I’ve always dreamt of being a writer. And Stream of Conscious Sunday seems right up my ally – being that my own site is Stream of the Conscious.
So here goes. Five minutes of pure unadulterated rambling from yours truly. Five minutes a week of seeing how the wheels actually turn in my mind.
No filters. No edits.
Today’s prompt was dreams. Continue reading
“Okay, here we go.
Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast.
Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me.
No, no, no, focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick.
I am Lightning.”
When I was 15 I knew everything. (And, let me tell you, I could roll my eyes with Olympic Gold caliber toward anyone who displeased me.)
My how the mighty have fallen.
These days I pretend to be an adult while making shit up as I go. A parent responsible for raising to two not-so-tiny anymore toddlers. I haven’t a clue as to what I’m doing.
(The culprit was the kid in the kitchen with the smart-ass mouth? Get it? Clue humor?) Continue reading
F-bomb. Sexting. Flexitarian. Obesogenic. Energy drink. Life coach.
What do these words have in common? They’re all newly minted in the word nerd bible, “The Oxford English Dictionary.”
Crazy huh? But proves the point. Language evolves.
So we’re going to do something a little different today. And think about the communication of our winecones. Continue reading
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Music does things to people. There’s a reason we all wish our lives had a soundtrack. (No? Just me? I feel mine should have a mostly piano backing.)
It can take you back to places from the past. The peppy up-tempo numbers can enhance a good mood or calm you down when you need to relax. Some songs make me think of certain people or situations. Continue reading
We close out the 2012 Summer School Mud-Pie season with a typical day. An accident report.
Destroy bonked his head. To paraphrase:
Kid was running amuck and fell. Unclear what mischief he was up to that ultimately caused the latest goose egg. Hugs required. Continue reading
The one constant, through all the years, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again.
– Terrance Mann in “Field of Dreams” Continue reading
I just got all caught up on HBO’s Newsroom. Mind. Blown. Love that show – passion, power and general awesomeness. You see, 20 years ago I saw the movie Broadcast News and decided that would one day be me. I was going to tell stories.
As the media landscape changes at breakneck speed, I’ve seen op eds decrying the death of news and broadcast media. Steve Tobak of CBS recently tackled the question “Is ‘Do What You Love’ Good Career Advice?”
Now, I don’t claim to be an expert (I only have two degrees in communication studies), but isn’t that what we bloggers do? Storytelling. Granted, this blog isn’t what I do for a living, but the concept sure is close. Continue reading
S’up, yo?
When Jon arrived home, he eyed the pile of rubble stacked on the kitchen counter. “Why does the boys’ backpack look like it’s been dragged through the mud?” he inquired.
Funny you should ask… Continue reading
Like a good colleague, I went to grab lunch with my coworkers today. (Ok, I really just needed a short of caffeine. Also I was promised cookies.)
After a particularly animated conversation, I dropped my arms to my sides. And experienced a searing shooting pain up my arm. I flailed and jumped – immediately noticing an angry yellow jacket fleeing the scene of the crime.
Bastard stung me! Clearly I am a superhero. (Those buggers are known to be multi-sting stingers.) Only an itchy angry red dot remains of my wound. The wasp was swatted.
Do not try to pollenate me. Continue reading
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