When it comes to, “killing two birds w/one stone” you can count it on my participation. That was a very lame use of that phrase, but I think in can work. Sorry Mz. Linda, I tried 😉 …
Back to SoCS…Had a great Saturday, Mani/Pedi and a 9 hour house wake-up. How do you erase your stream of consciousness??? I did though. Husband is still working on Mr. Paul Newman and it’s looking good. I’ll feature maybe on Monday’s Masterpiece. I guess I could sneak a peak at his progress on the painting…This picture was streaming through my consciousness 😉 …
Had leftover Spaghetti & Meatloaf again. It is very delicious to use leftover meatloaf in your new spaghetti sauce. Very tasty and I made some Gooey Sugar Cookie Bar for dessert. House is cleaned and life is just moving along, no complaints from this lady.
I’m just glad I got this up for today…See y’all tomorrow for Song Lyric Sunday. Hope everything is good in your corner of the world. It’s movie night at # thename and if you know what that is then good for you <3 . Blessings Blogger’sfor a quiet Saturday evening…
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!
That is my favorite kind of day…Spring rainy days are good as long as they are warm. Summer rainy days are good, love the thunderstorms and Fall rainy days are probably the best. Dark and comfortable as long as I can sleep in. They are the, “Maybe I’ll start some soup”kind of days that I love, love, love.
I’m pretty sure the only time I get a bit weary of rain is during the Winter. Winter in Chicago it is definitely not suppose to rain and if it does, I’m pretty sure were in for some nasty weather !!!
I too also love thesmell of rain, so comforting…
I’m sure it will be sometime before the rain comes. Happy the snow storms seem to be going south. About 2 months before were almost done with the cold. March can be very wonky.
So excited got a prompt up in jusjojan…It’s on January 25th and the prompt is, “Journal”… Thank you so much Mz. Linda <3
‘Where’ Were You’… SoCS I know I never will…It doesn’t even feel like it was 20 years ago.. I remember every detail of that day. I had just taken my youngest to school. He was in 2nd grade and our other 3 kids were already gone. I had one in middle school and two in high school. The husband was driving into the city, Chicago, going to work.
I had left the tv on b/c I knew I was going to be back in a couple of minutes. When I returned home, they were showing the World Trade Center on fire because it had literally just been hit by the first plane. I knew in my mind that this must be a terrorist attack as the day was a perfect sunny fall day. This was no accident. As I was watching, the second plane hit tower two. Now there was no doubt in my mind that this was a terror attack.
The first person I called of course was my mom. I asked my mom if she was watching the news and she replied, “You know I never watch the news.” I told her she needed to turn on the tv. She did, and what she saw, well there are no words to capture her reaction. I remember her responding in horror, “Oh know,” is all she said. She told me to go get the kids and she would talk to me soon.
The next person I called was the husband. He was still in the car driving to work in the city. I told him to turn around and get as far away from the city as fast as he could, but naturally he did what he wanted to and kept driving into work. I can remember saying to him often that even if the entire city was burning on fire from a nuclear attack, he would still go into work. I never dreamed how right I was !!! OMG
We had just returned from New York as we vacationed in the city. We had taken a tour bus and I remember driving past the tower’s. The kids wanted to get off the bus and go up in the towers but I said no. I actually said, “You just don’t know if a terrorist was having a bad day,” referring to the first attack in 93′. The kids of course had no idea of what I was talking about at all. The first one I got was our Connie b/c he was the closest. As time elapsed, there were two more planes down and the tower’s had collapsed. My husband was still on the road to work when I got a call from him and he asked me, “What do they mean when they say the tower’s are gone, they are no longer there?” I told him, “They collapsed and they are down and they aren’t there anymore !!!” I think at this point he is finally getting the picture but he is almost downtown and he just wants to get to his office so he can see for himself what is going on.
I got Connie home and decided to leave the other 3 at school b/c when I called the school, they told me they were probably safer there for now. So I quickly just got the house cleaned up and showered and tried to figure out my next move. I was definitely shaken up by all those events of the morning.
Poor Connie was watching tv and he was so young he didn’t understand it was just a replay on tv of them showing the collapse of the tower’s. He asked me, “Why do those building’s keep falling down.” I didn’t try to explain, I said just put on your cartoons…No worries.
The husband finally got downtown and saw for himself what was happening. His reaction as you can imagine was the same as mine. He was in shock. He said I’m turning around and I’ll be home as soon as I can. When I get there, we’ll get all the kids and go from there. I was relieved he was on his way home, but nervous about him getting there.
As he was walking back to the parking garage to get the car, he told me how eerie the city had become. Everyone was walking back to their car or trying to get home. They were looking up in the sky. It was very quiet b/c they had shut-down the air space over North America. The skies were quiet…So weird, surreal….
We got everyone home that day, and we were all so sad. To think we had just been in New York city. That evening all 6 of us went to church and prayed the Rosary because that is what we did as a family when we didn’t know what else to do. Our Catholic faith is where we fine our solace and try to make sense of things that don’t make sense.
To this day it is where we find peace. Blessing <3 . God Bless America, God Bless us All <3 .
Good Saturday morning blogging family. Starting out my week in the blogosphere on a positive note. Getting back into my challenges and so today is the start of my week with #SoCS. Thank you, Mz. Linda for the prompt…”Butter.”
Mom was a nurse back in the 60’s when margarine was first introduced and it was suppose to be healthier for you. Raising a family (4 girls and dad) margarine was the obvious choice. I was in grade school so I really didn’t pay any attention at all to butter/margarine and just thought everything was butter that was yellow and in the butter dish. I only knew that I wanted it to be soft so as not to destroy the toast when I was using it to butter my toast.
My mom grew up on a farm in Wisconsin and my grandpapa worked at the dairy after the boys grew up an went away b/c he was getting on in years and running the farm would be to much for him. Whenever we went to visit grandmama & grandpapa I always wondered why the butter tasted so much better at their house than ours back in Chicago.
When we were up at the farm one day, I asked my mom why the butter tasted so much better here. It was lighter and fluffier. The color was a pale yellow, almost a tint not like ours at home where it was Y E L L O W !!!! They didn’t keep it in butter keeper per se it was more like a dish and it was definitely more that a stick of butter. More like a slab and was it ever good on grandmama’s homemade cinnamon rolls just out of the oven.
In fact she used butter in almost everything. I would watch her cook. She would slather it on her dough’s as she was making her breads. She would carve out a chunk and throw it in her soups, spaghetti sauces, chili’s. She would add more to all the noodles and pasta. Every frosting she ever made, that’s right there was butter in it. She would even take it and butter up her hands before kneading the dough or working with any kind of food !!!
We got on the subject of butter and how it tasted so much better up here in Wisconsin. When grandpapa heard us he responded, “That’s because your mother probably uses that other stuff that’s suppose to be good for you. I better not find it here in my house. We’re really dairy people here. This is Wisconsin after all, “The Dairy State.” Grandmama just looked at all of us with her cheeky little grin, and gave us a wink 😉 .
When I started homemaking, it wasn’t a choice. Butter it will be and butter it has always been <3 . Don’t care about the cost or being better for me, I just love, love, love the taste of butter. There’s a reason it costs more….You get what you pay for 😉 .
A short story from my stream of consciousness 😉 Enjoy and I ended up with something for #JusJoJan Blessings <3 Mz. Janet <3
I knew the end was coming, but I had hoped. I really didn’t know what I had hoped for. Rosalee, our dog, heard him coming before me. She woke out of a deep sleep in front of the fireplace and was completely alert and barking at the door.
Maybe I had hoped it wouldn’t ever happen. So much time had passed. So many years had been lost. I looked older, and although the getting older had been kind you always want to seem like aging was agreeing with you.
As I was walking toward the door, I thought should I open it or just pretend I wasn’t there. Or he could think maybe I was sleeping and didn’t hear the bell. I wanted to do anything to avoid this moment. I was lost in my memories and thought, “Should I just get it over with so I can finally move on, put an Amen to it ??” The bell rang again and I was jolted back to this moment certain he knew I was standing right on the other side of the door. Just open the door and smile. Act surprised , be civil. The way I see it if it does not feel right you have an appointment that you can’t get out of. Make it a short conversation and say, “Can we do this another time, I have an appointment that I can’t get out of. We’ll do lunch. We can talk and catch up. Call me.” Or something to that effect. If it seems comfortable, invite him in for coffee. Keep the conversation light, away from the past. Definitely away from that horrible day that’s for sure.
I opened the door and there he was. Standing there with that same sparkle in his eye’s and that smile. Oh that smile, that made my heart melt. The smile that I fell in love with. Yes I remembered that smile. His suit was perfect, the color’s were a total match. The tie, his shirt, the scarf in his pocket, perfect. Then I looked down, OMG even his shoes and socks, EVERYTHING was perfect and there I stood in my sweats. My hair was tied up with the scrunchy on top of my head, and then I felt it, there it was. That same feeling I always had, that we were never meant to be but we were.
I wanted us to work, but for some reason we never did. “Can we do this another time, I have an appointment that I can’t get out of. We’ll do lunch. We can talk and catch up. Call Me.” It sounded like the beginning…
The first thing I’m going to say is if you don’t like politics or reading about our President, move on. I’m going to do it. I’m going to write about how I feel about this entire situation. It is deeply disturbing to me that I have to feel that I cannot talk about this w/o being hated. For what, I truly just don’t get it. The level of hatred and vitriol against our President from the day he came down the elevator with his beautiful wife, I just don’t get it. I am off of facebook b/c the level of hypocrisy from their sight was more than I could bare. I just have to ask myself why do they get to censor me. Back in the day after Thomas Edison discovered electricity, could you only use it if you did it the way he said. One guy, or Alexander Graham Bell. Were you only allowed to talk to who he said you could or talk about the way he believed. What has happened to this Country and no I don’t think our President did anything to create this situation. I think it is the media and Big Tech. I don’t know, what will happen to WordPress if they don’t like what I say ??? Are they coming for me next ??? Or maybe you, because the pendulum always swings back. I have earned the right to say, write whatever I want too. I got off of FB because I will not be censored and I never was on Twitter…Twitter is just stupid. “I’m standing on a corner right now.” Who cares or maybe I just don’t understand Twitter. I am a very tolerant and forgiving person. I don’t judge b/c I don’t know everything. I just think I know one thing and this situation is very dangerous for this great nation !!! “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We all better realize this before it’s too late. We all know that Joe Biden is not going to be the president. It will be Kamala or however you spell her name. She is very dangerous to our Republic. I’m going to have to say a lot of prayer’s for our country and our right to be free with her at the helm. I really hate to be right on that point. Please look at my family picture that I took at Christmas time. Like they say, “A picture is worth 1000 words !!!” That is the last thing I’m going to say <3