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.
Good morning y’all. Here we go here we go now. Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spot.” Write whatever image the word “spot” invokes. Have fun!”
Hmm, spot. Think, think, and think. OUT, DAMNED SPOT! all Lady Macbeth. That’s the first image my mind conjures up when I think of spot. Loves me some Willie Shakes.
Of course there is also our baby boy puppy dog Spot. We named him Spot because he has a perfect red circle on his right side as shown in the photo below. He and Buddy (dogs are man’s best friend namesake) give us much joy. They are more effective than blood pressure medicine or any other medicine one might take for stress. Unconditional love and companionship. ❤
Hehehe. I’m a muddy butt. Feels soooo good.
Uh oh. Lulu caught me. I turned our water trough into a spa day.
Kibbles and Bits
Age Brand New
Alright then, time to get crack-a-lackin as Donkey from Shrek might say. Until next time, I bid you ado. Parting is such sweet sorrow …
Wait! Are you trying be poetic silly Jilly? Why of course! This is stream after all. Bigger, brighter, and MORE than you ever expected.
Writing has become your therapy and this week you’ve needed MORE counsel. Life is precious. Certainly not for the faint of heart. The loss of a beloved co-worker has impacted us greatly. Larger than life. In a word H was MORE! Commanded the room in the best way possible. Such a bright sharp mind. Gone too soon.
With his passing comes the realization that we never really know what anyone is going through. Rona is exacerbating the situation making it MORE. This means we should be MORE and do MORE in response. “In a world where you can be anything, be KIND!”
Everything is just MORE
On a side note B’s more is home but that’s not a good thing. She demanded to be released. She signed herself against medical advice. B tried to talk his dad out of bringing her home because she requires 24/7 care. BUT, there is MORE. He cannot care for her in the way she needs to be cared for in this moment. Mother in law has a hard pill to swallow for someone so vain. Stubborn is an understatement. Selfish? Maybe? Like a spoiled child, tough love was needed in this situation in my opinion. Now we wait for the other shoe to drop. MORE worry.
This post was written for #SoCS which is hosted by the lovely Linda G Hill who says that our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” We are to start our post with the word “more.” She encourages us to Enjoy!
Here we go now! Time once again for #SoCS. If you’d like to join in the fun festivities 🥳, here are the rules and ping back.
Definitely is the weirdest summer of our lives. But we power on. Up, over, or under!!
On tap for today, Linda writes and I rewrite “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “check/cheque/Czech.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you’d like. Have fun!”
Hmmm 🧐. 🤔🤔🤔 No planning but what’s a cheque? Maybe it’s a fancy way to spell check. Yep. That’s it. And checks are so yesterday’s news like … like Blockbuster and cassettes and rotary dial phones. Ever since this Rona nonsense it’s more evident things are never going back to what they were. In some instances that’s okay. Evolution is improvement. But somehow feels like we’re going backwards.
But enough about that. Yay 😀 Czech. My heritage. My dad didn’t learn to speak English until he entered first grade. Then he became bilingual. But Czech was always his first language and he had a pretty heavy accent.
When he moved from Moulton to the big city of San Antonio, he became multilingual. He always told us once you learn a second language picking up another was easy. Supposedly your brain goes on autopilot “remembering” how to convert. Of course I’d never know. I barely passed Spanish. I learned a few curse words in Czech. And a smattering of other things like jak se mas? Nowhere near the fluency of my cousins who stayed in Moulton.
My favorite memory is Pony siting right next to my dad in the BarcaLounger. Dad would be telling him the “this little piggy went to market” nursery rhyme in Czech. Wi-chee-ka, Wi-chee-Ka, Wi-chee-ka … all the way home. And then the giggles would fill the air.
Alright, that’s all she wrote. At least for now. Getting into another closet today. Fun time for sure. 😂
Hello folks. Time to stream. Thanks Linda for hosting. Anyone who wants to join in to read or write works extraordinaire, follow this link to fun times.
Linda writes and I rewrite: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “link.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Done ✅. Lol 🥰. Link to join in was my opening. Which reminds me about link as in hyperlink. I use them daily at work. But I’m not at work so out damn thought. Maybe I’ll go the Linky link route which is also a hyperlink.
Stuck in a rut. Link …
I briefly remembered the soap opera “All My Children” because the main character Phoebe not Cates but last name something or other … exact name escapes me. Phoebe had a son named Lincoln who they called Link. However I’m pretty sure the spelling was Linc.
Silly to remember this but as a kid I wanted to name my son (if I ever had one) Lincoln. Surprise! It’s a boy. And that didn’t happen. B said absolutely not. He also nixed Caleb as being too unusual to fit with our last name. Which isn’t unusual necessarily. But our last name is recognizable and subject to some good natured teasing.
Tyler! That was Phoebe’s last name. Until she remarried and became a Wallingford. I sure don’t remember names like I used to. The links aka synapses don’t fire as easily as they used to.
Alrighty 🥰 #WDIIA. I’ve no idea except stream always happens on Saturday. Ha! It’s Saturday then. I’m up at the b’crack of dawn since I can’t sleep 😴. I have an appointment to get my flat tire fixed. I’ll be driving on a donut to get there. Wish me luck 🍀.
Howdy my lovelies. We’re in mourning around these parts due to the cancellation of 7-Eleven’s cancellation of free Slurpee day. No fear, they’ll return next year with an even better celebration. It’s hot around these parts too. When I went outside yesterday for my morning walk, the wind was blowing. I thought nice. That was for like a second. Then I realized the wind was hot. Instead of cooling me, it felt like a heater blowing directly on my face. Today we haven’t made the trek yet but pretty sure it’s still July aka Hades.
Alright now, let’s get down to brass tacks shall we? Linda gives us a tough assignment should we choose to accept it. She writes and I re-write:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “song.” First, find a picture–the closest one to you. Your prompt is the title and/or the lyrics of the first song that comes to mind when you look at the picture. Have fun!
Find a picture. Uh what kind of picture? A photograph or any image, artwork, visual, drawing, etc.?
Ugh mo, I’m stuck on one. If I can’t find a picture, I can’t move to the first song that comes to mind. Ugh mo dos. Analysis paralysis. Hmm. Think, think, and think.
I’m sitting at my ‘work at home’ desk aka TV tray with laptop. Next to me is the end table with water glass and day planner filled with notes. Hmm. Think, think, and think again. Oxford comma between my thinks of course. Ha!
No pictures on the wall either because we never hung them back up after the home invasion. Well blimey. I’m breaking the rules. First thing I saw was my water cup which makes me think of Anna Kendrick – Cups (Pitch Perfect and the song “When I’m Gone”)
And with that, I’m FIN. Wishing you a wonderful Saturday. Make it a good one 🙂
Yeah buddy! Happy Independence Day!! Rona has us all locked in though truth be told we quit going out to celebrate years ago. The homebody Dub clan. I’d like to think if this is ever over we’ll live life a little larger while we have the chance. Know what I mean? Quit waiting for someday.
Linda gives us another good one. Quick and easy. She writes and I re-write:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “toss.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Hmmm. Think, think, and think …
Now what? Slinging hash? I got nothing. That was a watermelon pitch if I ever saw one. Is that the right expression for a pitch that is easy to hit? A watermelon? No time to stop to research. Per the rules, minimal planning. Yeah, I’m the proverbial rule follower. It’s a curse dammit. I should be a rule breaker/heartbreaker/love taker don’t ya mess around with me. Now that’s much better. Toss all the rigidity right out the window. Thanks for the ear worm Pat Benatar.
And with that, I am FIN. For now. Going to grill some burgers, eat some watermelon all icy cold, maybe have a cocktail or two. Especially since Taco Cabana now sells Dr. Pepper margaritas (along with 12 other new flavors) in the drive through we’ve decided to partake. Yeah buddy. lol