SoCS: Mix it Up!

M mmm… A blueberry muffin R ight up there ^ Y ou can have one too J ust get out the ingredients M ix it up E nvelope the ingredients as one L ick the bowl A nd wait, let it bake N ineteen, twenty, twenty-five minutes G ood stuff out of the oven E at up, enjoy! Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’sRead more

SoCS: The Sun Will Come Up

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Linda Hill is asking bloggers to use “a word you have to look up.” You know…spelling a word that doesn’t make sense when you have to spell it. The difficulty of the English language. The words that make us scratch our heads and question the meaning of a language that has it’s roots in long-ago Anglo-Saxon culture and a combination of Latin, Greek, French, German and Dutch words and pronunciations. Maybe your wordRead more

Requesting Answers

wack·a·doo·dle /ˈwakəˌdo͞odl/ noun: wackadoodle 1. an eccentric or fanatical person. I was chatting back and forth with a peer last week, someone with an even crazier sense of humor than yours truly. We have had several silly “interesting” conversations over the years. Extremely interesting. (And not inappropriate, I might add.) Simply weird and crazy senses of humor coming together in an email string or over the phone. On this occasion, I was called a wackadoodle, the crazy eccentric person thatRead more

SoCS: If He Could Talk

“Oh boy…” “What is it Gibbs?” “Why don’t you ever stay home?” “I am home, sitting here in my pajamas.” “I mean all day.” “Oh…” “It’s one of those two days when you don’t have to earn money for kibble.” “Yes it is.” “Then why don’t you stay home?” “Because I have other things to do.” “Like what?” “Like shopping for food, my own kibble if you will. Or shopping for clothes, having lunch with friends, going to church, ridingRead more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more

Tasting Times Two

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”  ~Anais Nin~ Exactly. Why wouldn’t we? In writing, we can relive happy childhood moments, feel the wrinkles of an elderly parent’s hand, witness the landscape of a bike trail, and taste the black smoothness of the best.cup.of.coffee.ever. No matter the genre of our writing, we somehow invoke memories, experiences, senses and the here-and-now to create the written word and taste life again. Yummy! What is on your tongueRead more

Input Requested

Soft kitties, warm kitties, little balls of fur… I know, that’s not very original for One-Liner Wednesday. But I’ve run out of time and imagination for this week’s post. I’m asking for input from two-legged readers and non-furry followers. I think Ziva is trying to tell Gibbs something. And it appears Gibbs may have a response. There are one-liners in this photo and it’s up to you to leave them in the comments. In the comments, people! One-liners! Input! ThankRead more

Benched Contemplation

“Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace.”  ~Giacomo Leopardi~ The brother was home this past weekend. While we always find a craft beer or two during a visit, those visits always come with walking. Walking a county or state trail, walking downtown Appleton after a meal, walking in brewery tour, or walking through botanical gardens. (Someone has a hard time sitting for too long.) This past Saturday, we made the driveRead more

SoCS: The Organ of it All

Organ. Hmmmmm… Linda G. Hill requests I use the word organ in my post. I wonder if she smelled Natasha’s chicken livers cooking the other night. I hate liver, an organ meat. I know this because I keep trying liver and it continues to taste disgusting. I will eat chicken hearts and gizzards, but liver? No. I’ll stick with my bacon and organic chicken eggs. In other news, I’m officially on vacation. I left the organization that delivers my paycheck atRead more

Going Off Track

Have you ever had an image, idea or train of thought veer completely off track? Never to be heard from again? The older I become and the greater the stress at work and in life, the more I derail off the focused track. Not to say that the totality of my thoughts haven’t survived, but there are bits here and there of, “OMG, where did I put that piece of paper? What is that girl’s name? What was I doing?Read more

SoCS: Three-Letter Chain

Cat. Cat may catch the rat Rat must hate fox Fox has black sox Sox is a baseball mob Mob is not coy Coy is not Gibbs cat Cat is fun Fun like bubble gum Gum sticks to all All in! is the gambler’s cry Cry me a river bed Bed is where I lay Lay is Frito bag Bag holds the nom Nom is like a scrambled egg Egg comes from the hen Hen house is target of foxRead more

SoCS: The Cheers Poem

Cheers to air conditioning and the space that’s not too hot Cheers to capris and flip flops the short shorts…I cannot Cheers to coconut ice cream and lemonade in a glass Cheers to a swimmable lake and flopping down in tall grass Cheers to riding an orange bike and walking wooded trail Cheers to a frosty mug and its contents to inhale Cheers to blue sky and sun and the birds that chirp their song Cheers to childrens’ laughter and theRead more