03.12.16 – End of Day Notes

What I did today: Today has been quite a struggle. I’ve had a sinus headache all day. Nothing seems to relieve the pressure. I’ve tried allergy meds, nasal spray, even my nettie cup. Still, I’ve been determined to get all of my writing projects done and even participated in a few challenges. I refuse to let whatever this horrid thing is defeat me. But now I am exhausted and I am calling it an early night. Please cooperate, feet!

What I learned today: Just how much I missed the Weekend Coffee Share, the Stream of Conscious Saturday and the Saturday 9. They really are some of my favorite challenges and I will try my best not to miss them again.

What I am most proud of today:  I am insanely stubborn and determined, and yes, quite proud of it *cheesygrin*

What did you do today? Learn any lessons? Have a reason to be proud? Share your thoughts with me in the comments!

Saturday 9: See You Later, Alligator (1956)


Saturday 9: See You Later, Alligator (1956)

Unfamiliar with this week’s tune? Hear it here.

1) Crazy Sam’s mother is terrified of alligators. Just looking at a photo of one of those scaly reptiles gives her the creeps. Is there a member of the animal kingdom that scares you? I can honestly say that there is nothing in the animal, insect, reptile or arachnid kingdom that scares me.

2) Gators are carnivores, but they aren’t picky. If meat isn’t handy, they’ll munch on fruit. Are you particular about your diet? For example, do you try to eat gluten free, low sodium, etc.? I eat a low carb, healthy fats diet – no sugar, no starch, no processed foods

3) In Spain, this song was a hit under the title, “Hasta Luego, Cocodrilo.” Say something else in Spanish. Cabron! literally it means “little goat,” but it is also cursing in Spanish. I will let you look up the slang.

4) When this week’s artist, Bill Haley, was a little boy, he made a guitar out of cardboard and pretended to play that until his parents got him a real one. Tell us about something you wanted so badly when you were a kid. Books, lots and lots of them. I still do.

5) Early in his career, Bill did whatever it took to get the gig. When singing cowboys were popular, the Michigan native pretended to be a cowpoke and renamed himself, “Silver Yodeling Bill.” Have you ever fudged on your resume or fibbed in an interview? I lied once about how fast I could type and that I knew Excel. Neither would be a lie now as I am quite proficient in both.

6) When his career was going well, Bill was generous and loved to give extravagant parties at his home, which he called Melody Manor. Do you enjoy playing the host? Only for small gatherings. Anymore than 10 people and I become a wallflower.

7) Bill was blind in one eye, the result of a botched operation when he was a child. Since the blind eye wandered and didn’t focus, he always wore a curl over the opposite eye, hoping to draw everyone’s attention to the other side of his face. What is there about your appearance that leaves you self conscious? My teeth, so I rarely smile

8) On the other hand, what is it about your appearance that pleases you, and that you would never change? my legs.. although I am only 5’5″ my legs are long and shapely.

9) In 1956, when this song was a hit, Elvis Presley exploded onto the music scene and displaced Bill as rock’s top artist. The press and public assumed Bill was jealous of Elvis, but in reality he liked Elvis a great deal. Are you jealous by nature? Not really. I don’t covet other people’s stuff or lives. I am too much of a loner and an individual for that. I do get envious now and again, but I don’t allow it to cloud my judgement.

#WeekendCoffeeShare – 03.12.16


If we were having coffee, I would serve you a nice cup of French Roast and some flaky, buttery croissants with blackberry jam. We would sit outside on the front porch in the late afternoon sun and rock as we chatted, ate and drank our coffee. It’s a glorious day here in SW Virginia. Slightly cloudy with the sun peeking out now and again.

If we were having coffee, I would apologize for not inviting you over last Saturday.

“I was a miserable mess,” I would explain. “Still am, truthfully.”

I would explain how I have either a cold or an allergy flare-up. I can never be sure this time of year. I end up taking both allergy pills and cold medicine and they leave me a groggy mess. Add bouts of insomnia to that and I walk around like a zombie.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how excited I am for April to get here, and how I have over-committed myself again, which is nothing unusual for me. I’ve signed up not only to do two A2Z blogs, but also two poetry challenges and a journal writing challenge.

“Yes, I really must be insane,” I would tell you with a slight laugh. But the joke really is on me. I will struggle all April with the worry of failure looming over my head.

And finally, I would let you go as it is getting late in the afternoon and I am sure you have other things to do. Thank you for having coffee and a chat. I will see you next week, I would assure you.

If we were having coffee, what would YOU tell me? Let me know in comments!


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10 Daily Currents – 03.12.16

Hey readers! I am starting something different today. I got the idea here. This will be a sort of journal writing experience for me daily, but at random times during the day.

It is Saturday at 3:22 am and I am currently…

1. listening: to the hum of Chloe (my laptop), my brother snoring, and my muses telling me I should be writing

2. eating: nothing… I did enough of that yesterday

3. drinking: Pepsi Max, but I should be drinking more water

4. wearing: a purple, sleeveless nightgown

5. feeling: a bit tired, but my feet are burning and I wouldn’t sleep even if I went to bed

6. weather: it is dark and in the low 50s outside, slightly windy

7. wanting: a new body… seriously, this one is too worn out.

8. needing: to pee… damn Pepsi Max is going straight through me

9. thinking: about my Noir-style mystery and where to take the plot next

10. enjoying: the quietness of the night, my favorite time to write