#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~ 1/23/12

First things first can ya dig it? That was so last week. Hehe :). Before I begin, Happy Birthday to B! He says it’s no big deal but to us this day is special. Cheers to a wonderful day and even better 2021!!

Now on with the prompts. Linda writes and I rewrite: Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “close eyes and point.” When you’re ready to write your post, open a book, a newspaper, or whatever is handy and close your eyes and point. Whatever word or picture your finger lands on, make that the basis of your SoCS/JusJoJan post. Enjoy!

To join in, here are the rules and ping back.

Hmmm. Games. We haven’t taken the newspaper in at least 10 years. There are no books in this room. I guess we’ll see whatever is handy. I’m at my desktop because my iPad and iPhone no longer provide full functionality on WP. The happiness folks are not happy. They haven’t a clue why I cannot like and comment on some posts but not others. But this is not about that.

Moving on …

Eyes closed then bazinga. The shelf to my left is now my feature image. I have not one but several things to spin a yarn about though if truth be told, my finger landed on the shell from dad’s 21 gun salute. Pony was a pallbearer and he got to keep one of the shells. He was only 18 and not too responsible which is why I held onto it for him. One of these days I will return the shell to its’ rightful owner.

There is also a pair of cufflinks that were dad’s and a miniature of the USS Copahee. He was the head cook for that ship during his time in the Navy. The blue Texas with San Antonio on it was his name tag for St. MM’s Men’s Club.

Unrelated to dad, I have the I voted sticker from several elections back. Not sure where I put the sticker from this election but it was all special with the presidential seal.

The perpetual calendar was something I bought when Lulu was selling stuff at school and we purchased because I very much dislike selling. I did what I always did. I bought enough to meet the quota so she wasn’t left out of the prize. She never sold the most but we participated. Fundraisers!! What a racket!! Glad those days are past. I keep this calendar set to 9/11 … always … so I #neverforget.

There is also a miniature carved elephant all the way from India. A coworker brought us all one when they returned home after their rotation in Pune. Did I ever tell ya I had the chance to go to India? We all did. Put our names in the hat to be site manager for 90 days when we first established the clean room over there. I missed my chance but I was still glad for those who got picked.

Next to Mister Elephant is a horse. I know he’s hard to see. That comes from Jane. She gave him to me the day I stopped being her manager. Gifts no matter how small are not allowed. When I was leaving and she changed reporting managers she said “we can be friends again so here you go”. Leaving management was one of the best things I ever did. I had to try being el jefe of course. Six 1/2 years was enough to last me a lifetime. Now I only have to worry about ME 🙂

Last but not least is a Donald Duck off a keychain I purchased as a souvenir from our one and only trip to Disney World in 2014. What a wonderful memory <3. As a kid Donald was my favorite. I can just hear him squawking as he drops the ice cream from his cone to his foot. FASTPASS!!! I heard annual passes have been discontinued thanks to the Rona. No telling if things will ever be the same again. What a shame! Guess we’ll need something new to replace things.

And that’s all she wrote. For now. Hope your Saturday is smooth sailing.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~ 1/16/21

First things first can ya dig it? Song lyrics. I’m pretty sure. No time to google it though. Girl has gotta stream. All I remember is “first things first, can ya dig it … whole world something something … can ya dig it?” Or I’m MSU = Making Stuff Up. Yeah buddy.

Linda writes and I rewrite “Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “first thing.” Start your post with the words, “first thing” and go from there. Bonus points if you end your post with the last thing. Have fun!” To join the fun and/or read the creative works of other participants, here are the rules and ping back.

I don’t really have an ear worm because I cannot remember the words. Bummer. I’m fairly certain it is a song I really liked. Any hoo, moving along.

The first thing I do every morning is make my bed. We aren’t talking hospital corners, bounce a coin off the bed but I do make sure the fitted sheet is secure, straighten the top sheet, arrange the pillows and put the comforter over all. Making my bed has become a ritual.

If I “forget” I make the bed as soon as I remember because there is something about turn down that makes going to bed comforting. Crawling in after a crappy day and snuggling under the covers. Who needs a weighted blanket when we’ve had comforters for years? Same premise only maybe not as heavy.

I didn’t always make my bed. Of course growing up, we did. Mom made sure of that. When I moved out and got my own place, I quit. I mean c’mon. Why? What a waste of time I said. For years, I stopped. Until we had a speaker come talk to us at work. US Navy Admiral William H McRaven. Here is a clip, only six short minutes. We had him for an hour!

After that, I started making my bed each morning. I get teary eyed thinking about his talk. Because days like that, days where we all pile into the auditorium to listen to a speaker are gone. Over. And man we had some of the BEST people come talk to us over my almost 37 year tenure. And with technology those talks can still happen but it’s not the same as in person. All of us together. Strong. Palpable. Like one huge heartbeat. ❤

The last thing I ever could have imagined was a pandemic resulting in our office closure with 90+ percent of our employee base working from home. Surreal. But the last thing I want to do is give Rona any more air time. So I will quit while I’m ahead.

Happy Saturday folks! Hope your weekend is wonderful. #free72 because I am off Monday.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~ 1/9/21

Howdy folks! We’re cooking with gas as the expression goes. Time once again for #JusJoJan & #SoCS. The lovely Linda writes and I re-write: Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “sky’s the limit.” Write about something that has or seems to have no end. Enjoy! To join in the neverending story, here are the rules and ping back.

Ha! See how I did that? Right outta the gate … something that has or seems to have no end. Linda’s prompts in all their glory. Yeah buddy! Such fun and sometimes challenging. Makes me think. Allows me to enjoy the creativity of others. I hope we’ll be continuing on many more years.

I’m not going to be a downer and think about the inevitable end to our cherished time here together buzzing around WP. While they (whoever they are) say “all good things must come to an end”, they’re wrong. There is continuity even with change. Good things morph into different good things and go on and on and on and on.

Melanie gave us an ET question not too long ago in #SYW, this week or last I forget which. A few folks answered “YES we believe” and talked about the possibility of other planets somewhere in the expansive universe with life like ours. Talk about “sky’s the limit”. While I may not personally be around unless ya know they invent something to animate people forever, I find comfort in thinking that something (whatever and however many somethings) will be here, keep on keeping on. Long after I’m gone.

Crazy? Like a fox!!! Yeah buddy. LOL.

Alrighty then, Lemme let ya go. Which is code for see ya later (but not if I see you first). A line in a book I once read. A memoir. Where the author talked about his trials and tribulations growing up different. He regretted telling his one and only friend after an awkward silence during a phone call “well lemme let ya go”. And they never saw each other again since the other kid moved away. Aww man I still get the feels. Peer pressure and the angst of growing up.

Anywho.

Lemme let ya go is a southern thang … just like y’all … not sure why I’m giggling to myself. But go on, say it with your best southern drawl … Lemme let ya go. Not funny? Well I guess ya had to be there. But not to worry. I won’t let you go. I’m endless! LOL.

As always more to come 🙂

#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~ 1/2/21

Happy first Saturday of 2021. Today we should all play the lottery with a palindrome date like 1/2/21. We’d all be winners.

Linda writes and I rewrite “Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “in the corner.” Write about whatever the image or thought of “in the corner” brings to mind. Have fun!” To join in the festivities, here are the rules and ping back.

Well alrighty then. Let’s get going.

“NOBODY puts Baby in a corner!”

Classic line from Dirty Dancing. That was my first thought bubble and it stuck. When the movie first came out, I wasn’t a fan but after repeated viewings I came around. And I always loved Patrick Swayze and Jerry Orbach.

Jerry Orbach (may he Rest in Peace) was an American actor & singer first making it big on Broadway. He was named Jerome btw. He play Lenny on Law and Order. My Uncle Jerry was also a Jerome. I really like that name. Jerome. Though I think I’d use the nickname Romey. How cool is that! Just like Jeremy being called Remy. Not to be confused with Lemmy Kilmister of Motorhead fame. Lenny, Lemmy, Romey, Remy stop the madness.

In case you were curious. I always had a thing for nicknames. And this is stream by golly. The mind wants what the mind wants. Or something like that.

When my dad passed away, I got up to speak at his rosary. I didn’t speak with my mom died or when my brother died and I always regretted that. And in a time of no regrets, I got up there to share in February of 2007. And fortunately, my homage was captured on a CD. And I am getting to how this relates to “in the corner”. Well kind of.

I spoke of how my brothers and I would run to the window when we heard dads truck rumbling up the driveway after he got off work. Dad was our universe. I mentioned our trip to CA when Pony was 10 months old. Every morning of that trip dad got up and pushed Pony in his stroller around the block. How I got a little jealous that Pony started to prefer his Grandpa’s company to mine.

But then as I thought about it. Thought really hard. I was at peace. There was no place for jealousy. And I was grateful since I knew my boy would have his Grandpa in his corner no matter what! Unconditionally. And then I realized dad felt the same way about all of us. His heart had more than enough room for all of us to be that special in his eyes.

Damn. My miss my daddy. But the she that is me is outta stream for today. Happy Saturday folks. Make it a good one.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 12/26/20

Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “box.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!” To play along, here are the Rules and Ping Back .

Box 📦. Hmm 🧐. Think, think, and think 💭. Well let’s see. We recycle ♻️ all our boxes 📦📦. We’ve got so much recycling ♻️ these days that we pay 💰 for a second bin. But what more could I say about that? Nothing.

Moving along. Box 📦, fox 🦊, Sox as in Red or White. A former mentor of mine hails from Boston. For one of his milestone birthdays 🥳 we all wore red shirts and Red Sox name tags. Even though he already knew our names. That was fun 🤩. The good 😌 ole days when we worked in the office. But I’m not turning this into a lamenting over covid stream. Sox begone. The prompt is box 📦 anyway.

🧊 📦 the symbols for icebox a term we used despite never having one. I only remember having a refrigerator. Though both parents grew up with iceboxes. They still sold block ice when I was a kid though. Various uses outside keeping your food cool.

To think at one point in our history working for an ice 🧊 company was a sustainable way to make a living. Maybe it still is? But more efficient and less labor. No trucks 🛻 driving around to deliver ice. Weird to remember jobs of the past now obsolete or repurposed. Groovy man. Back to task.

Box 📦. Any way I want. Which I guess I’ve accomplished. Kinda, sorta, maybe 🤔. I’m not really done ✔️ though. I’m such a chatterBOX today. Yackity-yack don’t talk back. Woolly Bully. Oh who am I kidding? I’m a chatterbox everyday. All day. Blah, blah, blah 😑. Hehe 🙃

And to think 💭 I almost wrote about hot 🥵 box 📦 but I don’t now and never have partook in that practice. Me and maryjane are strangers. Unless you mean hot 🥵 box 📦 as the softball 🥎 baseball ⚾️ term. And in those situations I was usually if not always tagged 🏷 out.

And that’s all she wrote. All outta stream. Hope your day is pleasant. What the world 🌎 needs now is a little more of that.

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 12/19/20

Good morning ☀️. Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “magnet.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!” To join in, here are the rules and ping back.

Hmmm 🧐. Think, think, and think. Magnet 🧲. I thought perhaps an acrostic but this is stream and I need to plan my poetry.

Moving on to chick 🐥 magnet. Two wild and crazy guys. But that’s not enough to make a complete post.

Or Magneto a superhero. From the creative brain of Stan Lee. May he Rest In Peace. I ♥️ Marvel. But this week we’re gearing up for Wonder Woman 1984 but that’s DC Comics. HBO Max thank you since we can watch and remain covid free.

Oh on that note 📝 I know two different people in real life who were vaccinated this week. The Pfizer vaccine 💉 to be exact. One is a RN and the other is an accountant who works at a hospital that made it available to all employees. Very cool 😎 since they are making history.

Now I’ve veered off course from magnet. Guess that’s a wrap. Until next time. Wishing you a sensational Saturday.

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 12/12/20

Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!” To join us as we stream, here are the rules and ping back.

For some reason, all I could think of was min and max as we use it at work. But I’m not at work. Ugh I’m off and want to enjoy my time.

Changing gears ⚙️ I think 🤔 think 💭 and think 🤔. Coming at ya live from my iPhone where I’m adapting to the inability to like others posts. I have found a workaround to comment. Despite the extra step, the convenience of mobile outweighs the desktop immobility.

Stream is taking me places except to the prompts.

Mini. Little bitty. Cute. My sister used to collect miniatures. I remember loving 🥰 to look at her collection. I’d visit and spend several nights at her place dreaming 😴 that I’d grow up to be just like her. Awww cue sentimental music. I keep thinking I should call her. Ask her advice but I don’t. Not wanting to bother. And of course not quite ready to talk either.

Maxi. Huge. Super sized. Uh 🙄 ya I got nothing. Guess that’s all she wrote.

Until next time folks. Hope your weekend is fantabulous. Yea I’m making up words now. 😂

As always more to come.

#SoCS ~ 12/5/20

Time once again for #SoCS where Linda writes and I re-write:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “list.” Make or talk about a list. Enjoy!

If you’d like to join in, here are the rules and ping back.

Lists are fan-freaking-tastic. I love making lists and crossing off “stuff”as it gets done. I know some people feel like the list making part takes away from the time to work the work. They can just get “stuff” done without a list. Sort of like folks who don’t need instructions to put “stuff” together. They don’t need no stinkin’ instructions, the list of how to 🙂

Whew! As much as I have used the word “stuff” you’d think “stuff” was the prompt. LOL.

Ok y’all I am wiped out. Life just got hard again after a few years of waiting for the other shoe to dropped, said shoe finally did. Dropped like a lead balloon. Somehow I thought that by being right, I’d be relieved, dare I say happy. Not the case.

Though as I look around at the rubble I think hmmm. Not so bad. We will rebuild him/her. We can make him/her stronger. Much like Lee Majors Six Million Dollar Man or Lindsay Wagner Bionic Woman. Though in my heart of hearts, I know I cannot rebuild anyone but myself. I will watch, waiting, hopeful. This too shall pass. It has to pass. What remains to be seen is what things will be like on the other side.

This sad tale of vague description was brought to you by one J-Dub McGillicutty. Thank you for listening. May you all be well.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 11/28/20

We’re baaack. Time for another round of #SoCS where the lovely Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.” Use it as a word or find a word with “opt” in it and base your post on that. Have fun!” If you’d like to opt in to the fun and frolics, here are the rules and pingback.

See how I did that? Right outta the gate. Opt in … to the fun and frolics … So many disclosures so little time. There are rules, the rules upon rules upon rules and in some instances the consumer can “opt in” or “opt out”. But where’s the fun and frolic in that?

Take two … think, think, and think.

Opt … Hmmm

What about Optimus Prime?

No, I am your father”

Wait! What? Where’d that come from? Optimus Prime is a Transformer not part of Star Wars. But I’m still right and unhappy since one can be right or happy but not both. Doh! No Mandela effect for me.

Speaking of Star Wars cuz we were. In 2014 when we went to the East Coast Disney, we spent a day in Disney’s Hollywood Studios. Our favorite ride bar none was the Star Wars attraction. A 4D event where we’d strap in four to a row and go on different versions of a space battle. Yeah I’m trying to explain it but not using the right words. Let’s just say as with stats, the permutations of possible trips were endless. Which is why we rode the ride about six or seven times in a row. Da best!

I think it’d be fun to go back after all this Rona crap is over. Though the parks are open now. We could opt in … brave the wild. But alas, we are opting out. Staying put. This is all so crazy. Like somehow places think limiting their hours reduces your chance of catching the virus. I think not. The virus can’t effing tell time. Luck of the draw people. Even when you are ultra careful, it can happen. Even if the odds are forever in your favor. Hunger Games. So what’s a girl to do? Stay home, social distance if I can’t, wear a mask, and wash my hands.

Thanksgiving Day, our fair mayor installed a curfew. From 10 pm to 5 am, we cannot be out. If caught red handed, the fine is $1000. Hmmm. All this does is hurt the second shifters or others who work until 10 pm and can’t get their stuff before curfew. I find that ri-donk-a-donk. I wonder about the logic. Though you don’t have to tell me twice. I am a believer, living in fear. I am opting to stay in from 10 pm to 5 am. Because I can. Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

And with that, I am fin. Until next time. Hope your Saturday is as safe as can possibly be.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS ~ 11/21/20

Howdy y’all. Time once again for #SoCS. The lovely Linda prompts us with the following: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!

Good times and good eats. To join the fun, look here for the rules and ping back.

Well alrighty then. Hmm. What was the last thing I put in my fridge? I take more food out of the fridge than I put in. This won’t be easy. We typically do a weekly curbside. Load all the cold stuff in then spend the remainder of the week “unloading”.

Let’s see. “It’s the b’crack o the morning” said in my Lucky Charms leprechaun voice over voice. I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Last night we did take out from Whataburger. I finished the last of the deli turkey meat at lunch. Which means mustard was the last thing I put in the fridge after I was done making my sammich.

Yes I eat my turkey sandwiches with mustard. I prefer the “bite” sort of sour taste. In fact, as a kid I hated mayonnaise. I like it now but for me, mayo was an acquired taste.

But mustard. I have always loved mustard. And have many mustard stories. Here’s a few.

Growing up, we always ate supper at 4:30 right when dad walked in the door. Eating that early meant we had snack before bed. My go to snack was mustard toast with Nestles Quik chocolate milk. Try it sometimes. Sooooo good.

During summer rec, we packed a lunch. Mom would have salami or bologna on hand for us to eat. I hated salami and would only eat bologna if fried. Practically burnt. Like I had a carbon deficiency. Fried bologna wouldn’t carry well. Somehow I convinced mom to let me take a sandwich with just mustard on the bread.

The nun in charge of our group, would walk around our table during lunch asking what we had in our sacks. Just chit chat. After a week of me with no meat sandwiches, Sister F asked my mom if we needed meal assistance. Mom tried to explain that we had meat at home that I refused to eat. That was true but sister didn’t believe her. After that we got on the list for government cheese. Doh!

Last mustard story I promise.

When B and I first married, we’d go grocery shopping without a list. We’ve since learned about prepping but back in the day we’d wing it. For some reason, both of us had a mental block on whether or not we needed mustard. This resulted in a mustard cache so large it almost needed its’ own cabinet. Cuz ya know I carried my mustard addiction with me. Better safe than sorry. Heaven forbid I’d have to eat dry toast with my Nestles Quik.

Don’t blame me for this nonsense. Linda said “Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!” You don’t have to tell me twice. Happy Saturday one and all.

As always more to come.