#SoCS for 9/21/19 ~ “wrap/rap”

What’s that I hear?  Badge contest!  In October.  Marking my calendar.  In the meantime, what time is it?  Game time!  Time for football.  Friday Night Lights.  Homecoming was last night.  I’m happier than …. Well I’m happier than insert southern colloquialism of your choice.

The loveliest of lovelies Grandmaster LGH or Linda G Hill tells us your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wrap/rap.” Use one, use both (for bonus points), use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!

wrap/rap, think, think and think

Hmmm!!!

That’s a wrap!

Uh no!

That’s NOT a wrap J-Dub

A wrap is a wannabe sandwich

Sure they’re might tasty and all but you’re just getting started

I like all music and rap is no exception.  Though not an aficionado, you were there at the beginning.  The 70’s man.  That was our time!  And on that note:

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your girl starts acting up

then you take her friend

Songwriters: Nile Rodgers / Bernard Edwards

“Rapper’s Delight” turned 40 years old on September 16, 2019.  And don’t get all PC police on me.  I enjoy this song.  So sue me.  Wait don’t sue me.  Some may say misogynist, not just this song but the rap genre in general.  I say baloney, salami, baloney.  Do what we did back in the day.  Make up our own words.

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your boy  starts acting up

then you take his friend

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#SoCS for 9/14/19 ~ First Blue Object

Hello everybody and welcome to #SoCS.  What’s #SoCS you ask?  Well that is the world our lovely Linda G Hill created for us to have a place where we get to let our thoughts flow from our heads in any ole random order onto the virtual page.  Go on, take a look right HERE to see the many lovely offerings and to play along should you so choose.

My turn … today she prompt us with Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “blue.” Talk about the first blue object you see when you sit down to write your post. Have fun!

I opted to work off my desktop versus my phone or iPad because I knew my desk is organized chaos and I’d likely find something blue when I’m right now finally sitting down to write.  Of course before I even walked in here, my one and only thought was “something borrowed something blue”.  I have weddings or in my case anniversaries of weddings on the brain.

Tomorrow B and I celebrate 35 years of wedded bliss.  And they said it wouldn’t last.  And they were likely going to be right if the statistics odds had proven true.  Thanks to the bell curve which is used to describe a graphical depiction of a normal probability distribution, whose underlying standard deviations from the median creates the curved bell shape, you see we are a unicorn.  Below sort of shows what I’m talking about … we are way over there to the right – odd balls outside the mean.

Image result for bell curve part of statistics tics?

We were young and naive.  Who knew what life would toss our way and whether we’d be strong enough to weather the storms?    

Okay, back to business.  I spy with my little eye … something blue.

First my VSP cloth for cleaning my glasses.  Still in the wrapper because I have another preferred cloth to use which I carry in my bag.  Next to the cloth is my mirror – with only edges of blue so it caught my eye after the cloth.

That mirror was given to us in 2015 during our giving campaign.  Who the heck keeps a mirror on her desk?  Not me! I rarely use any mirror much less this small one.  Up until last week the mirror was in my cubicle at work flipped the other way.  See picture to the right.  Can you find the six differences?  I love that game at the end of People Magazine.

Now something I could rant/stream about for hours (but won’t) is the move.  I don’t wanna so I’m not gonna.  But alas I have to … I am going back to the Thunder-dome.  My satellite office occupancy in Nirvana is four business days from coming to an end. Talk about your something blue as in blue boo hoo.

Wishing everyone a sensational Saturday.

As always, more to come.

 

 

 

 

#SoCS for 9/17/19 ~ Weigh/Way/Whey

Hola todos mi amigos.

Ah wey!

Wait!

Wey isn’t a prompt word and why are you being all snarky this morning?  Well you read the prompt and your San Antonio roots are showing.  Wey was the first thought bubble that popped into your brain.  Good thing you didn’t spout out pinche wey.  But ah wey is just as bad.  Some people may not even know what you’re talking about.  Let’s hope most do not understand your profanity gibberish.

Okay, back on track.  Let’s begin again.  Hola todos mi amigos!  It is time once again for #SoCS.  The lovely Linda gives us the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “weigh/way/whey.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you do that last thing. Enjoy!

No Way.  Yes Way.  Does anyone else memba being kids and saying that to each other?  Whenever something unlikely, gross, and/or unbelievable was said and if you didn’t believe the speaker of bullshit, you said “No way!” to which they replied “Yes way!”

And why do I picture Bill and Ted all of a sudden?  Hmmm.  Some memory in the recesses of my medulla oblongata …  No way!  The medulla is the part of my brain responsible for automatic things like sneezing.  Yes way!

Keanu is a good dude y’all or so I hear.  And George Carlin was hilarious.  But back to task.

I am going to weigh my options for how best to finish this stream.  I weigh options for a living or I used to when I have an Underwriter.  Now I still kind of weigh options for a living but more like interpret rules and regulations.  I suffer from analysis paralysis yet mostly I am in a kid in the candy store … give me MORE data so I can weigh my options and make the BEST decision.

But that’s boring and the good people here today did not sign up for insurance compliance 101.  Nope you didn’t expect this … not on this glorious Saturday where the birds are singing and the sun is shining and Little Miss Muffet sits on her tuffet, eating her curds eating and whey.

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#SoCS for 8/31/19 ~ Couch

Good morning folks! Welcome to Jilly’s “Couch Session”.  This stream is all part of the lovely Linda G Hill’s fantastic world of #SoCS.  Where a band of off-the-wall head cases in need of a “couch session” (speaking of myself) and/or fantastic prompt respondents (speaking of YOU! who are reading these words) meet each week to rise to the challenge of writing for fun!  If you’d like join in by either reading or writing, here are the rules and ping back.

Today Linda writes and I write again … Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “couch” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

More homework!  Noun or verb … verb or noun. Thanks god and greyhounds preposition was so last week.

Before we get started, if you live near a Baskin and Robbins, go get some ice cream.  Yesterday in a different sort of “Couch Session” I learned they play off their 31 flavors on the 31st day of each month.  You can get a scoop for $1.31 (or $1.70 with tax).  That’s a bargain y’all.  A cone usually costs more than a half gallon.  We pay more for the novelty I guess.  I will likely spend more than $1.31 in gas than the money I save but I am eating Stranger Things ice cream sometime today folks. You’re welcome for my PSA. lol

Back to our regularly scheduled program … couch.

Think, think. and think.

At work we use the term “couch session” often.  Daily in fact.  By talking things out, we keep each other from jumping off the ledge or the “curb” since we are really just joshing about jumping from anything at all.  While we are fortunate souls who have the world at our feet, there are times we need to vent or laugh to keep from crying in our private sessions with Vegas rules.  I am fortunate to have several “best friends at work” and only former Gallup poll participants will know to what I am referring.

And maybe with my rambling stream you’ve no idea what I mean.  A couch session needs no air quotes.  Thanks to Freud and his ilk, patients would recline on a couch to be hypnotized and speak their darkest secrets to their shrinks aka head doctor not to be confused with witch doctor,  OOH EEH OOH AH AAH ting tang walla walla bing bang.

Where the hell am I?

Oh ya, couch sessions with a psychiatrist … Lucy from the Peanuts put her shingle up and for 5 cents, the doctor is real in!  As in hip, as in cool.  But I think Lucy needed help herself.  She was awfully mean when she moved the football away at the last minute.  Every.Single.Time.  Poor Charlie Brown.  He should’ve got up and punched her … notarized my ass.

And with that my stream is out of steam.  Time for a nap.  At 5:30 am CST no less.  Yep, insomnia got me @ 4ish and I said to my self … self get up.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 8/24/19 ~ Preposition

Before the start of #SoCS, I’d like to wish you fine folks a good morning.  We truly must KEEP meeting this way.  You know as opposed to we have to stop meeting this way.

The lovely Linda provides us with a 5th anniversary prompt-posal as in a play on proposal not be confused with prom-posal which is such a ridiculous thing.  But I digress.  And I am old-ish.  And apparently prom-posals are a cute custom but whatevs.  And I purposefully spelled whatever as whatevs better than what-Eva.

Moving along, Linda writes and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “preposition” Start your post with any preposition. Bonus points if you end with one too. Enjoy!

Sheesh AND she-she-mama.  Homework!  What the heck is a preposition? Not to be confused with proposition which … reminds me of making an offer you can’t refuse …. said in my best ever Marlon Brando voice over voice.  Don Vito Corleone got nothing on me.
Take two – let’s Merriam Webster this bad boy.
prep·o·si·tion
/ˌprepəˈziSH(ə)n/

noun

GRAMMAR
  1. a word governing, and usually preceding, a noun or pronoun and expressing a relation to another word or element in the clause, as in “the man on the platform,” “she arrived after dinner,” “what did you do it for ?”.

Ah ha!  Well I started with before the start of #SoCS … but somehow that doesn’t really feel prepositional.  Yet we’re going with that sentiment.

Speaking of sentiment.  Ugh! I’m a mixed bag of emotions today.  I have some news that was to be kept quiet but now the jig is up, the cat is outta the bag, and /or the canary is singing … Tra-la-la-boom-de-A. Tra-la-la-boom-de-A.

Means I can speak freely.  After almost four glorious years, the Riverwalk crew must relocate to the mothership or parts unknown.  That’s right, we’ve been kicked to the curb. They’re breaking up the band.  Our time in downtown SA is coming to an end.

Very true that you never know what you’ve got til it’s gone.  Regrets, I have a few … This small 16″ tote and single grocery bag fits 35 years worth of “stuff”.

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I’m going where the streets have no name …

To be fair, I downsized the last three or four jobs.  Now I’m joining the ranks of the floaters where there are 1.2 people for each desk.  Grab em while they’re hot … before they are gone.  I’m ready to enter the thunder dome.

Hope y’all know I’m kidding.  Not about moving from nirvana to the zoo.  That part is true.  The kidding part is about being upset.  I’m not.  Life’s too short.

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#SoCS for 8/17/19 ~ Co

Good morning fine folks of the blogosphere!  Time once again for #SoCS.  The lovely Linda G. Hill tells us Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “co-” Find a word that uses “co” as a prefix and use it in your post. Have fun!”

This is a test.  Of the emergency broadcast system.  Not really!  Only feels like a test.

Prefix huh?  As in placing letters before the root of the word?  Doing so for the express purpose of changing the meaning?  Hmmmm.  Well let’s see what we come up with.

“Co” think, think, and think.

Co … Co … Co … pa-cabana … she fell in love

Watch Out!

Barry’s in the house and the ear worm has commenced

Her name was Lola, she was a show girl

Or Jilly two shoes

With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there

OMGoodness

That’s not even the assignment

Here is your mission … should you choose to accept it

Put Co- in front of something.  Then stream until your heart’s content.

Co-pilot.  Lulu is my co-pilot.  She’s all grown up though.  My little co-pilot.  Not little anymore.  For much of her life, we palled around, just the two of us.  Pony flew the coop and B?  Well he was always at work.  Why? … because … well because someone had to bring home the bacon.  So I could fry it up in the pan.

As if!

I rarely cook. And bacon is a hot mess. Tastes fan-freaking-tastic but the splatter of all that grease.  Forget it!  That’s B’s job.  He is our chief cook and I am the bottle washer.

There’s co for you … we co-operate.

And in our almost 35 years of wedded bliss, we sure have overcome some curve balls.

The tough stuff either pushes you together or pulls you apart.  For better or for worse, we’re in the former category.  With love and mutual respect, we have all that’s necessary to co-exist in relative peace and harmony.

And on that note, without further ado, I bid you all adieu.  Parlez-vous français?  Oui, oui.   But only by help of Google translator.

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#SoCS for 8/10/19 ~ Where

Where do I begin?

Get outta my head Erich Segal with your Love Story bull shit!  “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” cries Ali MacGraw aka Jenny.

“As if!” says Cher in Clueless

If you do something to be sorry about you apologize.  Simple! Didn’t your mama raise you right?

Doh! Jilly is on a tear this morning y’all.

Take two.

Where do I begin?

Doctor Zhivago

Where in the world is this coming from and what’s Doctor Zhivago got to do with the price of tea in Russia?  Get it?  Cuz Dr. Z was set in Russia.  Ha!  I slay me.  LOL 🙂

Take three.

Where do I begin?

“At the beginning” says the King.  Keep going until the end or some such other stuff.

I’m paraphrasing because I can never remember this Lewis Carroll quote verbatim.  I LOVE the sing song of the words though.  Just won’t stick in the old noggin. “Off with her head”

Finally!  We are at the reason why we are here today.  Where #SoCS is in da house.  Where the lovely Linda gives us our prompt.  Where she writes and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “where.” Start your post with the word “where” and write whatever comes to you. Bonus points if you end your post with “where” too. Enjoy!

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I win!  Bonus.  Or not since the only way to end this post with where is to awkwardly stick where … where the sun don’t shine.  LOL 🙂

Bad News Bears.  You can take your 2nd place trophy and shove it up your @$$!!! you miscreants.  I love these kids!

As always, more to come.

Too bad the bonus points weren’t awarded for nonsense and over use of the word where.  

 

#SoCS for 8/3/19 ~ Astronomical

Well, well, well.  What have we here my pretties?  Time once again for #SoCS where our host, the lovely Linda G Hill says and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “astronomical.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!

My first thought when I saw the prompt was high prices.  Prices led me to think about the price of tea in China. Followed by what’s that got to do with astronomical?  Is the price of Chinese tea expensive or something?   Something.  No expensive.  More expensive than gold accordingly to 2007 faux news.

High prices made me think of commercials about the opposite of astronomical.  Those Crazy Eddie deals where for the low low price of ten easy payments of $$ you too can have it all.  America she’s been very very good to me.

Whew! breathe girlie.  Think, think and think … Astronomical.

I was a married woman about the age of 25 when  I developed an astronomical crush on my Astronomy teacher.  Tis true.  I cannot tell a lie just like George Washington.  I did not pass go and collect $200 after graduating from high school.  Instead of going to college as was expected, I went straight into the workforce where I quickly found the way to success was a stupid piece of paper.  Sometimes people are plain stupid y’all.  Put up or shut up and I could put up with the best of ’em.  Didn’t matter sadly.   If I wanted to further my career beyond call center senior, I needed a college degree.  That nonsense is what landed me in college.  Mostly night and sometimes day school.  Where I met the handsome AA.  And B knows all about my crush which went unrequited.

Funny what come to mind during these #SoCS exercises.  I remember that semester vividly.  I was working part time and attending school.  I felt old because I was slightly older than the 18 year olds with who I attended classes.  Astronomy was fun.  An easy A as they say.  I learned the names of quite a few constellations.  My favorite was Orion’s belt.   Nothing better than being outside the city lights and looking up to the sky, stargazing on all that glorious beauty.  Ahhhh.  Now that’s the stuff.

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#SoCS for 7/27/19 ~ “clean/dirty”

Good morning to my favorite people on the planet.

YOU!  Yes ALL of YOU!

If you are reading this post you are a favorite person.

What time is it? Game time!   Time once again for Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday aka #SoCS aka the place where little Jilly Mac let’s her freak flag fly.  Yep I said it.  About myself so that is A-okay! Besides freak flag is not a bad thing.  According to Urban Dictionary anyways.  It says and I quote:

Freak flag = A characteristic, mannerism, or appearance of a person, either subtle or overt, which implies unique, eccentric, creative, adventurous or unconventional thinking.

Let’s move along shall we?  Alrighty then.  Linda says your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

Hmm.  Think, think and think.  All I got for clean/dirty is Orbit commercials like the one that follows:

There are more just like this … the one with the cheating husband

Stinky Mac-Stink face!  Says the Lint Licker to the Son of Biscuit eating Bull Dog and the Cootie Queen.

He-lair-E-us.  How’s that for phonetic spelling?!?!?  Hilarious! Amiright?  Nope just mildly amusing?  Nope not funny at all?  Well that’s still A-okay.

Speaking of Cootie Queen because we were you know, who remembers the kids’ game called Cootie!?  You rolled a die (the singular for dice) and depending on the number you landed on you got another part of a bug aka cootie.

I realize this is a video happy post but I wanted proof I had not lost it.  Yes there was such a game as Cootie! On any given Saturday 1972 or 73 my brothers and I might be playing Cootie along a plethora of other board games but only after watching Saturday morning cartoons.  Ah now that’s the stuff.  And I am done.

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#SoCS for 7/20/19 ~ Frame

Howdy neighbors!  Time once again for #SoCS.  One of the loveliest of lovelies, Linda G Hill, our proverbial host with the most gives us our weekly prompt.  She writes and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.” Use it as a noun or a verb or any way you like. Have fun!

Hmm!  Think, think, and think.  The bird is the word.  Nope frame is the word.

Crap!  Effing ear worm.  Now I won’t be able to think of anything else.  Cuz the mind wants what the mind wants … you know?

The very first thought bubble when I read the Friday reminder was not the above nonsense.  Nope my first thought was freaking “Freeze Frame” by the J Geils Band.  Yeppers.  80s gold I tell ya.  I sat down and attempted to un-freeze my frame and let the stream take over but nope.  My mind kept coming back to this song.

Now that that is out of my head and maybe into yours, I will move along.

Did y’all know I was a Blue Belle?  Yep.  And what the hell is a Blue Belle? Well it is a dance team member.  And I was a crappy dancer.  I could high kick though so there was that.

Now you’re wondering why?  Just why is she telling us this?  Well because that summer in the early 80s, we went to dance camp … the equivalent of band camp … but for drill and dance teams.

Oh no I feel an American Pie reference coming on. “This one time at band camp” says Alyson Hannigan Nasty girl.  Wait “my name is Janet. Miss Jackson if you’re nasty”.

For heaven’s sake, your name is Jilly Beans.  Time to land the plane.  Tell the fine folks what else you remembered after the song “Freeze Frame”.

At dance camp, we were separated into small groups to learn routines.  I was paired up with SR and we were taught a dance to … you guessed it “Freeze Frame”.  We had a prop which was a portrait style frame.  Big enough for us to hold and stick on heads through with every click of the camera.  We wore painters overalls with neon splatter all over them.  Now I remember, this was the summer of 1982 … in the year of our lord.  May we all bow our heads and pray … that this ramble ends soon.

And FIN aka done.

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