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Snack Time [flash 100]

“What’s this word?” Honey asked.

Mosaic,” Sugar replied.

Cocoa laughed. “Bears can’t read! It’s not feasible. We don’t have the right skill set.”

“Reading is the farthest thing from my mind,” Honey said. “I’m trying to find a recipe.”

“Those yummy cookies the family had last week?” Sugar sniffed the air as if she could already catch a whiff of baking.

Honey rubbed her tummy. “Yes.”

“Sorry to disrupt the fantasy,” Cocoa said. “But this isn’t a cookbook.”

The bears were sad for twenty-seven seconds, but then they forgot because they were bears. Also, they ate the book.

The End.


Inspired by a photo from The Haunted Wordsmith.

PS: To nitpickers, I know the diff between further and farther, but these are bears, so give them a break. 🐻


Tools [CFFC]

At first I thought I couldn’t participate in this photo challenge because I don’t have pics of any of those guys I dated.

But then I remembered the otter kind.

I had to buy this to install my license plates almost two years ago. That was the first time I ever did it, or bought a car by myself. I’ve always been terrified of doing things, maybe because my mommy didn’t think I was good at doing anything other than schoolwork, but as it turns out… all is fine.

This isn’t a diss at my mother. I love her and miss her every day. Especially today because I need to clean my ceiling fan light again and change one of the bulbs.

Bottoms Up [mini-rant]

“I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than have a frontal lobotomy!”

I said that to my daughter yesterday and she assumed it was one of my brilliant wordplays, but I had to confess I didn’t come up with it. Who did? I asked google, and ended up tangled in a kerfuffle. Even Stephen King has a Twitter thread about the phrase. What’s clear as mud is that the song we know and lurve from Dr. Demento is not its first occurrence.

Seems like either Dorothy Parker, W.C. Fields, or Fred Allen coined it, according to the internet. And not only that, but the original phrasing is like so: “I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy!” If anyone has the definitive story of this phrase, spill it in comments please.

I dedicate this poast to booze, given that it’s the beginning of fall, the harvest moon, and delicious pumpkin spice goodness. I raise my cup of tea in a toast to the season, fruit of the vine, red red wine, and only wish it could be laced with whiskey (or whisky). We have a strange relationship with alcohol in this country. Well, I don’t ~ I have no relationship with it, so sad. Unlike dating, I actually miss alcohol. Love you, bye forever. 😢 🥀💔

As I understand it, if a woman (or girl) gets drunk and something bad happens to her, everyone will say she only has herself to blame.

But if a man (or boy), gets drunk and does something bad, people will excuse his behavior due to the booze and say well ya know… boys, whaddaya gonna do?

We’ve arbitrarily decided that no one can have a taste of alcohol until they’re 21, not even if they’re with their parents, but then we send kids off to college at 18, call them adults… yet they’re totally unprepared to deal with the booze-soaked reality of college life. Parents aren’t allowed to teach a teenager how to drink a glass or two of wine, or a couple beers, so they over-indulge like maniacs once they get away. If you believe that yours aren’t gonna do this, bwahahaha.

So much of dating and adult socializing in general is tied up with our drinking culture in weird ways too, even though we have super strict laws about drunk driving, as we should. We should imo have more enforcement of our other traffic laws too, especially speeding and red light running, huge issues in SoCal. Anyway, dating after divorce reminded me again what a huge part alcohol plays in our society. During my marriage, we rarely drank ~ maybe we should have, lol. But now it’s moot because of chronic migraines.

I know, I know. You were thinking I was about to careen off into a wild rant about you know what and you know who and omg can you believe those guys and did you read what he said about what she said and then that whole thread holy crap on a canapé amirite?

We’re good then.

End Of Summer [SOCS]

Round round get around
I get around

The Beach Boys’ music means summer to me, and September first signals end of summer. Labor Day weekend always meant back to school, but I suppose that’s not true these days ~ most schools start mid to late August now. Gotta stuff those little heads full of All The Things! Some college classes begin second week of September or even later. UCI hasn’t started up again yet, which is why my commute is still nice and smooth. Dunno why UCI affects everything everywhere, including my street nowhere near the campus a few cities away, but it does. As soon as classes start, it’ll be all stressful to pull out of my driveway. I live in fear of someone behind me honking because I’m too slow and scared to zoom out aggressively the way normal drivers do. I’d rather just wait. This is another reason why I always build extra time into my trips… my slow pokiness factor.

Okay, that’s enough stream of consciousness for now. I only have three days to finish all these prompts and do laundry too! Sheesh, blogging is getting more demanding. 😀

There Will Be A Quiz

Questions from Marilyn.

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?

The unexpected one.

2. When was the last time you had a romantic dinner?

Too long ago to remember.

3. What do you really want to be doing?

Not having a headache.

4. How many colleges did you attend?


5. Why did you choose the shirt you have on?

It’s black like my heart.

6. Thoughts on gas prices?


7. First thought when the alarm goes off in the morning?

Shaddap kitty!

8. Last thought you have before you go to bed?

Maybe I won’t have a headache tomorrow lol.

9. Do you miss being a child?

Hell no.

10. What errand/chore do you despise the most?

Grocery shopping is pretty boring.

11. Up early or sleep in?


12. Pet’s names?


13. Favorite lunch meat?


14. What do you get every time at Wal-Mart?

Pink fluff to stay up all night and make tutus for ballerina costumes (only went once in desperation when informed that costumes were needed THE NEXT DAY).

15. Beach or lake?

Both are usually too full of people for me.

16. Is marriage overrated?

See #15.

17. Ever crashed your vehicle?

I’ve never totaled one.

18. Strangest place you’ve brushed your teeth?

Whenever I brush my teeth it’s a life or death adventure because my cat, for whatever bizarre reason, has decided that this is the best time to launch a furmissile attack at me.

19. Somewhere you’ve never been but want to go?

Migraine Free Zone.

20. At this point in your life would you want to start a new career?

Sure, if I don’t have to take any boring classes and the pay is fab. Who’s offering?

21. How old are you?


22. Do you have a go to person?

My daughters usually.

23. Are you where you want to be in life?


24. Growing up what were your favorite cartoons?

Road Runner, Yogi Bear, Magilla Gorilla.

25. What do you think has changed about you since you were a teenager?

Not a damned thing.

Sharing Is Blaring [SYW]

Some thought provoking questions from Cee

1. A class you wish you would have taken?

Well, this is complicated. I don’t like to wish to change things in my past that might alter the outcome of ending up with my two fab daughters. Silly, since it’s hypothetical, but jinxes ya know oooOOOooo. Okay fine. I wish I had gone to Northwestern like I was meant to… got an acceptance, but had an argument with my mother, and ended up (dons shades a la Joel in Risky Business) at the University of Illinois! Later I finished up at CSUN. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but… waaah. I want the journo or poetry or English lit degree from the great school I was entitled to. 😛

2. Are you scared of heights?

Hellz to the yeah! I’m so terrified of heights I can’t even look at pics from the Italian bridge collapse. It’s technically not the height, but the nothingness that scares me. I also didn’t see Gravity for the same reason. I can work/live way up in a high-rise tower, as long as I’m fully enclosed and feel safe. But I do not go out on a balcony. Just thinking about that makes me woozy. There’s just so much nothingness…

3. Are you a good cook? If so, do you consider yourself a chef?

Who’s judging me? I like what I make, and since I’m only cooking for myself almost exclusively these days, imma go out on a limb (not a high one) and say YES I’m good! I do not consider myself a chef however; that’s waaay too much bother. Would not have the patience for cheffing. It’s only food, for cryin’ out loud. In my mind, slicing up a tomato for grilled cheese is getting fancy. And no, I do not buy silly French cheese for snadwiches. 🙄

4. What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Well, I had the pleasure and honor to babysit my new little granddaughter alone for a couple hours so her parents could have a date on Sunday. I figured she’d nap and I could read. Lol. How we forget, eh? Now I remember why I didn’t write novels when my girls were little. Parenting is a full-time job!

Licorice [WATW]

My mother bowled. She was a good bowler and often on a league. She was a physically strong person, competent at practical things, and able to learn new skills on her own. While she valued these traits in herself however, she didn’t cultivate them in me, and cared only about my grades in school.

Once when I was around 5 years old, I was wandering around the bowling alley while she bowled with her team. There wasn’t much for me to do and I remember being bored and annoyed. The Monkees were on the radio and I liked them.

Mom gave me money for candy and I tried something new: red licorice. I didn’t like it, but I kept eating it, and it made me sick. I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time and threw up in a corner where no one saw me. I felt very embarrassed and stayed away from that area the rest of the afternoon.

I’ve always hated licorice ever since (both kinds). And I don’t like bowling much either. But I do still love the Monkees. Go figure!



MP#10-11: Still Not Dead

I wish people would quit burying MoviePass while it’s still breathing, ffs. I just read yet another article about how well yeah of course MP was destined to fail yada because it only appeals to people in cities or whatever.

Sunday I saw The King in Long Beach at an independent theater I’ve never been to before. It was a bazillion degrees out, but the theater was cool and comfy. My friend and I both enjoyed the film. It was a pretty sobering look at the US, not a typical docu. Afterward, we had nommy Mexican food across the street at Lola’s.

Yesterday, while everyone was tweeting how they couldn’t see Mission Impossible: Fallout all weekend, I checked my local theater, Triangle Square, saw it was available, and snagged a great seat for myself at the 7pm showing. Normally I don’t go to movies on work nights, but I can make an exception for Tom Cruise. Fun flick! Plot more incomprehensible than a Bond film! But fun! Much chase, very shooting.

This was my first MP, believe it or not. I’m a Cruise fan, but I prefer him in other stuff. I’ve liked him since Risky Business, which I ducked out of a computer class to see back in Chicago. You should have heard that audience cheer when he put on those shades and said, “Looks like… University of Illinois!”

Anyway. My MoviePass app is just fine, thanks for asking. Just got an email from Mitch himself apologizing for the outages and saying things will be improving, etc. So put that on your popcorn and smoke it.


[Image swiped from Chicago Tribune]

When I was 13, we moved to a new house in a small town about 40 miles NW of Chicago. Although my mother was in some ways a “helicopter” parent (as we term it now), in other ways, I had a lot of freedom, much more than many of my peers. One thing I did immediately was zoom off on my bike for hours, alone, in this new area, some of it still undeveloped. Remember, back then there was no way to contact anyone in an emergency if you were away from a landline.

One hot afternoon early on I found a woodsy area with a dirt path, so naturally I pedaled down that path to see what was up. Kept going and going through lots of nice shady trees until I came to a small lake. Well, I thought it was a lake at first, though it looked a bit weird. There was no path to bike around it, so I just looked at it for a while, all sparkling in the sunshine, and then went home.

I told my mom about the lake in the woods and she suggested it was a quarry. She also said I should stay away from it, but I didn’t. I thought it was my neato secret discovery and returned several times. Later on, after school started, I found out about all the bad stuff that went on out there, at my “secret” quarry, late at night.

After that, I stopped going. A couple years later, the developers began knocking down trees and building more houses out toward the quarry area, obliterating the bike path.

Rush: A Dating Story

My college boyfriend loved Rush. I mean, he loved them. I’d never even heard of Rush until I went to college, since I lived such a sheltered life in Chicago. But then again I was still listening to Diana Ross, Neil Diamond, and Gordon Lightfoot in 1979. I tried to like Rush back then, because that was the kind of girlfriend I was ~ I’m not like that now, which might be why I don’t have a boyfriend these days. I really hated Rush though. I hated the music and I hated the voices. I never could even understand wtf they were screeching until I read the lyrics. Pretty sure CB did not care if I liked them or not. He existed in a selfish bubble, as you would expect of a guy in his late teens. Not that he was a bad person or anything. We didn’t have a whole lot in common but we did have some good times with movies and games and such, and we had similar values.

I dropped out of the University of Illinois (finished my degree later at CSUN), but kept dating CB, long-distance and during his vacations from school, for a couple years. Why, you ask. Who knows, I reply. Looking back, it seems strange. Writing snail-mail letters and yapping on the phone for hours about nothing. Visiting during his free time when both of us could have been meeting new people. We didn’t even have much fun together after the shared college experience was over. It wasn’t terrible or anything, but it wasn’t great either. Finally, I broke up with him using the “drifted apart” reason. He wrote a nice letter back saying goodbye.

I google him periodically ~ he seems to have stayed single as far as I can tell. Most if not all of my exes are single now, as I am. I find that interesting. The men I attempted to form serious long-term relationships with also failed to create/maintain serious long-term relationships with anyone else. Of course that doesn’t preclude the possibility that any one of us could meet someone tomorrow and be with them for the rest of our lives. You never know.

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The Daily Prompt: Rush