conversation going at the table right behind us.

Woman (thick east Texas accent): Go ahead and tell them what you told me.

Man (equally thick east Texas accent): What?

Woman: You know about Sissy.

Man: Oh that. Well Sissy was my momma.  She cursed so much when I was a kid that I thought my first name was Fuck!

Doh!  You just cannot make this stuff up.  Of course Pony laughed and said wow there are two of us :).  He was kidding.  I was bad, but not that bad.  I saved the f-word for my writing.  Cursing was not allowed in my house growing up.  I never ever heard a swear word one from my parents other than an occasional abbreviation from…

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Sunday Steps

Haha! A retail gem.

J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

Last week I called it getting my steps in. Several folks reached out to me and asked if I had joined AA. Nope and I don’t really think you’re supposed to ask me that. You know the anonymous part is truly supposed to be anonymous. At least I think it is.

Anyhoo I’m at in again. Getting those steps in. Here is proof 😂.

Now for a little levity. As I was walking, I overheard the following on the 📢

Attention Wally World shoppers! Attention! For your safety please do not ride the bicycles or run or get on the skateboards while wearing an animal head.

Your safety is our utmost concern. Thank you for shopping at WallyWorld!

These are direct quotes except for the use of Wally World. Instead Wally World is my veiled attempt to use a synonym for the behemoth retailer we all know and love or…

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My Non-Millennial Millennial

I’ve just now realized something.

How stereotypes are made to be broken.

And you’re thinking to yourselves really?  You just NOW learned that?  Welp you’re behind because everyone knows that already.

Or do they?

Let’s see.  If you are a millennial, you are presumed to be lazy, entitled, delusional, narcissistic and unreliable.  And like with any generalization, you might be capturing a few such youngsters.

To me, these adjectives are personality traits.  I know plenty of 40 and 50 somethings who ARE lazy, entitled, delusional, narcissistic and unreliable.  I know some 20 somethings who are exactly the opposite.

Why I am I going off on this tangent you might ask.  Well because as quoting Oliver in Truly Madly Guilty “he couldn’t bear to roam around in his house while his thoughts scuttled like trapped mice”  Yep, this blog is my walking path which figuratively takes me out of my house as my thoughts scuttle around.

Back to non-millennial millennial.

Yesterday I got off early.  I came home to find Lulu in her room painting.  She had re-arranged her room as well.  She told me she had been in her room all day.  She was re-doing some of her original art work.

She said she felt guilty for being lazy.  I told her it was okay to paint the day away every once in a while.  Why not? Plus moving furniture was work.  Plus life’s too short.  She should take opportunity to have fun.

I asked her why re-paint and not start something new.  She said because she is a better artist now and has learned some things that can improve her original works.  Each piece has meaning.  She simply wanted to give them a fresh lift. I glommed on to “better artist now”, a hint at improved self-esteem.

She washed off her brush.  Then she came out to the family room to sit with me before she went to work.  About 10 minutes into our conversation, she got a call.

Lulu: Yes this is she.

Lulu: Sure I can be there.

Lulu: Really it’s no problem.

Hanging up she said I guess I get an extra hour.  She grabbed her water bottle, her lunch bag and off she went.  It never even occurred to her to say no to the request to come in early.

After she was gone, I went to tidy up.  Our counter-tops can get cluttered with mail.  I noticed, there was nothing for me to straighten up.  I went to unload the dishwasher but it was already done.  The dogs had been fed.  It struck me that since she has been back for summer vacation, she has done these things regularly without any prompting.

I thought about how hard it is to staff her current job.  This is the 3rd time now that she has earned an extra hour.  So someone could go home early or because someone called out. I mean c’mon who would take her menial job seriously?  That’s sarcasm folks.  She does.  Seriously.

As always, more to come.


Egg Rolls Recipe


  • 1 lb chicken breast (may substitute with beef or pork)
  • 1 8 oz package mushrooms
  • 1 can bean sprouts (I use fresh when I can find them)
  • 1 package tri color coleslaw/cabbage mix
  • green onions
  • cornstarch
  • ginger
  • soy sauce
  • 1 package egg roll wrappers
  • Canola oil

Dice 4 or 5 green onions (or an entire bunch and save some for fried rice).  I use leaves too.  Shred mushrooms in food processor.  Place onions and mushrooms in a separate bowl.

Grind chicken in the food processor with 2 tablespoons of soy sauce and 2 tablespoons of cornstarch.  If chicken is not completed covered add more soy sauce.  Add seasonings – ginger 1/8 teaspoon and salt and pepper to taste. This mixture is supposed to sit for 5-10 minutes but I usually skip that part.

Stir fry mushrooms and onions in about 3 or 4 tablespoons of oil for 1-2 minutes.  Push mushrooms and onions to the side of the wok making a well in the center.  Add seasoned ground chicken to that well.  Stir fry until no longer pink, incorporating the mushrooms and onions. Add bean sprouts and mix well continuing to stir fry.  Add coleslaw mix, incorporate and continue to stir fry until crisp tender.

Remove filling to a colander placed in the bowl used for the raw mushrooms and onions.  This allows liquid to drain through.  If you use enough cornstarch you may not have much liquid.  Allow filling to cool.

Wash out wok.

Roll filling in egg roll wrappers according to package directions.  Add canola oil to wok and heat oil to 350 degrees.  Deep fry the egg rolls 3 or 4 at a time until the wrappers are golden brown.  Lay on paper towel covered cookie sheets and let cool slightly.