Hey y’all. Time for #SoCS. Our lovely host Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word you have to look up.” We all have words we can never spell. Use one of yours in your post and let that word drive your stream of consciousness where ever it goes. Have fun!” If you’d like tojoin in the alphabet soup, here are the rules and ping back.
I sped read the prompt and was already formulating a post about the Disney movie Up! We’re gearing up for a virtual Zoom conference next week with a movie team builder. I wasn’t going to use Up. Still I’ve got movies on the brain. My favorite movie is … drum roll please …
Such a lie.
Still hard to pick only one because my capacity to appreciate marginal things is deep. Haha. I’m torn between Little Miss Sunshine, the Dream Team, or Fast Times at Ridgemont High. None are earth shattering but they’re fun. Decisions, decisions. BTW who knew Cameron Crowe married singer Nancy Wilson of the band Heart? I didn’t. Until today.
Back to task! You squirrelly girl. Now that’s a word I have to look up. Squirrel. Still looks wrong as I write it. Squirrel. Is my spell check broken? Haha. Rules: y’all. u always follows q OR i before e except after c except in a whole bunch of words. Right Keith? Moon or Richards.
I’m back on the chain gang Chrissie Hynde.
Another word I have to look up is parallel. But I’ve mastered tomorrow. Yay me! Haha.
Before I go, a memory. Mom forced us to look up words in the dictionary whenever we asked her to help us spell a word. Every. Single. Time. Us kids would get irritated with her and my mean brother would say “she won’t tell us cuz she can’t spell herself” She never waived despite our bad attitudes always with the “go look it up and you’ll thank me one day”. Which of course we did. I was a good speller with all that practice. In the moment ungrateful but later full of gratitude.
Wonder what mom would think about today’s built in spell check from my iPad as I write this. Cheating. Cuz I still have trouble with squirrel and parallel and a host of other words that have corrected themselves as I type away.
Alrighty then! We’re off to curbside. A little bit later on today. Changing it up by a day cuz momma aka Jilly needs her sangria. Work kicked my ass. I’m imbibing this evening. Yeah buddy.
With numbers like those in today’s date, it must be our lucky day. 10+10=20. Lotteria anyone?
Time once again for #SoCS where the lovely Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!” If you’d like to join in the fun and games, here are the rules and ping back. And awaaaaay we go!
Medium. Hmmm. Think, think, and think. I go straight to a crystal ball. Getting my fortune told. I see Zoltar on the board walk. Big! I enjoyed that movie.
In high school, we went to the local soothsayer. I don’t remember what she told me, it was too long ago. Only bits of faded memories remain. The stickiest plastic table cloth on a card table. Dim light. A saucer full of coffee grounds. Not tea leaves. Bargain basement stuff though I think tea is the cheaper of the two. Maybe the savings was in the re-use? Ick. Not that I believe in psychic powers any way. I do believe people can be empaths and be intuitive but predict the future? Not really.
Oh well, my stream was only a sprinkle. That’s all for now. Not much on tap for the remainder of the day. Going to relish decompressing. I don’t wanna, so I’m not gonna. Lol.
Time once again for #SoCS. Woo hoo! The lovely Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “container.” Use the word “container” any way you’d like. Or think about a container of some kind and write about it. Enjoy!” To join the fun, here are the rules and ping back.
Hmmm. Think, think, and think. Container??
My first thought is work related. We’re building “containers” to hold important documentation. How boring!
I think we’ll be buried in trees. The root ball (biodegradable pod) is a fantastic place to contain our ashes. Lulu or Pony mentioned that. As plans for B and me.
Morbid? Maybe? Or humane. I was strangely touched. Recycling Jilly loves the idea. Now for an off the cuff acrostic! Inspired by Peter. Well the acrostic part anyways.
Cremation begins anew
One’s legacy goes on
Nourishing the soil
Into the earth
Nearer to the core
From the addled wandering mind of one J-Dub McGillicutty. This is stream after all. Wishing you all the best. #free48.
The wait is over!! Time once again for SoCS where the lovely Linda writes and I re-write “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-tion.” Find a word that ends with “tion.” Bonus points if you start your post with it. Have fun!” Yeah Buddy. Bo- to the -nus. Or just BONUS!! 🙂 To join in the fun and frolic, here are the rules and ping back.
Anticipation, anticipaaaaation is makin’ me late and keepin’ me waaaaaaiting
Ugh mo, ketchup advertisement ear worm. Or Carly Simon ear worm. Ha!
You’re welcome … now you can have an ear worm too.
Ketchup or catsup which do you prefer?? Ha! Trick question. They are the same thing. Yeah buddy!
Station … as I write this I have on my Sirius XM. Loving the tunes on Classic Rewind where by serendipity the current song is (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. Yeah buddy!
How many yeah buddy is too many yeah buddy? Four! The answer is four. Hehe.
I guess I am outta stream for today. No plans this time. I am just off … into the living room. Wishing you a wonderful #free48!
Hello folks. Time for #SoCS. The lovely Linda writes and I rewrite: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!” To join in, here was the rules and ping back.
Oh no! Homework. But I cannot fully research for that is breaking the #SoCS rules.
Okay. Think, think. and think. Hmm-mm.
Collar as a noun?
Dog collar because ya know, I am that crazy lady who loves her dogs like they are her grandchildren. Perhaps the only grandchildren we will ever have considering the current situation. Pony divorced and thanks to the Rona, not out mingling and looking for love in all the wrong places. Urban Cowboy, this is not! And Lulu not wanting to be a mom and feeling rather guilty about that decision. People tell her she’s young and will change her mind. Only two people involved in that decision, her and the boyfriend. As much as we’d love a little bundle of joy to brighten our lives, B and I are not pushing an agenda.
Collar as a verb?
Well collar the criminal of course. Nab the bad guy or gal. I’m practicing this new block thingy and will insert the most iconic nab the bad guy sound. I already know I won’t be able to re-size my example but oh well.
Now for the cherry on top of the sundae, collar as a metaphor. All I can think of is dark. Whether your collar is white, blue, or pink, your job is a collar that binds you. No idea what I mean? Well I worked 12 hours yesterday. I was off Monday but still put in my 40 hours for the week. I really should be working now. Ugh and I prefer these streams to be jaunty. Oh well, the mind goes where the mind goes. And I am NOT at work now.
Off we go into the socially distanced yonder. To walk around Copernicus Park. Needed a change of scenery. Wishing everyone a happy restful Saturday.
Time once again for #SoCS. Our host with the most, the lovely Linda G Hill writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sharp.” Use it in any or all of its definitions. Have fun!” If you’d like to join in too, here are the rules and ping back.
My first thought was ZZ Top’s song “Sharp Dressed Man” but I’ve written about that before. Then I thought about the expression “sharp as a tack” but my stream stopped.
Hmm 🤔 think, think, think … tongue in my tail?!?!? “Taming of the Shrew” and Kate’s sharp tongue. We read these lines in drama class. For a Catholic school, the School Sisters of Notre Dame we’re pretty progressive in letting us perform the play considering the innuendo. Here’s the scene:
Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp, i’faith you are too angry. Katherine:If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then to pluck it out. Katherine:Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio:Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio:Whose tongue? Katherine:Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell. Petruchio:What, with my tongue in your tail?
I’ve always been a lil sassy and sharp tongued myself. Usually as a defense mechanism. Anywho. That’s all she wrote for today. Happy Saturday everyone 🎉
Well hello y’all. Time once again for #SoCS where our host with the most, Linda G Hill writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now. Enjoy!”
Think, think, and think …
99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 bottles of beer
Take one down
Pass it around
98 bottles of beer on the wall
Well that’t not 100.
And who puts beer on a wall anyway? That song is nonsense.
We don’t have more than a hundred of anything in the house. Including the aforementioned bottles of beer because I quit buying alcohol when the urge for day drinking became too intense. This COVID enforced work from home has pros and cons. The biggest best pro is not commuting and not wearing shoes. On the con side there is easy access to everything like alcohol with breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Back to counting. We don’t have more than a hundred of anything in the house. Repeat Polly. Unless you count strands of hair on our heads, grains of salt, grains of rice, granules of sugar, staples, ammo/bullets, assorted coins, or floor tiles. And I tell ya, none of those are inspiring. And yes I said ammo. This is Texas after all. Wink, wink.
Just about outta stream when this song came to mind … hundred acre woods … cue music. What better way to say until next time!! Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. Willy, nilly, silly ole bear 🙂
Wishing everyone who stumbles upon this post a wonderful Saturday. To join in the shenanigans, go back up and click on Linda’s name to get to the fantastic world she created. You’ll be glad ya did 🙂
Happy Saturday y’all. I’m trying to put on a happy face. #SoCS sure fills the bill for that. If you’d like to join in, then follow this link to the Rules and Ping Back.
Linda writes and I re-write “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!”
Hmm. Think, think, and think. Idiom. I better brush up on what an idiom is. Ha! See how I did that?
I use idioms like there’s no tomorrow. Half the time I don’t even know I’m doing it. I’ve got a million of em. When I first saw the prompt word my first that was “A bird in the hand is worth two in the brush”. I know it’s bush but this is stream and I have leeway.
B and I told Lulu that the other day. She’s job hunting. She had an interview then she got another call to proceed to the assessment phase with another company. If X offers me the job before Y do I take it? Yes! Because a bird in the hand …
And with the my stream is done. Until next time. Hope your day is a great one.
Time once again for #SoCS. First before we get going, today is the Feast of the Assumption of Mary. Had Rona not reared its’ ugly head we would have been booking it to Praha Texas to celebrate with pivo and fried chicken. Oh don’t forget the cotton candy, snow cones, popcorn, and ice cold soda. Dr. Pepper please before we run out. Gasp! They’re predicting a shortage. The horror!! Good thing I gave soda up for health reasons.
Anyhoo, there’d also be bingo and dancing and an auction. Good clean fun! When my dad was alive, we went back home to this picnic every year no matter what day of the week the festivities fell on. As an adult, I only went back when the 15th fell on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Was easier with work and all. I sure miss those days.
Instead we are at our home. Duh like where else would we be???! We will watch the virtual commencement that was to have happened in person on 8/8/20. At least we kept part of the tradition going with a lei all the way from Hawaii. #goIslanders #tamucc
Now let’s begin the main event. Linda writes and I re-write Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pro/con.” Talk about the pros and cons of anything. Enjoy!
POPCORN! I seriously read popcorn instead of pro/con. Lordy what a start. Hmmm the pros and cons of eating popcorn. Let’s see where that takes us.
Microwave or stove top
Butter or caramel or cheese
Yes to all of the above, not a con in the bunch
For or against … are ya with me???? amIright???? hells bells. I got nada.
I am too tired to debate. And isn’t that what talking about the pros and cons of anything is? I do enjoy making a list though. Writing all the pros and cons to compare and make an ultimate decision. But I’m old and my decision days are not as imperative as they were early on. I am not quite ready to be put out to pasture just yet but the older I get, the easier it gets. Thank goodness.
And with that, my stream has come to a stop. If you’d like to join the shenanigans of all that is #SoCS, here are the rules and ping back to the wonderful world Linda created.