#SoCS ~ 6/19/21

Top of the morning to ya. Time once again for #SoCS. Linda writes and I copy paste: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hat/het/hit/hot/hut.” Choose one, choose ’em all, put ’em in your post. Enjoy! If you’d like to join in, here are the rules and ping back.

Hmmm. Think 🤔 think 💭 and think 🧐 Hats protect me from the sun ☀️ I burn 🔥 easily so I always wear a hat in the summer. Hit as in greatest as in music 🎶 which takes me away. I’ve needed that stress relief lately. Like Icarus I got too close to the sun 🌞 Hot 🥵 as in hades as in a theme is developing in this stream. Or not. Seems like gibberish to me. 😆

So what else is new?!?!? I’m spent y’all like a bad penny. MSU as in making stuff up. I need a vacation… an escape to go far far away. I’m dangerously close to burn out. I wanna go off the grid and live in a hut 🛖

Until next time, wishing you the best!

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 6/12/21

Linda tell us Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “drive.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! Well let’s fill up the tank and get rolling down the road. To join in the fun and frolic, here are the rules and ping pack.

Drat!! Wouldn’t ya know it? I’m not even outta the driveway yet but and there’s been a collision. Not just a fender bender either but a full on rollover road trip musical pileup.

Dang, 1984 was a good year. Makes me nostalgic as hell. The Cars were a big part of that. I saw drive and BOOM. Ear worm with no turning back.

Trying to get unstuck I thought I might write about the reduction in miles I’ve driven since the Rona hit and I’ve been working from home. But that’s boring. Blah, blah, blah saving wear and tear on my vehicle, saving money on gasoline/fuel, saving time with a few step stroll from bedroom to in-home office instead of a 52 mile round trip commute to & from the mothership. How the hell did I do that for 36 years?!??! Music on the car radio! That’s how!!

Not much on tap for the remainder of the day. Lulu moved her lab work to later this morning so the results will be ready for her doctor’s appointment next Saturday. Why Saturday? Well because she has a J.O.B now. Three is a charm. She cannot take off work during her probationary period (she’s about 2/3 of the way through). She’d had mandatory overtime since week four. When we were in it with her, we thought it’d never end but things turned a corner; there is no turning back. Keep driving ahead.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 6/5/21

Linda writes and I copy paste: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yarn.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

My first thought was spinning a yarn. Ya know, a good ole story … a tall tale. Let’s get rolling. Picture it … Sicily 1922. Wait! this ain’t the Golden Girls and I’m not Sophia.

My mom read voraciously. That was passed along to me. I’ve such wonderful memories of her reading to us every bedtime. We each would take turns picking the story. My brother always chose the yarn of Paul Bunyan and Blue. There was another tall tale with pancakes 🥞 or a pancake eating contest. My memories are fuzzy on specifics but in this case fuzzy is nice, cozy, and warm. I wished I’d kept those books 📚

And with that my stream is slowing to a trickle. As soon as the sun comes up, I’ll go pick my cucumbers 🥒. Maybe later I’ll do a quick pickle.

Happy Saturday!!

Written for Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

#SoCS ~ 5/29/21

Time for #SoCS where the lovely Linda writes and I copy paste … Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collect.” Use the word “collect” any way you’d like. Have fun! Well let’s get this show on the road. You too can play along by following the rules and ping back.

What a difference a year makes!! In May 2020, I was in a surreal state of disbelief. Maybe even still under stay orders. Caught in a vortex of uncertainty that I for one thought we’d never escape. It felt like the devil came calling to collect our souls. Ah what the heck am I talking about? Forever the Queen comma Drama.

Thursday night I couldn’t sleep. I was wired for sound. Whatever that means? I forget but us kids said “wired for sound” often growing up. I collect colloquialisms for a hobby. I tell ya what! Yeah buddy, that ain’t no lie. Now we’re cooking with gas. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

Now where am I … or where was I? Oh yeah! I couldn’t sleep. So my mind was going places. As I lay there deep breathing and trying to relax, I had some really really good blog post ide’ers. I was sure I’d remember but alas I do not. Shame! They were Pulitzer prize zingers. Next time I get like that, I’m gonna git up and write down the gist of the thought, then go back to trying to git some shut eye. I must have my 7-8 hours nightly!

Why? Well to collect healthy points for $$ off my health insurance premium. We play games at work, going around, earning points for various activities. One activity is tracking our sleep. If we get 49 hours a week, then that equals 10 points. Since I work at home, I can make that happen. My prime sleeping hours are 11 to 7. With the exception of Thursday night. Why the insomnia? Work was getting the better of me.

But come Friday, with many people out of the office, I found myself with breathing room. I blocked the entire morning to catch up on healthy challenges and collect even more points. I am on the road to 3000 because I MUST HAVE that hoodie. I have surpassed the 2000 milestone which earns 5% off the premium (that’s the max allowed).

By far my favorite event was a quick 3.27 minute video where we exercise following along one of fitness instructors who I’m sure is chomping at the bit for us to get back into the office and back into the onsight gym. Super simple marching in place, hamstring curls, quick jog, then march again before the faux jump roping. I tell ya what, that was the bomb diggity. Faux jump roping is my jam. You should try it some time. Hell I’m gonna faux jump rope again right now!

This weird stream was brought to you by one J-Dub McGillicutty. Collector of memories and all things irrelevant. But dang nabbit doesn’t she have fun.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 5/22/21

Howdy folks. Happy Saturday! Which means #SoCS is in da house. When I read the prompt post, Ontario looked like Ohio. For a brief second, I thought what the what? Did Linda move?

Pretty hot here in Texas but not really what I’d call bad yet. April/May/June can still have nice weather. Come July/August, I may be singing a different tune. But I will NOT complain about the HEAT ever again! Not after Snowmageddon. Never ever. I tell ya what.

Alrighty then, moving on. Let’s see what’s on tap specifically. Linda writes and I copy/paste:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “roc.” Find a word with “roc” in it or use it as a word all by itself. Enjoy!

If you’d like to participate or see the other works extraordinaire, HERE are the rules and ping back.

roc sounds like rah

Ra-ra ah-ah-ah

Roma Roma-ma

I like the romance

Hey who brought Lady Gaga in here? Go on git. Not roc like at all. Though I do enjoy her voice; she can sing like an angel.

I know how I’m gonna use roc … Rock and-roll, Hoochie Koo

Now we’re talking. Squirrel and/or earworm alert!

Listening to this song or any music for that matter takes me away … way far away … Streaming into pain relief. Cares lifted. Aww now that’s the stuff.

#SoCS ~ 5/15/21

Woo hoo! Happy Saturday folks!! I hope all is well in your neck of the woods. The lovely Linda G Hill prompts us with growth. If you’d like to join in, here are the rules and ping back.

After a brief hiatus in 2020, not due to COVID but due to needing to replenish the soil, our garden is back. The phenomenal growth from taking a year off is noticeable. We even got cucumbers 🥒 again. The last time we had good cukes was 2018. The plant doing the best this year is the zucchini. Take a look at the gallery.

And what do you do when you’ve got too much zucchini? You make chocolate zucchini bread then shred enough extra to freeze and have handy for soups or more baked goods. Yum yum.

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 5/8/21

Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. Our host with the most, the one and only Linda G Hill gives us the following prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “to your left.” When you sit down to write your post, look to your left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces. Enjoy!

Hmm, not a word, nor a plane, but Superman! Or at least his writing assignment. Should you choose to accept this mission, proceed expeditiously … whatever the heck that’s means. If you’d like to play along, HERE are the rules and ping back.

To the left to the left …

Songwriters: Amund Bjorklund / Mikkel Eriksen / Tor Hermansen / Beyonce Knowles / Espen Lind / Shaffer Smith

Well, that’s odd. Beyonce’s is not to my left. Hehe. However her song popped right into by brain when I read “look to your left”. This is stream after all and the mind wanders like the mind wanders. Like the heart wants what the heart wants.

On the desk to my left (which is where I write #SoCS despite the options of iPhone and iPad), I have a shelf with a small collection of personal stuff. So yea, I’m going to write about multiple things. Rule breaker! For a day.

There’s a shell casing from daddy’s burial, the 21 gun salute. The casing was Pony’s but he was young and dare I say careless. He gave it to me for safe keeping. I also have a pair of daddy’s cufflinks and a mini USS Copahee figurine. That was his ship where he was head cook while he served in the Navy. The last of my homage to papa is his Texas shaped named tag which we wore while serving in many volunteer activities.

The shelf also contains a mini horse statue from my friend Jane and a mini elephant statue that hails all the way from Pune India. I can’t remember which co-worker brought that back to our team but we each got one. It’s terrible getting old and forgetful. I should remember who gave that to me. I think I wrote before where I tossed my name in the hat to go to India but wasn’t picked. They had more who wanted to go than slots available.

All things considered, that’s a good thing since they would have had to sedate me to get me on the plane. Business class or not. Safer than a car or not. 17 hours is too damn long to be in the air. And I’m a nervous flyer anyway.

Speaking of air travel cuz we were … or are now, I will never fly again. How do I know this? Well, despite wanting to go somewhere … anywhere but here, there is enough in my own backyard that I still haven’t seen. And I don’t have to stay in Texas. I can drive to states close by too. Which is why I have decided that is how I will see the country once I retire. Look at me planning for a future like nothing is going to happen.

I got only partial results yesterday. I’ll find out about the two biopsies on Monday or Tuesday. It’s nothing until it’s something. Say it with me!

Alrighty, the water is slowing down. Just a trickle. So lemme let ya go.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 5/1/21

And away we go …

Linda writes and I (Polly Wanna Cracker) repeat Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! To join in the fun and games, HERE are the rules and ping back.

I may have become a bit rigid in my way of attacking this weekly prompt. For the last few weeks, I have used the same opening. So much for stream of consciousness. But I liked Polly Wanna Cracker, I really really liked it.

Alrighty, let’s commence shall we? MAY. Hmmm. Think, think, and think …

Sr. Angelee. When I as Co-Commissioner of Religious Affairs my 8th grade year asked Sr. Angelee “can I please have the keys to open the church?” She replied “I’m not sure if you can but I’m sure that you MAY … Ask again”

I looked at her like huh? Then the light bulb went off. Spoken in true grammar police fashion. “Sr. Angelee, may I please have the keys to open up the church?” And she reached beneath her habit and pulled out the biggest key ring I had ever seen. One that contained keys for all 16 classrooms, all the offices, the gym, the library, the cafeteria, and finally the church doors (which all used the same master key). She gave me that key plus a smaller key to get into the room behind the sanctuary.

Every Friday we went to Mass and every Friday of my 8th grade year, I went in early to “set up”. Turn the lights on, turn the juice on and/or otherwise plug in the microphones at each lectern. There was a list of things to do to prepare and I did ’em all.

Let’s say that I may or may not have enjoyed the tasks. So much so that I would ask my dad to get me to school earlier than usual on Fridays so I could complete everything on my own. Without any help from anyone. I’m still that way a lil bit. I may or may not have my own way of doing things a certain way. I like order.

Maybe I should chill out. Dial things back. Be less controlling. On this first day of May, maybe I should turn over a new leaf. Forget new years resolutions. Let’s change things up mid-year. May 2021 is as good a time as any.

And with that, my stream may have run its’ course. I’m off to do a bunch of nothing. Trying not to think about what’s wrong with me. It’s nothing until it’s something!!

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 4/24/21

And away we go …

Linda writes and I (Polly Wanna Cracker) repeat Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy! To play along, here are the rules and ping back.

Alley Oop opp oop oop oop

Alley Oop opp oop oop oop

Something is percolating in ye ole noggin

Alley Oop opp oop oop oop

Or not. I have this lingering thought … Alley Oop opp oop oop oop. My heart’s on fire for Elvira. LOL

Alley Oop is a cartoon from the olden days. Still in production but we no longer get a Sunday paper so where might one find this Alley Oop you speak of Jilly Dub? In the funny papers you say! Of course! But where are the funny papers kept these days?

Trippy man, just trippy. And on that note, my stream has strummed. See ya next time.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 4/17/21

And away we go …

Linda writes and I (Polly Wanna Cracker) repeat Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mash.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! To join in, here are the rules and ping back.

They did the mash

They did the monster mash

The monster mash

It was a graveyard smash

What the what are you going on about? Sounds like a nervous tic. But no, it is music sweet music, there is music everywhere. Singing swaying records playing and dancing in the street!!

Wonder how much of those lyrics you got right and what you misremembered. And what’s the word for that again? Mondegreen!

Yep you remember useless trivia but when the time comes to do something, if you dont act right away you forget. Almost immediately. Doh!

I love mashed potatoes. Yummy for breakfast. Since I have yet to eat breakfast, I’m hangry. Not snickers hangry. More hung-silly. Look at me … MSU.

Well you can turn leftover mashed potatoes into potato pancakes. That is breakfastsy. And don’t get me started on mashed cauliflower as a substitute for mashed papas. More yum! Papas con huevos on maize for breakfast. Just what the doctor ordered! Oh and I LOVE cauliflower but something about the texture when it is mashed up is off putting to me. Olive oil, seasoning, and baked. That’s how to prepare cauliflower.

So much for the lyrical route. I’ve hopped over to the culinary destination considering where this prompt word has lead me. We watch a boatload of cooking shows on TV. Right now TOC = Guy’s Tournament of Champions is our favorite. We’re Team Darnell!! SuperChef! For the win!!! We hope.

And with that the she that is me aka Jilly is outta steam from this starchy stream. You gotta boil em before ya can mash em. Better get going before I get started again.

Until next time, au revoir or bon appétit.

As always, more to come.