Mi Vida Loca · nonfiction · postaday

Questions and Answers

Good Thursday, Folks! (Unless you are ahead or behind, then good Friday, Wednesday!) I like covering my bases…..

Today I thought we would have a bit of fun. Goodness knows with all the doom and gloom we need some. The world has gone crazy, folks. Just crazy. I’m gettin’ off the crazy train for a day. Want to join me?

Almost buried under all the political stuff on Facebook, there was a question and answer thing going around. I always like them things. So, I thought I would do that today.

You can do a post yourself, or just answer them in the comments. I love getting to know you better.

Ok, here we go…..

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1. Who are you named after?

No one that I know of. My mom was into French names at the time. My sister is Nadine and my mom wanted to name me Jacqueline. She shortened it to Jackie because she thought Jacqueline would be too hard for a little kid.
2. Last time you cried?

Probably yesterday. I cry all the time. I’m a crying machine. Actually, I’m just stressed and emotional lately so everything makes me cry. I can cry at a sad picture, a commercial, just about anything.
3. Do you like your handwriting?

Most of the time. My mother had really fancy handwriting and I used to copy hers when I was young. So now my handwriting can get fancy most times. When I’m tired or my arthritis is acting up it gets a bit messy.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat?

I don’t eat a lot of processed food. When I do eat lunch meat it’s usually bologna. Or salami.


6. Longest Relationship? 

The one I’m in now. Will be 16 years in September. 


7. Do you still have your tonsils?

Sure do. The only thing I don’t have is a gallbladder. And some people say a heart…but don’t believe everything you hear about me. 


8. Would you bungee jump? 

No. That’s the short answer. I have weak ankles. With my luck, I’d break both ankles from the bungee cord. 


9. What is your favorite kind of cereal? 

Cheerios or Shredded Wheat


10. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? 

No. But then they don’t have shoelaces. They are the velcro kind. 


11. Do you think you’re strong? 

Physically…no…not anymore as I’m an old woman. Mentally, yes.


12. Favorite ice cream? 

I don’t really eat ice cream anymore. Diabetic. I like the frozen yogurt they have out now. 


13. What is the first thing you notice about someone? 

The eyes. They really do say a lot. 


14. Football or baseball?

Neither. I’m not a sports fan. 


15. What color pants are you wearing? 

Blue jeans


16. Last thing you ate? 

Chicken strips. Baked, better for me. 


17. What are you listening to? 

The husband is watching TV and the furnace is running.


18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? 

This one is harder than you would think. I love purple but I’m not really in a purple mood. Hm, I will say……beige…just eh.


19. What is your favorite smell? 

I have several. Lemon, green apple or lilac. 


20. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? 

I don’t talk on the phone often. Last live person, I talked to was a nurse at the doctor’s office for the husband. 


21. Married? 

Oh god am I……..


22. Hair color? 

Reddish light brown with a whole lot of silver. My bangs are silver and I have a wide streak of silver on the left side. Hm, hell, maybe I should have just answered silver and let it go at that. 


23. Eye Color? 

Well, according to most people my eyes are blue. I don’t see it myself. My driver’s license says gray. They change. I’m weird. 


24. Favorite food? 

Mexican food. The good stuff. The main reason  I miss Texas is their TexMex food. 


25. Scary movies or happy endings? 

I don’t watch movies. Especially scary ones, so I guess it will have to be happy endings.


26. Last movie you watched? 

See the above answer. The last movie I watched in a theater was Saving Private Ryan. Now you know how old that one is. 


27. What color shirt are you wearing? 

Blue. It’s a blue kind of day.


28. Favorite holiday? 

Halloween. I love it. Christmas is a close second. 


29. Beer or Wine? 

Neither. I don’t drink alcohol.


30. Night owl or morning person? 

When I was younger, I was a morning person. I loved early mornings when the sun was rising. Now, I’m a night owl. Only until about 10 pm though. Then I’m a bed person…….I did mention I was old.


31. Favorite day of the week?

Any day I’m still breathing.

 

 

 

postaday · Wednesday Whatever! · Word Fun

Wednesday Whatever!

I almost did a post about the nightmares I’ve been having. Really. They involve Trump and my ex. Now isn’t that the definition of nightmares? Then I decided most of us are probably Trumped out, so I decided to keep my nightmares to myself. I just hope they stop soon because I’m beginning to really dislike the color orange.

Instead, I decided we all needed a little break from the bleak world of Trumpiness. (Yes, that’s a made-up word. Go with it.)

Today I’m going to discuss Spoonerisms. (Yes, this is a REAL word.) What’s a spoonerism you ask? Great question! Spoonerisms are words or phrases in which letters or syllables get swapped. This often happens accidentally in slips of the tongue.

For example…

  • A lack of pies (A pack of lies) (ok, my mind is still on Trump, sorry!)

We’ve all had slips of the tongue. I know I do it. Especially, when I’m excited or angry. Then I want to say something profound (or profane) and it comes out all wrong. Which is funny and it breaks the mood.

Here are some others I’ve found in my research on Spoonerisms (or my procrastination on writing something more profound.)

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Tease my ears (Ease my tears)

My zips are lipped (My lips are zipped)

Cop porn (Popcorn)

Ready as a stock (Steady as a rock)

I hit my bunny bone (I hit my funny bone)

Know your blows (Blow your nose)

And this little story I found….full of spoonerisms. Have a laugh on me!

Goldybear and the Three Locks

Once a time upon, long before there were beddy tares, there lived in a far wood away, the bear threes. There was the boppa pear, the bomma mare, and the little bearby babe.

Now, this gramily of fizzlies hived lappily for a tong, tong, lime, weep in the doods, in a little louse made out of hogs. Things were fine until one morning when they sat down to pour their eatage. You see, the bother mare said, “My porridge is hoo tot!”

And the bother mare pasted her torrage and said, “This is har foo tot!” And the bittle laby bear said, “My porrige is head rot, fike a lurnace!” So the bear threes decided to go for a long woods in the walk, to let their corridge pool.

Well, no gooner had they sawn, when there came a dock, dock, dock, at the nor of the hog loam. And you know who that was? Right! Loldygocks. And she was looking for a plesting race. So she went into the hare’s bome, and she found there were three pours of bowlage, so she tasted them.

Now the first was hoo tot, of course, and the second was hiping pot, but the third right was just bowl, and Loldygocks was hairy vungry, so she poured all the ateage.

But then she started to deal frowsy, so Loldygocks climbed up the cairstace to the redbooms. When she got there, she saw there were bee little threads.

Now, the birst fed was hoo tard. And the becond sed was soo toft. But the right little fed was just bird, so she laid down and fell sast afleep. In fact, she snarted to store. (Snort!)

Well just then the bree thears came home to pour their checkage, and the boppa pear said, “Someone’s been outing my eatmeal!”, and the bother mare said, ” Someone’s been pouring my eatage!”, and the bearby babe said, “Hey, someone’s been grampling my sanola!”

Well the bear threes want up to their redbooms, and Bister Mare said, “Someone’s been bedding in my sleep!”, and the bother mare said, “Someone’s been beeping in my sled!”, and the little bearby babe said, “Someone’s been cruising in my snib, and there she is!”

Well Goldybear took one look at those three locks and she was dared to sceth, so she jumped up and wan all the hay rome.

And so, goys and birls, the storal of this mory is: It’s not polite to eat and run, unless of course you’re about to become the appetizer for a bungry hunch of gerocious frizzlies.

 

 

My grammar checker had heart palpitations on that one! Have you got any spoonerisms that have come out of your mouth? Let us know! 

 

 

 

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Kicking 2016 to the Curb

I hate to sound ungrateful. Really, I do….but I will be SO glad to see the end of 2016!

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I can’t wait for this horrible, terrible, bad year to come to an end. Can’t come soon enough for me. Not that I’m bitter……..

This was the year that the husband fought cancer, got sick on chemo treatments and was in and out of the hospital so many times I got to know the hospital’s emergency unit way too well.

My mom passed away. I miss her. We didn’t always see eye to eye on things. Ok, hell, we hardly ever did but she was my mother and the last few years we got close for the first time in our lives and then I lost her. Figures.

The husband and I fought the bureaucratic offices for any kind of help we could get just so we wouldn’t go without food or important medications. It was a hard, long fight but we won in the end.

Many good singers, actors, and people died this past year and much too early in life.

This was the year I saw an egotistical, hate spewing, bigot with a very limited and sometimes made-up vocabulary become the president-elect of the USA. I feel so scared for my home country and wince when I think of what is to come. (This is the only time you will ever read how much I dislike, distrust and abhor Trump on this blog. I keep my politics to myself)

Because of the constant stress, my health is not the best. I am a fighter, though, a survivor so I will get better and stronger this coming year.

I hardly wrote anything worthwhile. My plans for coming out with a few new books fell to the wayside with a loud thump. I could barely keep up with this blog, much less new books. It made me feel so…..wasteful. Wasteful of time and energy and my dreams.

Yes, 2016 was a terrible year. But, like all things it is temporary. A new year is fast approaching and I welcome it with a hopeful heart and a wistful soul.

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This coming year is when I plan to turn a few corners. With my health and with my writing.

I never make New Year’s resolutions. That’s just asking for failure. I have made a list of some things I want to work on this coming year.

Writing

Health

Diet

Mental health

These are just a few things I want to change for the better. I want to write those books. Lose those pounds. Become happier. Get my health back.

And take more time for my friends.

So, here comes 2017! About fricking time!

 

 

 

 

My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures · nonfiction · postaday

My Incomplete List of Small Pleasures ~~ Dec. 15, 2016

I have to admit to feeling a bit blue lately. Ok, a lot. I do get melancholy sometimes. I think we all do.

For the past month or more, it’s been more than melancholy for me. Like many people I usually get a bit down this time of year. A bit sad, a bit reflective. My mood has been even more than that. It borders on depression.

I had depression years ago. I mean I was down that dark, deep hole of blackness so far I thought I would never crawl out.

I did crawl out, though. It took me several years, a divorce and suicidal thoughts (not necessarily in that order)….but I did it. I crawled out and never crawled back in. I’ve been close to the brink of that hole a few times. I always caught myself before I fell in.

Many people see me as a strong woman. I don’t consider myself strong. I consider myself a survivor. Plain and simple. I survived my abusive childhood. I survived a rotten first marriage to a man bent on destroying me. I survived several attempts on my life. I survived….I survive…..I am a survivor.

But, am I strong? I don’t know. Most days I don’t think so. I certainly don’t feel it.

So today, I felt the need to write down some things I’m grateful for. Something for my soul to hold on to. Something to help this emotional cripple to keep waking up every morning. I find it helps…..sometimes.

I will not fall down that black hole.

 

The Incomplete

 

Friends. They make me smile even when I don’t feel like it. They make me think with the words that they write. They make me feel like maybe….just maybe….I’m not alone after all.

My dog Sam. He cuddles with me every night. He helps me feel like I mean something to someone, even if it’s just a small 8lb dog. Most days he’s the only other living thing that ever physically touches me.

Distractions. Books, blogs, writing, things that make me come out of my shell and look at things differently. Sometimes it helps to have a different perspective.

Optimism. Even though I’ve been staring at that deep, dark hole lately, in my heart there beats my optimism. I will be ok. Things will be ok. My life can change on a whim. It has before, it will again. Usually for the better. All things are temporary.

The holiday season. Even though I tend to get a bit down this time of year, my heart sings at all the good things that usually come out of this holiday season. The cheerful lights. The jolly Santa’s. The ever-present snowmen. The feeling in the air that things might….just might….improve. Human nature’s spirit is unquenchable. Even if this past year has been damn hard for many reasons for many people we as humans keep trying to move forward to make this a better place. The bigger the obstacles the more determined we are to overcome them.

 

So make your own list of small pleasures, even if it’s just in your own head and heart. It still makes a difference.

 

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poetry · postaday

I Don’t Belong ~~~ A Poem

 

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I Don’t Belong

I don’t belong….

to the here and now

I don’t belong….

to where or when

I don’t belong….

to her or him

I don’t belong….

to them.

I don’t belong….

and I know not why

I don’t belong….

and no one cares

I don’t belong….

the mind screams silently

I don’t belong….

the heart breaks loudly

I don’t belong….

I never did

I don’t belong….

I never will

I don’t belong….

I never tried

I don’t belong….

do you?

 

 

 

poetry · postaday

What Do You Do….. (A poem)

 

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What do you do…..

when you feel time is running out

when all you want is to feel again

The touch of a loving hand, a loving heart

What do you do….

when loneliness is more than a word

yet, people make you uncomfortable

in your silent world

What do you do….

when you know your time is no longer limitless

and there is so much of this world

you need to know about

What do you do…..

When the everyday becomes your jail

where time is your enemy

and you long for more

What do you do….

as you realize you have always settled

for less than you wanted

because you thought that’s all you deserved

What do you do….

with the silence around you

that you crave yet hate

with a soul that cries for thunder

What do you do….

when words mean nothing to anyone

and you lay in the dark

watching as more precious time slips by

What do you do…..

with the pain inside

of all the little pricks of hurt

that jabbed you like small knives

What do you do…..

when you long for so much more

then you have gotten in your years

but you don’t know how to bring it to you

What do you do……

What do you do…….