Me . . .
Oh my . . .
Bunco tonight
Gonna roll some dice
Drink me some rum, yum!
Yo ho ho, let’s go!
Inspired by: Linda Hill’s Stream Of Consciousness Saturday
Just something I was thinking about . . .
Category Archives: Writing Prompts
Conversations Today (JJIJ)
I am going to work hard to start posting more regularly and getting involved in writing events again. This last year, wasn’t really feeling it – though the year passed so quickly not sure I felt anything!
I also want to try and keep up with all your posts, as well. I have missed those! I spent almost all day yesterday catching up with a few. I really enjoyed that!
Mystery Marinade
While cooking dinner, my husband came up and saw several empty bottles on the counter.
Husband: What’s that? Is our marinade a mixture of stuff?
Me: Yep 🙂
Husband: OH, that ought to be good [a little sarcastically, with a twinkle in his eye]
Me: Be glad we have stuff to mix! And something to put in that mystery marinade! [laughing]
BTW – the chicken turned out great, mystery marinade and all LOL!
We wanted to Facetime with the grandkids today, so I called my daughter this morning to tell her. As often happens, it went to voicemail. I knew she was home, as we both share our locations with each other on the Find-A-Friend app. I left her a message. Yeah, she never called back. I’m sure she was busy today, but still.
About 6:30 tonight, I called her again, hoping she would answer and the kids would be able to get their mini iPad and spend a little time with us. Yep, you guessed it, voicemail, again. Again I left her a message.
Me: Well I’m at the hospital, but it was just a minor little heart attack, nothing to worry about. Just call at your earliest convenience . . . [by this time I was laughing, as I finished the message]
Of course, I called from the home phone, so pretty sure she knew I was kidding . . . 😉
Yeah, feeling my Wheaties a little, today 😉
Just something I was thinking about . . .
http://lindaghill.com/2015/12/31/just-jot-it-january-2016-rules/
I’m Doing it – NaNoWriMo
I’m doing it! I’m going to attempt NaNoWriMo again for the like the 4th, maybe 5th time. I was always working before, so it really was hard. Last year, I was still in a daze, but this year, I can’t help but wonder if this is destined to happen 😉
It’s really fun, this National Novel Writing Month annual event that started in 1999. So, even though I have some really interesting things on my agenda to share with you, I may be a bit MIA even more than normal this next month – yeah I know, you never know what to expect from me . . . sorry — though I kind of like it LOL 😉 (Like today for example, you get to hear from me two or maybe even three times – that’s a record!!)
If you want to join me in this journey to attempt 50,000 words in 30 days, the links are provided above. Notice, I did say attempt – though I am going to work it hard this year!! Maybe this is the something I felt coming, hell who knows 😉
Wish me luck!!
Just something I was thinking about . . . that novel burning up inside me 🙂
Autumn Leaves – The Politics at Hand
Sept 21 WordPress Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves
Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?
I have mentioned that politics do not dominate my landscape per say. But I have to admit, when I read this prompt, I couldn’t help but think of politics and how the mid-term elections are coming up. I have also heard that mid-term elections typically have poor turnouts, which I understand, as I myself have skipped a few over the years.
I have to tell you, I am now making it my business to know who is running and who I am voting for. We have got to start instilling some change in this country, in the way problems/issues/legislative actions are approached and then dispositioned, in the way those who WE elect into office represent us once they are elected, and in the way we are actually represented overall as a whole – a constituency.
This takes a lot of research and a lot of time, but I am dedicated to it. I can’t afford not to – none of us can! Complacency leads to neglect, which leads to contempt – I can promise you, not because I want it to, but because it does.
Regardless of how you vote, and what your ideologies are – you have to ensure you educate yourself and make your voice heard. The “Old Guard” just doesn’t have their hand on the pulse of America, and they certainly aren’t hearing us.
Just something I was thinking about . . . ☮
UNDERSTAND, ADAPT and SURVIVE: Re-* (SoCS)
Response to Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) writing prompt –“ The prefix, re-. Add whatever you want to the end of it and away you go!” If you’re interested, go on over to Linda’s Blog and read the rules to participate 🙂
After listing a few “re”-words, it’s easy to see – words using prefixes with re- are just another way of saying doing it again. At first thought, this seems wasteful – wasting time, energy, money, materials. Upon reexamination though, many “re”-words are expressions of survival, adaptation, working through problems – all actions important to be successful in life and understand how to cope with certain disappointments with careers, relationships, passions, dreams, goals, and other journeys people take through their lifetimes.
Relive the joys
Rejuvenate your energy
React after counting to 10
Reapply concepts that worked
Retrain your mind
Reevaluate your goals
Redefine your career/life choice, as you grow
Remake your “public” image
Resupply your self-esteem
Replay your dreams
Review your affairs regularly
Reflex and intuition can be trusted
Reset your response clock
Rewrite your destiny
Revisit the past, especially the best parts
Reappear in someone’s life
Research your needs
Rewind your negative attitudes
Rebuild flailing relationships
Rearrange your priorities
Revise your plan as needed
Refill your happy cup frequently
Reinvent your life
Rerun the traditions you value
Regroup when frustration sets in
Relax your expectations
Reassess your weaknesses
Reinforce your faith and trust
I don’t know, this is just me writing stream of consciousness, but seems to make sense. Maybe overall, a good philosophy. What do you think?
Just something I was thinking about . . .
Young Fearless Free Spirit
Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: young, old, or anything to do with age.
When I was young I was fearless! I mean really truly fearless and as wild and free-spirited as an unbroken pony. As I got older, and had my child, my mindset changed. I was now responsible for another life, one that was helpless and knew nothing. I was also responsible for ensuring that I kept myself healthy and safe, as this new little person was dependent on me for everything.
As she got older, I must admit, I got even more cautious, as the world became a scarier place than when I was a child. I had a great many fears and concerns about the world and how it might affect my child.
Now my child is an adult, and she has two little girls, and I am even more concerned about their future as the world continues to change in ways I do not feel comfortable with. There are way too many bad things and bad people out there, especially for two little innocent babies.
Being unemployed and having no health insurance has made me even more vigilant and cautious about the things I do and the places and situations I put myself in. I have a lot more to lose than I did in my 20s and 30s.
My husband and I laugh sometimes because my daughter thinks I am so over-protective. She has no idea what a free spirit I used to be! I think she would be shocked, if she had any idea!
I’m also getting weary of holding my tongue, something I never did when I was younger, but once I hit my 40s, realized it was better not to say everything I was thinking – some people don’t appreciate honesty and bluntness. But after so many years of holding my tongue, sometimes I feel like there’s a rug on my back and people are just wiping their feet on it . . . (Maybe one of the many reasons I started blogging!!)
Next month, in a couple weeks as a matter of fact, I will have a birthday – turning 53 this year. I can honestly say that I certainly am feeling the years. Things creak and crack a lot, and some of my hand strength has diminished. I have been so cautious for so long, I feel a wild hair burning in my soul and I am chomping at the bit to do something a little crazy, a little wild, a bit spontaneous. I can feel that fire burning inside me.
Something’s coming – maybe something unexpected, maybe not, who knows, but . . . I can feel it!!
Just something I was thinking about (unedited 😉 ) . . . ☮
Honest Deception – poetry
As February has 31 days
And the Sun circles the Earth ten different ways
Each morning the sun rises in the west
And your last guess is always the best
Remember people never lie
And if you live righteously you’ll never die
Being in love always lasts forever
Will the good times end – oh no never
People will always love each other
No one will ever kill another’s brother
©2014
I wrote this back in April in response to NaPoWriMo prompt from Daisy Fried, – the basic idea was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. It seemed appropriate for today and I needed a break from all the seriousness – spent half the day watching the Ferguson, MO press briefings and the likes. It’s a mess there for sure! I think I threatened to post a poem on here at some point, too 😉 Don’t worry, I won’t be posting too many poems in this forum! Hope you liked it and if not, well, please be kind LOL 😉
Anyway . . . just something I was thinking about . . .
Some Weird Shit
Oh my goodness, I have, I have seen some weird and just mind-boggling shit in the several decades I have been fortunate enough to grace this Earth. I could definitely tell some stories, some entertaining, some not so much – laughing and shaking my head as I think about it. It seems the older I get, the stranger things get.
Chaos here, chaos there . . . a little crazy here, a little tyranny there . . .
Just something I was thinking about . . .
Written in response to: http://misslouella.wordpress.com/2014/07/07/just-jot-it-july/
Just something I was thinking about . . . 