#SoCS for 6/15/19 ~ Social

Good morning!!  Happy Saturday to you and yours.  #Free48!!

I feel a Holy shamoly  coming on same as Linda who every week allows us to join her party where we roll with the proverbial flow. You should join us too.  The details are HERE.

Whew! What a wonderful whirlwind week!!  And it ain’t over yet.  To the prompt!!

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

Ah man .. any way … would someone please tell me a way … any way … could go many different directions.  And me … here I sit with analysis paralysis.

Well you could do an acrostic.

S –  searching for an

O – open welcoming

C – community where people

I – interact with one

A – another creating circles of the most trusted

L – loyalty

Wait! what?  Why did you do that? Ugh!  You’re wasting the good peoples’ time.

I realize you’re referring to social in the sense of being friend.  In fact Jilly Beans, you remember Sr. Mary Margaret telling your class that the word social comes from the Latin socius meaning “friend.”  Funny strange how one recalls random events of the past when you’re spilling thoughts onto the page without a care in the world.

Once upon a time at work, management put on ice cream socials to celebrate just about anything.  Wonder if they still do that in the call center.  Those folks are much more rah-rah.  And you used to love rah-rah team building.  Forget the fact that you’re an introvert.

Can an introvert be social?  Why yes! Yes we can.  Only difference is the need to recuperate after such outings.  I muster up the courage to attend all the while planning my exit.  Then I reward myself for being in the company of people with what?  You guessed it.  ICE CREAM.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.  Now I am back on the playground in 2nd grade.  No you’re in your home office.  On the fine Saturday morning.

I will close with feel good moments from this week plus one not so feel good moment to start …

  • My CT results were NORMAL.  Yet I’m feeling anything but …  Plus another new symptom popped up Thursday night/very early Friday morning.  I have not Web Md’ed this yet.  I won’t … or might not … or I will and I will blog about it.  🙂
  • Had the best Wednesday and Thursday at work despite being very loooong days.  My co-worker L has started calling me Jilly Beans.  I always wanted a nickname.  That fills a void.
  • A different co-worker told me I talked her off the ledge.  Which is only fair seeing as she did same for me on several occasions.  By some miracle, we do not need “the talking to” at the same time.
  • Finally I reconnected with former co-workers toward a common goal.

And now I am done.  Beep beep beep went the timer.  Off to see what mischief I can achieve.

As always, more to come.




#SoCS for 6/8/19 ~ Word From Nearest Book

Hello fine folks of the blogosphere.  Time once again for #SoCS.  Today the lovely Linda gives us a prompt which requires some choosing.  Random finger pointing in the best way possible.  Not finger pointing as in placing blame.  You know what they say when you point a finger?  Three fingers are pointed back at you.  Ha!  I have turned into a soap box kinda gal haven’t I?

Nobody likes a tattletale.  But what about see something say something? … Tattle away please.  Blow that whistle!  Can you tell I’ve been at some airports lately?

Detouring from my long opening, here is the specific information:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “open book, point, write.” Pick up the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. Close your eyes, open the book, and place your finger on the page. Whatever word or phrase your finger lands on, write about it. Enjoy!

First off the closest book to me right now is “a spark of light” by Jodi Picoult.  As with all her books, the subject matter is intense, controversial, debatable.  I am enjoying my read because Jodi has a way of presenting both sides of an issue without picking a side.  Just the facts ma’am and then you decide … for yourself.  Her fiction reads like “real” life.  You know her characters.  Hell in some of her books you ARE her characters.

Without further ado, this is the phrase I landed on:

Now her brain – her celebrated retired professor brain …

Ah!  Let me introduce you to Olive.  Olive and her wife Peg have made a lovely home in the community.  She taught at the local university.  Her classes were the most popular, always full.  On the first day she performs an exercise to shows her students that their memories are mostly made up.  She photo-shops them into pictures of places they’ve never been but tells them she captured the images from their social media.  She asks them to briefly explain a memory from that day.  Sure enough, each student starts to create a false memory from the fake image.

Doing so is human’s coping mechanism … there is simply too much going on around us for us to take it in and remember it.  Not a single student says they can’t remember anything.  Fascinating stuff huh?  And true.  Jodi cites her sources and the above exercise came from a live case.  Makes me want to go back to a school and get a degree in psychology.

Okay, ‘nuf said.  This was fun y’all.  Thanks Linda for providing us the space to stream.

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As always more to come.

#SoCS for 6/1/19 ~ Silent/Silence

Hello darkness my old friend …

Wait!  What?

Well she said silent/silence didn’t she?

Good morning fines folks of bloglandia.  Time once again for #SoCS where the lovely Linda G Hill provides a prompt then we proceed to sit down with pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and let the words spill from our unique/quite creative brains on to physical or virtual page.

And yep, she said silent/silence.  We can use one of both.  Have fun!

My mind doing what my mind does went to Simon and Garfunkel’s classic song.  “The Sound of Silence”  That’s the stuff.  But how can silence have a sound?  If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?  Heady stuff for this Saturday huh?  The answer is no.  Now I’ve thought about this quite a bit.  There is only sound when someone is around it hear it.  Whadda you think?

I’m surprised I answered that for myself.  More often than not I sit … on the fence … in analysis paralysis.  But not last night … having dinner with my familia aka the brain trust.  Our conversation flows in a myriad of directions.  We were anything but silent. 

My did we laugh y’all.  My did I need to laugh.  And I might even repeat a funny but way off color joke if I didn’t think you’d think less of me … if you even think of me that id … because I’m not the sun.  id was not a typo y’all.  My flow went with id instead of is as a Freudian slip.  Wasn’t Freud the guy with id, ego and superego

Go back to silent/silence Jilly!

Okay.  I’m thinking about joining up with a group one of these Saturday mornings for walking meditation.  It’s FREE.  A perk of working downtown was finding out about this FREE family fun in my own back yard.

The thing is one has to be completely silent.  I am not sure I can do that.  While I am introverted and appreciate silence certain activities spark my mental activity which in turn makes we wanna shout … kick my heels up and shout … or just speak … no don’t speak … I’m pretty sure I could sit in total silence but walk in total silence?  Nope.  I’d either be kicked out or hushed.  Ssshhh.

Moving on …

I’m off to find something to wear during a conference next week.  I’m going to Kansas City … Kansas City here I come … I’ve been so lax in wardrobe at work lately that none of my more business casual stuff fits.

Sacribleu that sneaks up on you when you wear only the same handful of outfits and totally sloth out in large over-sized house dresses every weekend.  Either that or I’m dying.  😦 … I do go that quickly from zero to 180.  It’s a curse of a vivid non-silent mind.

Now I’m FIN.  If you made it to the end and would like to join in, follow this link to the land of Oz aka #SOCS.

Cue music … As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 5/25/19 ~ Rhymes With Rosy

Time once again for an exciting exercise in creativity.  Time where anything goes and you can let any and all thoughts spill on to the page.  What time is that you ask?  Game time! Time for #SoCS.

How many “time” is too many for your opening?  Seven … the answer is seven because six is mighty fine.  🙂

Our lovely host the one and only Linda G Hill provides this prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

Hmmm Rosy … Nosy … Posy …

Rosy rolly polly

Rosy …


I am blocked.

Oh well, there is always next Saturday and the Saturday after that and so on and so forth and forever marching forward. Wishing you all a wonderful Saturday.

As always, more to come.

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#SoCS for 5/18/19 ~ adverb of my choice

Somewhere in a land far far away there lived a giant who grumpily bothered the townsfolk frequently.

Well hello wonderfuls!  You caught me.  I’m trying cleverly to stream my way into a somewhat entertaining post.  Never a dull moment around here.  Linda is at it again.  Prompting us spiritedly with some good ones.  Today on tap she says and I happily quote:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “adverb.” Start your post with any adverb and just run with it. Have fun!”

Done!  Bonus for starting with an adverb.  Or not.  Because truth be told grammar rules are not my jam.  Are these words highlighted throughout this stream even adverbs?  I’ve been regularly spouting about what is and is not my jam latelyMerrily and joyfully I am passionately living my dream.  

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As always, more to come.


#SoCS for 5/11/19 ~ strain

How does a bastard, orphan son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean
By providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

Alexander Hamilton from the musical Hamilton

Oh, hello there.

I started streaming before I even read the prompt.

You see today is the day folks.  I am going to Hamilton!!!

But now is time for #SoCS and Linda gives this the following:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “strain.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!



think, think and think

Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up

My Shot from the musical Hamilton

Oh who am I kidding??!  I am single minded and won’t be able to write a flipping thing until AFTER the show.  I got nothing going for strain except to recognize the strain at that time and how history has a way of repeating itself.

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#SoCS for 5/4/19 ~ “fall from the sky”

Good morning everyone.  Time once again for #SoCS.  What a way to cap off the week!  Here is what our lovely host Ms. Linda G Hill has given us:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fall from the sky.” Write about anything that falls from the sky–real, imagined, or idiomatic. Have fun!

When I saw this yesterday, I thought to myself … self you’re going to write some poetry or a flash fiction piece.  I mean c’mon with that set up “fall from the sky” vivid imagery will surely to flow.

But this is #SoCS and there are rules.  Plus there are my extra add ons like using the timer.  And poetry or flash fiction, well they take work.  Can’t just throw something out there and expect the piece to be good.  Good takes work.  Better takes more work. And Best takes even more work!  Are you picking up what I’m laying down?

Recently I entered a contest.  I threw my story out there in a day.  I was more interested in getting to the requisite number of words than being good.  Then there is this process to write and edit and rewrite and revise and edit again and polish polish polish until the words are all sparkly and shiny and the peoples … well the peoples they want to read your story.  Well I NEVER do that.  I have zero patience for revision.  Stream of consciousness does not call for this extra step anyway.  My words, well they might as well “fall from the sky”  and with that we are back!

You know what else falls from the sky?  Turkeys.  This classic episode appeared on October 30, 1978 during the inaugural season for WKRP in Cincinnati.  I have written about this episode before but I am doing so again since turkeys “falling from the sky” was the very first thing that came to mind with I read the prompt.

You guys should know me by now.  Poetry?  my attempts are lame.  My category #FlashFiction has been dormant for a while now.  And truth be told, my flash was always based on a true story.  As is this turkey drop, only the turkeys were thrown from trucks.  Life … ah … truth … stranger than fiction.  I hope the following gets the laughter going on this fine and rainy Saturday morn.  Or at least brings a smile.

As always, more to come.

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#SoCS for 4/27/19 ~ xp

Howdy y’all.  Happy Saturday!  Time once again for #SoCS.  Our lovely host, Linda G Hill gives us the following:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “xp.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “xp”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Hmmmm.  Think, think, and think some more.


Is that the same as 😛 ?


Could be?

“Mayhaps it is” said in what I imagine to be the voice of Mother Abigail Freemantle or the famous Ruby Dee who played her on TV.

Forgive me but this is stream and that’s were what’s left of my mind flowed.

Speaking of movies.

Wait!  We were not speaking of movies.  The prompt is xp.

The only XP I know of is the operating system variety and we ALL know how much I know about Windows XP or operating systems in general said me in my sarcastic Jilly thinks she is SO funny voice.  Windows XP has supposedly gone the way of the dinosaurs.  And TBH, “I know nothing” said in my Sgt. Schultz voice.

Is a theme percolating here “in my … voice” or is this just nada?

No this post is about algo!!!  Or something for my readers who do not speak Spanish.

I always wanted to learned another language.  And in the “it is never too late or one is never too old sentiment” I may just try.  My father was multi-lingual.  His native tongue was Czech.  He did not learn English until he was seven years old and started attending the Novarad school in Fayette county TX.  He also spoke Polish, German and Spanish.  I used to love listening to him talk to Grandma J speak Czech to one another.

I’d pretend I could speak Czech too – making up words.  I was NOT mocking.  It was a genuine LOVE.

The true extent of what I knew:

  • Jak Se Mas? (How are you doing?),
  • Dobře a jak ty (Fine and you?)
  • veselé Vánoce (Merry Christmas) 
  • babička (grandma),
  • tatinek (daddy) 
  • maminka (mommy)

I may have also known how to say kiss my ass! políbit můj zadek!! Or not.  lol

I vividly remember dad singing the this little piggies nursery rhyme to little one year old Pony Boy –  wicheka, wicheka, wicheka all the way home.  I found this on Google translator.

oto malé prase šlo na trh.Toto malé prase zůstalo doma.Toto malé prase mělo hovězí pečeně.Toto malé prase nemělo.Toto malé prase vykřiklo "Wee, wee, wee, wee!"Po celou cestu domů.

And the picture/memory became more clear.  Dang the water works.

Get a grip and give em something funny.  Close strong girly.

Oh ya.  Once tatinek overheard some people talking while assuming he wouldn’t know what they were saying.  When he responded with the directions to the strip club by the airport, they were embarrassed.  Yes he had understood correctly.  He said “but what did I care, they looked to be of age”  Oh my!  how’s that for explicit?

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As always, more to come.

All That Glitters

The #SoCS prompt was rib which generated a couple of Adam and Eve entries. These entries got me thinking about a theme song. I remembered bits and pieces of the words but the name of the show and song escaped me. Here’s what I knew for sure:

  • I was injured in a motorcycle accident during Battle of Flowers weekend of my 6th grade year (this is important because it helped me time stamp what I was looking for).
  • I missed several days of school.
  • Because I was convalescing my parents let me have the TV in my room.
  • I had my nights and days mixed up and I would stay up very late.
  • The show came on after Mary Hartman Mary Hartman.
  • The show was controversial. I remember vividly being anxious that I’d get caught and be in big trouble for watching it. Same with “Soap” but I watched it too.

Then wah la. “All That Glitters” popped into my head. Norman Lear pushing the envelope. Anyone else recall this gem?


Blasphemy but go on and listen anyway.

One morning the Lord she woke up to say I feel like I wanna be creative today

So by a virtue of the power I have invested in me

I make the heaven the earth and the deep blue sea

Things that swim, fly, walk, fly, creep and crawl

Now I better make someone to name them all

Yes human was needed in the neighborhood

So the lord made woman and it was good

She said the Garden of Eden is no place to be alone

And from the rib of a Madame came Adam full grown

As time went by these two went right

They followed the instructions and multiplied

She’d hunt

He’d cook

She worked

He played

While she administered the government he crocheted

She wore the male

He wore the veil

Her head was crowned

His feet were bound

He’d concubine and walk behind

She was a pardon the expression a mastermind

So is it any wonder why the men complain since from the dawn of time it’s been a woman’s domain

Weird how our minds work.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 4/20/19 ~ rib

Howdy y’all.  Time once again for the #SoCS roundup.  Grab your partner and dosey doe. Linda tells is that our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rib.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “rib”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!

Here goes nothing.  Rib.  Think, think and think.

My first thought is good ole TX BBQ.  Ribs are damn expensive and don’t really have much meat to them.  I don’t care to work for my food either.  Nawing on the bone like some kind of animal.  But we are human animals so says the Walt Disney tune.

My second thought is anatomy.  Once upon a time I wanted to be a nurse like my sweet Aunt Lavina Jo.   I was working full time in the insurance biz but I wanted more than call center.  Back then promotion was based on retirement or death so my options to advance were limited.  I took evening classes in Biology I and II and Anatomy and Physiology (A&P) to make my switch into nursing.

And I aced those courses too.  I got grades that Dr. T and Mr. Purcell said would cause me to get slashed tires.  A very competitive environment and for some odd reason I excelled.  Then came the practical application and on the first day I fainted.  All I remember is someone saying “she’s going down” then I woke up to the sting of smelling salts.

And what’s this have to do with ribs?  Well they are the bones I had to name along with all the others.  There are 206 if memory serves.  The easier part of A&P for me because this required memory but no touching.  Unless you count the skeleton that we touched as we labeled him with our flash cards.  Flash ah ah, King of the Universe.  Q was so yesterday … lol  

Moving right along.  Truth be told ribs kind of gross me out.  I know they are essential for protecting vital organs like our hearts and lungs but I am squeamish.  Hat off to those fine folks – the caregivers of the world.  As much as my heart was there, my actual abilities were seriously lacking.

And that’s all she wrote.  To join in with this merry band of rib writing prompt respondents or to read their works extraordinaire, follow this path to the wonderful world of #SoCS that Linda created.

As always, more to come.