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Fourplay [socs]

Four used to be my lucky πŸ€ number when I was married because I had a husband and two daughters, which made a symmetrical family of four. But then I got divorced and naturally changed my lucky number to three, since we were now three amazing chicks 🐀🐀🐀 on our own and doing fine.

Before long however the girls found great guys to marry and now they have their own families. I can’t really say we’re a trio of chiclets these days, even if in my mind I think of us that way. It’s no longer a reality.

I do have my little soul-kitty Gatsby and we are a duo, can’t separate us, no sirree, so maybe my lucky number is two. Could very well be so. I’m always grateful for his warm comforting furry presence even if it comes with sharp claws and teeth cuz the best things in life do have a slight edge to them.

Don’t you agree? 🐱

PFF4: Ommmm

Welcome to my Friday Flashback! This post originally appeared here on June 29, 2011, and my feelings haven’t changed. It’s great to zone out with a repetitive yet productive task to get centered. This week I also had a bunch of shredding to do, so the post is timely as well.

The Zen of Shredding

Sometimes when I’m upset, nothing beats a repetitive task that (1) is a little bit physical, and (2) makes a moderate amount of noise. So yesterday I shredded paper all day, which was great. Shred shred shred. Just feed the sheets in, not too many, maybe 8 at a time … zaLOOP, keep them going in, left hand, right hand. Soon the red light comes on indicating β€œbasket full.”

Get a big trash bag. Unplug shredder. Pull out basket. Hold trash bag open with one hand … plunge other hand into slightly warm mass of crinkly confetti, scoop into bag, handful by handful. Pull individual paper pieces from blades (my favorite part). Slide basket back into machine. Plug in. Turn on. Tune out.

Drip in a little oil.

Start over again.

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Rainbow Kitty Sock Smile

Trent says our Weekly Smile can be anything, large or small, and mine is pretty darned small this week. Sometimes I don’t even participate because I have nothing to say and that’s not because I’m sad; it’s cuz my days are samey same, no highs or lows, and that’s how I like them. I hate surprises and I don’t crave adventure or excitement. It’s all too stressful.

Anyway, last week I lost a sock in the laundry, which made me upset. First, I can’t stand misplacing things. It drives me crazy. Second, I hate the thought of being one of those sloppy people who leave things behind in dryers (cue Revenge of the Lost). But I unfolded and shook out all my clean clothes and no sock. To top off the misery, it wasn’t just any old boring sock, but a rainbow kitty sock.

I was resigned to this tragedy of epic proportions, determined somehow to slog on like the trooper I am. I suppose I’ve survived worse things. Once I made a carrot cake for game night and it didn’t get done in the middle ~ that was pretty terrible. But still! There are always more carrot cakes… what was I supposed to tell the sock waiting patiently for her mate? Just gone out for a walk, no worries. He’ll be back! She was getting suspicious.

But then Monday morning I was leaving for work, glanced into the laundry room, and what did I see? The rainbow kitty sock just lying there on the bench as casual as you please! Hey wassup? I grabbed him and stuck him in my purse. Yayyy!!!!! πŸ˜€πŸ’•πŸŽ‰

Symmetry is restored.

One-Liner Wednesday: Tigers

I deleted identifying information from this blurb so as not to out the typo-ist. Fact is, we all typo, even the most OCD of us. But I couldn’t resist saving and sharing the humor, especially on a headache day. (It is not a migraine day, just a headache day.)

Tigers are magnificent, and should be valued and protected, but typos aside, I can see comparing a migraine to one. They prowl in the forests of my dreams, ready to pounce when I open my eyes. They claw and bite, making me want to return to the soothing darkness. But it’s too late. Once a tiger has found me, there’s no respite from his merciless attack until I calm him down with prescription medication.

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One-Liner Wednesday

Prompts Gone Mad!

These are just for today!

My God.

And every one of them is great, of course. I want to do them all. I realize they don’t all have to be done today, but my own “rain” inspirational thingie is already 4 days old and goes well with blustery fog during the fervent breakup over the kitchen remodel, or whatever.

Ack. Wasting time! Off to search my photos for a colorful square circle…

The Mighty Quinn

Jim writes about this song today and gives various ideas on what it might be about. An ex told me it was about a drug dealer. That makes sense. I nicknamed a character in a book “the Eskimo” because of that, and yes he was a drug dealer. I didn’t write much about the drugs themselves, since I don’t know anything and research is boring; instead I wrote about two guys having a long funny convo in the drug dealer’s house about which women they’d rather bang, such as Ginger or Mary Ann, etc. My story got way off-track because I began to enjoy writing these conversations more than the lurve scenes between the actual main characters, and I struggled with giving the protagonists enough screen time, so to speak. For some reason, this book isn’t even up for sale in my glob of books. That must be because I couldn’t decide which version to self-publish. Let’s take a vote.

1. The long one with all the off-track scenes left in that don’t even have much to do with the lurve story at all and make the book way too long for a romance novel but are funny?

2. The semi-cleaned up one that is less funny but more focused on the actual lurve story?

3. The super cleaned up version?

Then vote:

A. Prologue, which Elmore Leonard hates, but adds texture.

B. No prologue.

Title:

i. Attractive Nuisance (relevant legal term).

ii. Sweet Nothings (name of her lingerie store).

Thanks for your help!

P.S. Please remember that I still can’t read minds and you actually have to tell me in the comments what you want! πŸ˜€

One-Line Wednesday

This is one of those dumb sayings we should mock relentlessly. I find worrying to be a very relaxing hobby actually. Allow me to explain.

Most terrible things are shocks. Just like in a movie, they come sailing in out of the blue. You slip and fall in flat shoes while walking to the elevator. A boyfriend breaks up with you because you didn’t bake him some goddamn cookies. An earthquake hits while you’re in the shower. A wacko debt collector pops up to harass you about your ex. A rattlesnake decides to take a nap in your car.

Who can predict these things, amirite? But the stuff you spent hours stressing over didn’t happen, did it? Nope. Tests came back negative. Plane landed smoothly. Boss didn’t freak out about the mistake. Etc.

So, here’s my theory. Bad things enjoy shock value. Deprive them of it! Spend time imagining bad things and pop their balloon of surprise one by one. It’s like a game. You won’t have time to get them all, so try to attack the worst ones first.

And if one happens anyway? Well then, you can just shrug and say you knew it would.

Win win! πŸ˜€

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One-Liner Wednesday

Fashion Q’s from You Know Who

Rory’s at it again, folks! πŸ˜‚

Today’s topic is ………….. The Fashionastas!

Could you cope with buying no clothes for a full year?

I guess so… 😒

How many pairs of coloured/patterned socks do you possess?

Lots!

What is YOUR number one fashion rule?

Visible items must match.

What is the quirkiest customised outfit you have ever worn and where and what for did you wear it?

I dressed like an elf for a Christmas party a few years ago and won a prize.

In your opinion what are 5 basic but important items of clothing?

Black pants, black tee shirt, white tee shirt, turquoise sweater, black jacket.

Ok, so Flares? Once popular for the 70’s sure …. but where are they now?

Hopefully making cozy bedding for endangered tiger cubs or something.

Which are your best three quotes that mean the most to you with regards fashion/clothing/lifestyle?

I like what I like.

I don’t care what’s in style.

I want to be warm.

You obviously have favourite colours you enjoy wearing, we all do – but if you were asked to wear the opposite colours to what you normally wear what would those colours be?

Bright red, bright orange, lemon yellow.

What are the wrong trousers to wear like ever?

For me, any that hit between knee and ankle. 😝

What is your favourite style of nightwear from the following options?

Baggy T-Shirt, boxers/long Johns

Ridiculous looking Pyjamas

Nothing as in bare all over

Sexy attire – you know the naughty stuff

Other – regular clothes mostly. What if there’s an earthquake and I have to run outside?

For you what one single musical track just speaks fashion to you?

Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy.”

The celebrity whose style you most identify with from the following?

Melissa McCarthy

Jack Nicholsan

Clarke Gable

Halle Berry

Meryl Streep

Lady Gaga

Charlie Chaplain

Gene Kelly

Other – Diane Keaton (always cold and layered up).

Would you wear stripes with squares?

It depends on colors and actual design.

Which out of the following line up are you most likely to wear?

Heels, Boots, Flats, Loafers, Sneekers, Brogues, Thongs [Flip Flops], Running Shoes*, sandals, Wedges, Slippers, Lace Ups, Decks, Wellingtons, Riding Boots, Mules, Ankle Boots, Boat shoes, Chukkas, Chelsea Boot, Slips ons?

*I have a great pair of running shoes I wear for walking. They’re turquoise!

Are hats your thing? If so which styles?

I love cute hats! Mostly I wear them for costumes though.

For women; last time you wore a scarf and for men; last time you wore a tie?

I wore a scarf last week ~ it was turquoise!

Have you ever physically suffered for the sake of a fashion trend?

When I was younger, I’d wear high heels to look sexy, even when they hurt my feet or back. I refuse to do that now. I also would tolerate being cold so my cute outfit could be seen without a big lumpy jacket tossed over it, but I won’t do that now either. Pffft!

Good Eggtentions [275 words]

This innocuous box of colorfully dyed eggs reminds me of all the money I’ve wasted on crafts that didn’t happen over the years. And even if they’d materialized, I’m not sure that the money would have been well-spent, but at least I’d then have had the satisfaction of a completed task.

I began a “tee shirt business” in the 1990s that never took off, partly because I developed carpal tunnel in my hand from painting all day, and partly because… what, really? I was paying retail price for all my supplies and just dabbling. How was this ever going to be profitable? πŸ™„

Then, because I received compliments over some adorable cakes I created, I thought, well, I could go into the cake decorating biz, but… see the tee shirt paragraph. πŸ€ͺ

After that, I decided crafts would be back to hobbies only, yada. But I still have to be careful. I got carried away buying yarn a few times after crocheting for five minutes. Naturally, the projects were left untouched in my closet. (I did complete my knitted scarf however, hurrah!) The girls and I made bead necklaces up north once, and it was a struggle for me not to run out and begin a bead “thing.” Beads! Fun! πŸ˜€

Just typing that makes me want to do beady beady beads.

Mostly though, the rainbow eggs remind me of Beanie Baby days. Yes, I was one of those crazy people. At a certain point, there was a trend to buy multiple white Halo (angel) bears and dye them different colors in pots on your stove. I did this.

Why? I don’t know. 😳

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THW Prompt ~ May 9

Listing

I listed
All the home chores
I had neglected to do:
The vacuuming,
The dusting,
The dishes,
Some ironing too.

I listed
All the reasons
I was better off
With you gone:
The lying,
The crying,
The cold silent
Depressed dawn.

I listed
All the fun things
I’d plan with new friends:
The game nights,
The art walks,
The movies and dinners,
To fill
My weekends.

I listed
My lists
In a master
List of all lists,
To stay organized
And methodical,
Which made me feel
Blissed.

But I ran out of paper
And my cat stole my pen,
So I texted you
At midnight:
Please come back again!

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Genre Challenge: List Poem