Happy Saturday! Fiesta has begun ye old San Antone. Our participation in the celebration has varied over the years from wild teenagers at Night in Old San Antonio (NIOSA) and La Semana to watching the parades on TV. This year if the weather clears we will attend Taste of New Orleans. One day during the work week I am actually going to take a lunch break and pop on over to San Fernando. No telling what I will find.
As I sit here waiting for the skies to clear, I am streaming. Yeppers. Time once again for #SoCS. On tap today from our lovely host Linda is the following:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Think, think and think
Ugh, my stream is caught up on the rocks. No thoughts in my brain. Guess I will bid you fine folks ado. Until next time … The road to heck is paved with good intentions OR follow the yellow brick road to the land of #SoCS that Linda created. There you’ll find something better than what I just wrote.
Gooood morning bloglandia! Time once again for #SoCS. Linda says and I repeat:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fab.” Use it as a word or find a word beginning with “fab.” As always, use any way you’d like. Have fun!
Fabulous is my word of the day. One of my favorite F words. Speaking of F words…
Naw I won’t go there. Not gonna ruin my fabulous day and mood. You see I’m taking a purge day. Staying in pjs, watching Lifetime movies and crying in my post toasties. And that’s fabulous y’all because this wallow is getting “it” out of my system. I’m MSU and smart enough to know it. Worried for no reason. Stressed and ready for the other shoe to drop.
So, … this is how I will de-stress. Not the healthiest thing to do but not awful either. Like my friend and confidant says “crying and not having to explain why makes the purge all that much better”. She gets me ❤
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Top of the mornin’ to ya! Time once again for #SoCS. Our fantastic hostess, the one and only Linda G Hill gives us a delightful prompt. She says and I repeat:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!
D’oh! You don’t have to tell me twice. D’oh I am on it! And yes d’oh regularly in my writing because I am a d’oh kinda gal. Face palm after face palm. A wonder I am not concussed. D’oh! There I go again.
Now for dough part two. The other dough. For that I will make a lame attempt at acrostic. When dough is used for pastries one gets:
Later today I will be off to see “Fiddler on the Roof” at the Majestic. I am already gearing up for the emotions. About this time a year ago I was talking to my dear friend Cathy. I was going through some “stuff” and she instinctively knew and reached out. If only I knew then, man I would have changed a few things. In May, it will be a year since her passing. Time waits for no one. That is true. Therefore I vow thay I will be grateful, joyful and light as I go out and about. In honor of my dear friend gone to soon. May the perpetual light shine upon her.
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Oooohh now if that title doesn’t grab your attention, I don’t know what will. Linda is changing it up for us. She says and I quote ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!”
First question – Does anybody get physical mail anymore? I for one loath the mess created by paper. Ugh! I am a minimalist. Paper = bad. Trees not yet paper = good. Paper from something besides trees = okay. except those chemicals will likely kill us. I am following the Purple Almond and I saw this – look y’all educational stuff.
And now I can hear you saying WTF is she on about. The she is me. Jilly. Mind and thoughts racing. Playing tricks. Tumbling around here in ye olde noggin.
Okay. take two. What is the subject of the last piece of physical mail we got? Well it was a request for a notarized statement because we are cashing in life insurance. The only reason we had this policy was so Lulu could go summer camp for cheap. A fraternal benefit from her junior rider.
Life insurance … for your children … makes me queasy to think about because no one should lose a child. Horrific. I saw what my dad and my in-law’s went through after losing their respective sons. There is nothing quite like the anguish. I can only imagine and something I’d rather deny. Mortality. I am not too happy with the direction this stream went but again the mind wants what the mind wants.
Maybe I should switch back from online to paper mail?? Then I’d be writing all about gas. Ah just imagine where that would’ve gone.
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Goooood Morning Sunshine! or not as the case may be. Coming at ya from the mind of one J-Dub McGillicutty.
Wait! the morning is good. At least I hope your morning is fan-freaking-tastic. As the case may be refers to time of day. For all I know you’re sitting down to read this at noon.
Wow! See how easily words can be misunderstood. That happened to me recently y’all. With a Haiku about an action photographer taking pictures of animals. Someone said the Haiku was creepy and sounded like stalking. Ugh!
Any Who, How, or Hoo … Linda tells us that your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “soul/sole.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!
Think, think and think!
I bare/bear my soul/sole.
Nope that’s not flowing. C’mon mind. Let’s go. Think!
Soul of my soul
Invisible deep within me
The essence of my consciousness
Knows not what is the meaning …
Ah that’s the stuff. Deep man. Deep.
Sole of my sole
Is a fish
That’s might tasty
Ah that’s definitely not the stuff. But oh well the mind wants what the mind wants much like the heart. And for this post I am fin! End scene!
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Gooood Morning Bloglandia!! Time once again for #SoCS. Woo to the Hoo. Linda gifts us with a doozy of a prompt – abash/a bash/bash. We get bonus for using all three.
Not fair … I hear ya.
Cheater cheater pumpkin eater had a wife and couldn’t keep her.
Then he put her in the shell and there he kept her very well.
Uh that’s not right.
Ever notice how gruesome nursery rhymes can be?
Mother Goose is a Muther Goose. Dayum.
Rock a bye baby … why’d anyone put a baby on a tree top? Cradles breaking babies falling. Nonsense. But I think the song was sung to me and I sang it to my kids. Tell ya what sing/sang/sung would be a fun prompt.
My mind has a mind of its own. I can’t make this stuff up. Oh but I am. MSU baby. Lol.
I’m not abashed. I’m an attention seeker. Look at me. Love me. I just realized this week that I miss being on the phone and having people tell me how wonderful I am for helping them. See again, I am not abashed. I am full of myself. And mind outta the gutter because I know someone went there. Hehe.
A bash is a blast. I loves me a good bash. Rock the casbah with Clash. At a blowout bash where we all dance.
Somebody bash her. She’s lost it. The she is me. Jilly. But this is streeeeeaaam. I’m streaming.
Such stress rained down on me these last two weeks. Twas going to manifest itself somehow. Better out than in as Shrek is fond on saying.
And it’s healthier to write nonsense than to eat a fucking bag of Fritos or to scarf down an entire package of Oreos. Unabashedly I’ve done both. And yes I realize I’ve got issues. Admitting them is the first step to a cure.
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The idea was born to share our first #SoCS post. I copycatted that idea. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Looks like I’m having an anniversary too. Two years and counting of Saturday morning shenanigans with some of the brightest most creative minds on the planet. Have fun always!!
Special thanks to our host with the most Linda G Hill. Through rain and sleet and storms of night she keeps the prompts coming. She’s the best!
Without further ado, here’s what started it all for moi.
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 2/19
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Good morning beautiful people. Time once again for #SoCS. Cheers to five years of streaming. Very cool. Here’s what Linda gave us for today:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cele-.” We’re to find a word that starts with or contains “cele” and go wild as we have fun.
There’s a party goin on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
Yep you’re Captain Obvious. Oh well. Take a listen and Enjoy!
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Good morning bloglanida. Time once again for #SoCS. The lovely Linda says:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “critic(al).” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
“Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
So baby talk to me …”
This is stream and I woke up with an ear worm dang-nabit. “so baby talk to me … like lovers do” Move on Annie Lenox!! Get out of my head would ya?
Critic as in everyone’s a critic. Well sure we are because we all have our own opinions. We give critique as color commentary to our lives.
There is nothing better than talking with the brain trust. I tell ya what. B, Pony and I had one of those critical political debates last night over dinner. And I just sat there listening for a moment and drank it all in. I am so glad we are of the same sentiment. Safety in numbers or some such nonsense. I truly enjoyed the conversation!!!!
There’s a picture floating around FB where an older man and his granddaughter are seated at a table. She has her cell phone and he is just sitting there looking down. The caption reads something like you’re missing out little girl, you just don’t know it yet. Well damn. And here comes the tears again just like that damn rain Annie keeps singing about. I’ve been misty lot lately y’all. Not sure why. Maybe it is just that I miss my parents and grandparents dearly. Or maybe it’s a tumor.
Anyway, critical is not always a bad thing. Why? Well because how else can we improve without some constructive criticism? Or at least some healthy debate and introspection? Huh? Tell me puhleese. I’d love to hear from you people of the earth ala Billy Thorp “Children of the Sun”
And on that note of one hit wonder music, we are outta here. Going to Confluence Park to try and snag a free tree. Wishing everyone a wonderful Saturday. Stay dry and warm and all that good stuff.
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Beep, beep, beep goes the alarm.
Stretch to the moon.
That’s me most mornings. Though now that I have a walking regime, I am sleeping better and instead of two to three snoozes, I have one.
Up and atom. Up and Adam, Up and at ’em.
Make up you mind.
Express yourself … don’t go for second best baby! just like Madonna.
I’ve got nothing. I’m stumped 🤔
Only thing that comes to mind is that yawns are contagious. It’s true; I’ve witnessed it.
Oh and someone once said we only yawn when we lack oxygen. I think that’s an old wives tale. Or not. Mr. Google might say otherwise but I ain’t got time for that.
Oh well. That for fun. Streaming. Now off we go into the wild blue yonder.
If you’re wondering what the above was all about, well Jilly’s nonsense was part of #SoCS. Thanks to Linda. Our lovely host with the most. Ya see she prompted us this fine lovely morning with YAWN … and the first thing that comes to our minds. Oh my, this will be a good one.
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Happy Saturday y’all. Make it a good one.
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