That big red circle is how he got the name Spot. The weather is off the charts I tell ya. He’s a smart little fellow.
As always, more to come.
Oh yes they called her the streak!
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Inspired by my fellow Texan by way of somewhere else maybe? I need to ask John where he originally hails from one of these days. I could not find any video of the entire “Where oh where” song. Those lyrics may be lost forever.
The little dog song as we called it growing up was sometimes coupled with “How Much is that Doggie in the Window” when we broke out the 45s to take a listen.
Reading John’s post reminded me of something from earlier today. I may not be able to remember all the lyrics of days past but I can retain most of my earlier in the day memories. Anyhow, Lulu and I were out gallivanting around this tax-free weekend. Amidst our high-jinx, somehow songs of my youth came up … songs like the one above. But not that specific song. Any song we knew by heart.
Our main discussion yet again centered around physical beauty. You see we had just gotten Mani-pedi’s. The torture pure spa luxury we go through! I mentioned how my hands really show my age and make me look ninety!
Lulu tells me not to say things like that. And that even 90 year old hands are beautiful. And like that “Everything is Beautiful” by Ray Stevens popped into my head.
Ah now that’s the stuff.
As always, more to come.
I am close y’all. Today is day 348 for posts in a row. As I look back over the last almost year, I wonder what was I doing on this day. Only nice thing about FB is that feature of having memories pop up. Maybe we could petition WP to do the same. Sure archives are fine but a memory would be icing on the frigging cake doncha think?
Hey youse guys who run the blogosphere make it happen will you? Pretty puhleese with sugar on top. Since I can’t eat sugar, I may as well add that sweet white stuff to my wishes. Too much? Well of course, I’m always too much. That’s the only way I roll.
Wishing you a wunderbar Saturday!
As always, more to come.
Made you look …
I’m not in hell, I’m rambling and musing. Cleaning out my inbox. I received an email with the greeting Dear Fellow Conservative American. Hmm. Someone is clearly not paying attention.
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Once upon a time, I was a new quality manager. My job was to oversee the auditors and provide a monthly summary to our executive. WT was a very approachable fellow who always joked around. Taking liberties one month, I sent my summary email with the tag line:
Feedback is a gift and today is your birthday!!
The next morning my boss, CJ called me into his office. Well okay he called me over to his desk because he didn’t have an office. He gave me feedback on my email. Apparently it was MY birthday. My tag line did NOT go over well.
I was embarrassed. I wanted to clear the air. Go apologize to WT. I meant well, I was trying to soften the blow of the month’s less than stellar results. CJ told me DON’T do anything else … just to NEVER do that again.
Mind you I didn’t modify the official report. My lame attempt at humor was in the cover email. Ha! I still laugh … today is your birthday … because it’s funny.
Years later … or maybe fast forward to June, I saw WT in the hallway at work. Though I no longer work with him, I brightly smiled and said “Hey W. Happy birthday! Wink wink. Get it?” Surprisingly he did. We had a good laugh.
And that’s the back story. Because I’m rambling. I save my one-liner posts for Wednesdays. Today is Friday. Haha. I slay me.
Okay! Here we go, here we go now.
I participated in Write Club 2019. I didn’t place but this year they did something different by offering feedback. I got about eight word docs with my 500 or less story followed by critiques. I’m in heaven y’all … hog heaven that is … or I’m high on cotton … lol. That ain’t right. I’m something else … tickled pink. Yep, I am tickled pink.
The first critique was good. I made his or her top 45, not top 30 but man y’all that’s close when the top 30 compete for reader votes. My entry was written in an hour-ish, rough draft, not polished. Yep I’m telling on myself. I joined for fun with zero expectation of placing.
Guess what critique #2 said? It said and I quote “this looks like a draft and not a polished piece or perhaps part of a larger story?? Maybe with more context this would make sense.” Winning!
The remainder were neutral. Several said I had grammatical errors throughout. Did I think this was #SoCS? uh ya! That’s my style. And I did a head hop thing at the very end. “Just how did Missy know what Stella was thinking?” Well geez Louise, mind reading of course.
But I jest! I LOVE my feedback and I’ll do better next time. I know what to work on. Not being facetious either. Constructive criticism makes us better. Now I am off to eat b-day cake and ice cream. Maybe play a little pin-the-tail on the donkey. Hit that pinata.
As always, more to come.
… on this Saturday B and I are off to get our shingles vaccines. If you’ve ever known anyone who has had shingles, you’ll know this vaccine is a godsend. Shingles are the WORST!!!! Though I am not an anti-vaxer by any means, I am neurotic times 50!!! Therefore preparing for the side effects. I keep telling myself, I’m the Little Engine That Could
it’s just a shot
it’s just a shot
it’s just a shot
Choo-choo!!
Now that would’ve been a good #SoCS post 🙂
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… because I don’t wanna. Worst part of taking a trip is PACKING.
Can’t I just time travel? Something like Star Trek beam me up Scotty or even Quantum Leap’s Sam where I simply wake up tomorrow in KC. In someone else’s body ?!?? That’d be awesome. Lol.
Anyone remember that show? … With Scott Bakula?? He’s Mister NCIS: New Orleans these days.
Nope! Not possible? Well that’s a bummer. I guess better get crack-a-lack-in.
As always, more to come.
Who takes a book 📖 to a movie 🎥? Is that like taking a knife 🔪 to a gunfight? Thank you Kindle app.
Reading is what one does when arriving an hour before a no reserve seating of the Avengers Endgame. Or you can play solitaire on your phone too. We can’t talk to each other. We were already shushed. Why I never. 😆 
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All week I’ve been one day ahead. Which sucks because tomorrow is not SATURDAY. Ugh. One more day of the grind.
Why do I say things like grind? I over exaggerate dear ones. My work does not involve grinding. Lol. Now that was be a sight. Not for sore eyes but a sight all the same.
Any who.
Ambien is no bueno. Ask anyone. Was suggested I get an RX for some cuz ya know, the not sleeping is slowly killing moi. My friend told me about her Ambien experience. She was riding horses all night while dressed like a Gladiator. No joke. Her body was rested but her mind went through a medieval tournament.
Wait am I in the wrong era?? Why do I not get a simple yes or no answer when I Google “do gladiators joust?” SIMPLE yes or no people!!!!!
I have heard worse. The Ambien defense. And once a while back while grieving my parents deaths, I filled the Ambien RX. Read the possible side effects and was like uh hell to the no. Did not take a single pill. I am sure B would watch out for me but good god. The risk! I am risk adverse. One day I will sleep again. Until then … I won’t. Uh duh.
I left work a bit early today … I don’ feel guilty … but I DO. Despite the three prior 10 hour days. I’ll hit my 40 @ 9 am tomorrow. I left because I needed to find a purple shirt. Ya see tomorrow we purple out. In support of military children. April is their month. Can’t think of a better reason to purple out.
Off I went to Target. The only purple was a man’s polo. I am a medium-sized man or a large woman. The sweet clerk told me not to feel bad. To him I looked like a small man cuz the shirts are cut slim; everyone is a size up. Hmmm, alrighty then.
I really don’t care y’all. But I DO! Though I shouldn’t. If I could only turn off that little voice inside my head.
As always, more to come.
