Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “left alone.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
I don’t know about ‘left alone’. I guess I like to be left alone most of the time, as I get concentrating on what I’m doing and don’t like to be interrupted in the middle.
But, I don’t like to be left all alone in the house. I do get left alone sometimes, like when the mister goes to the store and things like that. This is fine for a little while.
I’ve never really lived alone – ever. I lived with my parents, then got married and had kids, and now it’s just us two alone again, as the girls got married, had kids and moved on with their lives.
Even when the mister got transferred overseas for a year or some time, I stayed home with the kids, or we went back to my parents house. We were never alone-alone, you know.
Now on to something else. A Lone Wolf.
This is a photo of a Mexican restaurant we used to go to a lot. It had good food at good prices. The name was Lone Wolf. For some reason it must have gone out of business though. When my daughter and family were here recently, they wanted to eat there again, but it was gone. Sad …
Lone Wolf Mexican Restaurant
And, speaking of a lone wolf, here is our house decoration we have nailed to the outside front wall. It’s a lone wolf howling by a cactus – made of wood, and painted black in silhouettes. We did get rid of that old bench, though. It was falling down anyway.
And that’s all for this Saturday. We’ve had so much rain lately, but are having a break for today. The rain is always welcome here, though. It is leaving us ‘alone’ until later tonight, when it will return.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “stick.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Ideas for stick …
The Stick was the nickname of my husband’s aunt’s husband. His real name was David. But in their whole family, everyone had a funny nickname. Except me. At least I never knew that someone had a nickname for me. Maybe they did?
When I was a kid I loved having a stick horse. So much fun riding around pretending it was real. It was just a long stick, with a stuffed plastic horse head on one end. I know they make fancier ones these days, with plush horse heads that even have sound effects.
Another deal I did when I was a kid was to take a large, forked stick and go all over the yard dousing for water. I think I saw it done on some TV show or other and figured I could do the same thing. Funny thing is I’m pretty sure it worked for me! At least in my mind it did. haha 🙂
Stickers!! The bad kind of stickers, not the fun cute kind you decorate letters and paper with. I love those kinds, and need to get some new ones, as I am just about out of them.
No, I’m talking about the kind that hurt! We used to have stickers in our yard when I was a kid. Of course we went barefoot most summers, and were always stepping on those horrible stickers. There were goat-head stickers, too. But the worst was the burr kind. I remember I had one stuck really deep in my foot, and I was crying, but wouldn’t let anyone pull it out or touch it. I couldn’t do it, either. So, I cried for hours. Finally I think the nasty sticker finally fell out on its own. All was good again.
Gotta stop or I’ll be here all day thinking of more stick stories.
Here’s a photo of a double yolk egg we were cooking in the frying pan. We get a lot of these. I did read once that it occurs more often in the jumbo sized eggs, and that is what we buy. Then the reflection in the pan looks like a smile, below the double yolk ‘eyes’. haha!
I like my eggs fried over medium, where the white part is cooked through, and the yellow yolk is partially cooked but still runny.
Now what about the chickens that lay the double yolk eggs. Are they overachievers or over-producers? I doubt they even know it happens. Their egg is just like every other egg to them.
Here’s a chicken, and a flat of eggs. These were from my cousins chickens. He has all kinds of them, and they have all kinds of eggs, big or small, white or brown, blue or speckled.
Oh, before I go on to something else, here’s a thing I remember about chickens. One of my very first paying jobs was working in an office of a manufacturing company that made watering systems for chickens (and hogs). They also made machines that graded eggs, into small, medium, large, extra large, and jumbo. They also made egg candling equipment. It was interesting working there.
Happy Saturday! We finally have some rain maybe all day today – yay!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a song from your childhood.” Think of a song from your childhood and just write. Have fun!
A song from my childhood? How am I supposed to pick one, when there were so many?
There were songs for kids that were cute that I heard people sing, like Old Mac Donald, and Bingo, and tons more.
Then there were all the little Golden records for kids I played on my little record player.
Plus all the records I’d get that used to be in a jukebox that my aunt would bring me. They all had a small extra hole in them where they fitted into the machine. These songs weren’t kid songs, but rock and roll songs. I played them on my little kid record player, too.
Then, I’d hear songs on the radio and sing along to them. There were songs I heard on TV shows, like Howdy Doody Show, and Ding Dong School, and other children’s programs back in the day.
These were all before I was a teenager. After I was a teenager I was able to earn money to buy my own records. I also had a transistor radio to listen to songs on.
Here’s a cute one I remember, and yes I still have the Little Golden Record of it!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post. Have fun!
My granny always had a saying that I thought was funny. It sounded like ‘Jenny’s rule’, or maybe ‘Genny’s rule’. … something like that. I always wondered who Jenny or Genny was, and why did she have a rule, and what was that rule anyway?
Then finally it came to me, I understood what she was meaning. It was ‘as a general rule’. so on and so on with a conversation. But shortened to be Genny’s rule, or Jenny’s rule.
So as a general rule some things are taken foe granted that that’s the way it is, no questions about it. It’s generally known to be that exact way. Generally … but generally is not totally definite is it. There leaves room for that rule to be not true, or broken. Doesn’t it?
Maybe you need an example? Okay … here’s a statement
“Genny’s rule, there is always coffee in the coffeepot.”
“We eat supper at six o’clock in the evening, Genny’s rule.”
Now that I’ve generally confused myself and you, I’ll say I’m done. haha 🙂
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “tape.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Use it any way you like. Enjoy!
Today’s prompt is tape for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Thanks, Linda!
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So many types of tapes. I like them all. Let’s see how many I can think of…
Duct tape is so versatile, isn’t it. I’ve never used it for ducts though.
Scotch clear tape is great for sticking things like paper. The only thing it’s sometimes a ‘bad’ roll, especially if you get the cheap priced ones.
Clear and opaque sealing tape. I’ve used lots of this sending packages. First you wrap a box up with brown paper, then seal all the edges with the tape.
Painter’s (blue) tape. I’ve used this for different things.
Masking tape is like painter’s tape, only not blue. There is probably differences an expert could tell, but they work kind of the same. Masking tape seems stickier though.
Bandage tape. This is good when you use a gauze pad and need to stick it down. It’s sort of a paper tape, but holds good.
Electrical tape. This is black and works really good to tape wires. Actually I use it for other things, too. I have it around and around the arms of my office chair, because the chair material is broken in places and the tape makes it look better.
One I wanted to especially mention is the tape used in construction … as in putting up sheet rock walls in houses. My husband for a lot of years was a painter, and they would also do taping and bedding on the sheet rock. They would make the mortar stuff to fill in gaps and holes, then stick the paper tape over it to join pieces. They usually didn’t like this job, I guess because it was boring? I thought it was pretty neat though.
Tape of all kinds … all uses … I’m glad we have tape.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “prize.” Use it as a noun or a verb; use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
With a play on words, I will say Sir Prize, instead of Surprise, but really sometimes a prize is a surprise.
Every time someone gives another someone in the family a little gift, for no reason, we call it a prize, and it is coming to us as a surprise because it was unexpected.
I could be a little present brought back from a trip to the one that stayed home. It could be a birthday surprise, it could be a dandelion picked to give to a mama or friend, it could be anything like that, but always a nice surprise.
I call what I get gifted with a Sir Prize, as in, ‘oh cool, you brought me a prize!’, when my husband brings me a little surprise from the grocery store. I help unload the grocery bags, and discover the prize. Yay!
Sometimes the prize is a big bag of sugar free candy instead of the little bag. Sometimes it is a new coloring book, or a new paperback or hardback book. Sometimes it’s a cute card, or a small plant. Sometimes, like the latest is a magazine all about cats. There have been quite a few special type magazines from time to time.
Anyway, they are all surprises for me — my Sir Prizes! ❤️
Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 28th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “throw in the towel.” Use the phrase “throw in the towel” somewhere in your post. Enjoy!
I’ve always heard this phrase, ‘throw in the towel’, and took it to mean to quit doing something. From reading some other entries/blogs on this subject, I found it came from the sport of boxing. I had no idea, so I learned something today.
Do I ever throw in the towel? I’m afraid I do, and probably much to quickly do I give up on doing something. If I’ve tried a few times, I’m done with it, and quit before I get really mad. Mad at myself for not being able to do something, and frustrated that it is too hard and I can’t make it work. Sometimes I’ll come back to it, but that doesn’t usually fix anything, and I’ll throw in the towel even faster.
Now, this phrase doesn’t literally mean to throw a towel around, or down, or around, or at someone. That’s funny, though. If you did, how would you do it?
wad it up into a big old ball and chunk it?
Wad it up into a big old ball and toss it?
Flap it up and down like ‘I surrender’? Does it have to be a white towel?
Aim a towel at someone, then chunk or toss it?
Kick the towel across the room? Like for extra points across an imaginary goal line?
Dunk a towel into a basketball hoop?
Is the towel wet or dry?
Is the towel a bath sized towel or a dainty hand sized towel?
Maybe it’s just a regular dish towel?
Would a beach towel be more effective?
How about a wadded up, and wet paper towel? Like a giant spit ball?
Well, so many considerations to think of before you actually start throwing (or any of the above) in the towel.
Could be by the time you’ve thought about it, you’d decide to not give up, keep the towel in play and get on with whatever you were trying to do in the first place! 🙂
Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 21st and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “count on it.” Use the phrase “count on it” somewhere in your post. Enjoy!
I can count on it that I can never ‘count it’ right. I’ve written about my having Discalculia, which is a type of blindness to math, numbers, and things like that. That post is here
Now, what else … oh, I can count on it that I will bump into something and knock it down. This happens when I’m walking around, and happens when I’m just sitting and reaching for something and my hand will bump into something knocking it down, or over.
I can count on it that I’ll be here at my computer reading and typing every day.
I can count on it that I’ll be reading an actual book during part of the day and evening.
I can count on it that I’ll be texting on my phone with both my daughters at some point during the day.
And, that’s about all the counting I want to do for now. Hope you have a lovely weekend! ❤