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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Juju Lucky Cat

I stopped by the Farmer’s Market yesterday morning and could not resist picking up a voo-doo card called JuJu Lucky Cat.  I am dedicating it to the feral cat that lives out back, White Socks, in that I would like her to be lucky somewhere else rather than in my yard.  *sigh*

I think because I have been suckered into feeding via Hubby that she will never leave, but I guess it will be alright.  I just need to get up the energy to catch her and have her fixed.  There’s no need to create new feral cats.  I guess that’s what JuJu Lucky Cat Card is all about.  Maybe I’ll be lucky enough that catching her will be easy, and I can take care of this problem.

I also was devastated that they didn’t have an anti-housework voo-doo, or more specifically, anti-laundry.  Or maybe what is needed is a Lucky Laundry Card?  You can either give it the evil eye to keep it away from you or get lucky and have someone else do it for you.  The stall owners were really pleased with my suggestion and seemed keen on making some.  I’m excited to see what it will look like next time I’m back at the market.  I’ll report back how it works once I have one.

In other news, I have signed up to run a 5K with my friend.  It’s a color run and we will be hit with tons of color as we go through the run.  Now, I only have to get some training under my belt so that I can handle the 5K.  I was doing pretty good at that, but slid backwards a bit when I got sick last weekend.  Then this weekend the Hubs got sick.  Why are guys such wimps when they’re sick?  I know you don’t feel good, but you’re not dying, darling.  🙂

Also, in a strange, but happy coincidence we went off to a restaurant this morning and while we were on the phone with the in-laws waiting for our table, we saw my father-in-law walk into the restaurant.  So weird.  But cool.  BTW, if you get a suspicious email that tells you that your bank account will be drawn for X number of dollars just ignore it, okay?  Since they didn’t, Hubs is going over there to clean up their computer, which we’re guessing has now been infested with a virus.  Also, it’s not a good idea to call or email the people back.  Then they know you’re alive AND have a bank account and will pester you more.

That’s all for now!

Card that says Juju Lucky Cat

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post below.
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10 Things About Papa

I have had quite a few great men in my life, but I wanted to share 10 things about my Papa.  Great at games, always ready with a smile, fun, dependable, and humble.

1. Hide and seek when you came home from work.

2. The doll house you built me.

3. Riding bikes with you and Nana around the neighborhood.

4. What’s your name?  Puddin’ tang.

5. Staying the weekend at your house.  And the whole summer.

6. Going to church together.  Signing us in.

7. Riding the tractor with you.

8. Being on stage when you were in the audience.

9. Your smile.

10. How much I knew you loved me.

I love you and I miss you still, Papa.

This post is linked up over at Monday Listicles.  The prompt?  Write about one of the men in your life.


Friday Rant: Just Google It?

*Rant On*

Google is a useful tool.  Google leads us to the internet sites that we want and need.  Google’s ability to guess our search as we are typing it even borders on scary – BUT – when I ask you for information well within the scope of your job description the last thing I want to hear is use Google.

This week I had the somewhat daunting task of hosting two volunteer activities at two different sites with the kids my employer works with (I work at a non-profit) and volunteers from a large company.  I work at a place where we deal a lot with kids, however I am not a kid expert.  This becomes important later.

This is the gist of a conversation that I had with a co-worker about the event:

Her: They are bringing an activity to the event, right?

Me: Umm…no they aren’t bringing an activity.  We wanted them to do a book drive.  They are bringing books for the kids.

Her:  Email them and tell them they need to bring an activity. (BTW, this was the day before the event)

Me: What do you suggest I tell them for this age group?

Her: I don’t know.

Me: What should they do then?

Her: They can look up activities on Google.

Say what?!  Your job is working with kids.  YOUR. JOB.  And instead of giving me ideas, you tell me to look it up on Google.  I tried to be tactful and remind her that she is the expert on kids whereby she proceeded to tell me that she was not.  This would be like a surgeon saying they have no idea how to use a scalpel or an accountant who failed math.  Absolutely and completely ridiculous.

Note to clueless co-worker: Google is a reference tool it CAN’T DO YOUR JOB FOR YOU.

*Rant Off*

There’s a time and a place for facts.  And there’s a time and a place for experience.  One can’t take the place of the other.

Has this happened to you?  Do you prefer facts or expertise when you need a solution?

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Things That Make You Go Hmmm…

This post is linked up over at Monday Listicles.   The prompt for today is things that make you go hmmm….

10 Things That Make Me Go Hmmm…

1. Complete lack of critical thinking.

2. Life after the Sun explodes.

3. Text messaging and driving 

4. Being humble.

5. Costumers who feel 12 gallons can be squeezed into 5 gallons.

6. Hoarding and other compulsive disorders.

7. Other people.

8. Trash TV.

9. Braille on drive up ATM’s

10. The immense power of our mind.

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: What Really Matters

So, this is my Sunday Tuesday stream of consciousness post.  You’ll forgive me when you read what happened and know that I also spent most of Monday with Mom.  Sometimes when you are at your wits’ end the universe shows you what really matters –


Sunday, I was in a foul mood.  It started when my Mom called to get help with her computer problems.  She was talking to my husband and I kind of lost it.  I realized how much both of them frustrate me at times.  One tech head.  One helpless adult.  I started creating some chaos, which wasn’t cool as my husband was on the phone.  But, hey, whatever, I was irked.  I finally left the room and went into the bedroom where I started crying.  Not just any crying – huddled up on the floor hiding between the bed and the wall in the fetal position crying.  I wasn’t even sure why I was crying just that something was going on in my head and my world.  Maybe it’s because my Mom – who never really seemed to care – likes my husband better than she likes me sometimes.  Or maybe it’s because I can’t get him to say a word to me half the time, but he can talk with no problem to my Mom.

I had to go to a meeting for another short film I’m hoping to work on, so I decided to leave after I stopped crying.  I wanted to get out of the situation and not cause any more trouble or have the situation devolve.  I had the meeting for the movie then came back home feeling better, and I was glad that I had decided to ignore whatever crap was brewing in my head.

Later that night, we went to a concert with some friends.  On the way home, I got a call from my Sister that Mom was in the hospital.  She had felt like she couldn’t breath and had pain going up into her jaw on the left side – all signs that she may be having a heart attack.  I got through to her room – her cell phone had died – even though the nurse was a bit resistant to put through the call and found out she was admitted overnight.  The tests did rule out a heart attack, but something was going on.  We had talked to her again right before the concert about another tech issue.  My Sister told me it happened a little after that and Mom had instructed my Sister not to call me until after the concert.  Only my Mom would have an almost heart attack and not want to bother me in a concert.



This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
  • Link up your post at All Things Fadra.
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Delegation and laundry service

Delegation has become my friend lately especially in the world of show planning.  I’m pretty darned proud of making strides in this area as sometimes in the past I have tried to handle way more than I should or could.  We asked for more people to step up, and they did, which has really made my life a LOT easier.  I’m sure I always knew that delegation was a good thing.  It’s easier to know it than to put it into practice though.

I’m also at the point where I need someone to step in and do the laundry again.  See?  Delegation at it’s finest.  Now, if I can only find the number for the lady who came in and did that for me last time I’ll be set.  I can’t think of anything MORE AWESOME than coming home to see all the clean clothes put away without me having to do anything.  Pure bliss.