Mumbles … Decisive

Half a floor

Ok, I am just going to wing it here. I had a post written up last night but more than half of it was irrelevant now more than 12 hours later. So, here I am just freeform, cut loose, train of though… I hope it will make sense.

I am not in a very decisive mood. It has been a long week with lots going on. My living situation is in the middle of change, but at my request, so it is ok. Two and a half days later than scheduled (sure glad I didn’t have anything planned) the “crew” showed up to build the shed we bought… it is a crew of one! This may take a while. And besides being sleep deprived trying to get up early for the shed three days in a row, I was the last in my house to get the cold that was being passed around. So, I have a very foggy mind today and it is hard to be decisive about anything except that I could use a nap.

I need to go and snap a picture or two of the current progress… although it is awfully quiet out there to be much for progress… *sigh*. I hope everyone has a good weekend. I know I am going to try to. (((HUGS)))


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Mumbles … Garner

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Garner… there are James and Jennifer.  A small town in Iowa that I had never heard of until tonight and of course it means to gather.  And I really need to garner my thoughts.  I am at a turning point in my life and things are going to change soon.  I need strength and hope.  I need courage and dreams.  While some of my friends tell me I have those things, I still wonder about them, especially the strength.

But I have been in a much darker place than “normal” recently and I can not stay there, so I have to take measures to help protect my mental health.  I am hoping these changes will not disrupt my regular life like this blog for example… if I am missing a day or two don’t worry, I will be back soon.  As it is I am slowly starting to catch up a bit.  At worst I was 15/16 days behind, now I am at the 4th so this being late on the 15th that would be 11 days behind.  I am getting there, slowly but surely.

So, changes happen Friday if all goes as planned. Wish me luck.  Now to try and squeeze in a couple more posts between now and then.


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Mumbles … Rue

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Rue… regret.  I have no regret, but he might.  I am in a transition and will not be writing this weekend (which is why I am posting so much right now)  I might have some time to read but that remains to be seen.  Life is complicated and I need t simplify things for my own peace of mind.  I promise to come back next week… I need to write and will be doing so over the weekend too as usual.  I just won’t be at a place to post.

I hope everyone has a good weekend.  May you all find the peace you need without a lot of trouble in the way.  Thanks for sticking with me.


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Mumbles … Dogmatic

Hello everyone… here I am stuck on another prompt.  Well, I can’t exactly say I am stuck.  I only have one thought in my head, and it just keeps repeating with no new direction I can run with it.  So, here I am to tell you, I saw a bumper sticker once that said, “My karma ran over your dogma.”  I know what you’re thinking, “But the word you should be working on is not dogma it is dogmatic.  Can’t say that I have ever uttered a sentence with that word in it.

I could always take another route and mention the movie Dogma… but here again that is only the root word and I have only seen the movie once a LONG time ago.  So much for idea number two!

Looking for quotes gave me a strike three and I am out… which reminds me.  Did any of you watch the Field of Dreams baseball game this week?  Pretty cool they way it all happened.  Never thought I would hear a baseball game where the commentator said the ball went into the corn field.  Never thought I would be able to watch (on TV only) a live MLB game from within the state.

Now that I have explained what I am not going to do.  I will finish this and post it as I am nodding off writing it.   I hope you go into the new week with positive thoughts and lots of hope. 


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Mumbles … Colloquial

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That is uptown-moley!  I am over the moon with excitement.  What a drag.  There she goes, running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  No, I haven’t lost my mind… I am just writing a few examples of colloquial language.  Words and phrases you would use in an informal setting or writing.  Not a formal form of English.

Ok, now that that is taken care of… sorry, best I could do for the word colloquial. I am sitting here trying to stay awake long enough to read another day of posts and get one more prompt taken care of.  I have gained a little ground this weekend.  I would LOVE to say I was actually writing for the month of August soon, but I am not putting any timetable on things.

As we start a new month and week, I hope you all find yourself in a good place.  Things are kind of up in the air here, but I am making it through day by day or even minute by minute if need be.  We are helping out a family member with a place to stay and it is not all sunshine and roses.  I must be off to read more… sending out positive thoughts and lots of …


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Mumbles … Altruistic

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To give without expectations is a wonderful thing to do… it is not always easy.  You give a present on somebody’s birthday; you expect a positive response; at the very least you want a thank you.  You spend hours on a special dinner for someone.  You still expect some kind of comment about how good the food taste.  BUT if you can give with no hopes of anything in return that is a true altruistic nature.  You give of your time, talent, money for the benefit of others.  You are not doing it for a photo op.  You are not doing it to further your career.  You are doing it because it is a kind thing to do.

I have probably been the most altruistic about fund raising for Children’s Miracle Network when I used to work.  For many years I was the only cashier asking people for donations.  Finally, management decided everyone else needed a little push and started giving away prizes for the fund raising.  I tried to get others on board with information about what CMN did to help sick kids and their families.  I only took one of the prizes, a free 20oz soda because I was thirsty.  But the bottom line was always the needs of the kids.

That is about the best I do with altruistic at nearly 3am (I wrote this last night and fell asleep before I could post it).  Not sleeping tonight so I might as well work on WordPress.  I have some free time coming up so maybe I can whittle down the days I am dreadfully behind on.  Got a steroid shot in my hip today so will be down with pain tomorrow before it gets better in the next couple of days.  I hope everyone has a great (and maybe an altruistic) weekend!


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Mumbles … Symbolic

Pink ribbons are symbolic of breast cancer.  You can find a ribbon for just about any cause.  The day this word prompt came out (July 3rd) it had been eighteen years since I had my surgery that confirmed my cancer.  Having fought it, I am so grateful for every pink ribbon I see.

Every pink ribbon is a little bit of hope.  It quite often represents a few more pennies that go into the fund for the cure.  At the very least it is more awareness and if it makes one woman OR man get that lump checked out and discovers the cancer early it is so very worth it.

I do what I can for other ribbon promotions… teal for ovarian cancer, iridescent for MS, purple for pancreatic cancer, puzzle pieces for autism, and so many more.  I wear both a pink and purple silicon bracelet for breast and pancreatic cancers as they have both touched my life.  I could probably cover my whole forearm with all the cancer and illness that has affected ones I love.

So, take a minute the next time you shop… look and see if the ribbon on the package is actually making a difference with a donation to research.  Support those products that are because without those ribbons we would not being doing as well as we are with cancer treatments.  We have not found the cures yet, but we are making strides every day.


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Mumbles … Pristine

I hear the word pristine, and I can’t help but head back to my youth. The movie The Breakfast Club spoke for my generation and many more to follow. A timeless tale of stereotypes and the stress of teen life. It was a scene with Bender giving Clair a hard time and she flipped him the bird. His reply, “Obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl.”

The movie had me relating with Allison (Ally Sheedy) who was desperately trying to be herself but fitting in nowhere. And Brian (Anthony Michael Hall) who was under a lot of pressure to get good grades. I was incredibly shy and wanted to belong somewhere and was in the shadow of my sister’s good grades.

The prom queen (Molly Ringwald) and the jock (Emilio Estevez) were not in my league. I was awful at sports, very uncoordinated, and like I said, I was shy, not a social butterfly. And I was far from Bender’s (Judd Nelson) character as I was the daughter of a cop and walked a straight and narrow line.

I have watched the movie numerous times and still today feel a wave of emotions from the film. It was quality film making and helped launch the members of the “Brat pack” into stardom. I randomly still quote lines from the movie and can pretty much follow along with the dialog now if I watch it. If you have not seen this John Hughes gem… I recommend you watch it!


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Mumbles… Vagrant

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Vagrant… it brings to mind a certain image and that image is often times wrong.  I have now known two people who, through no fault of their own, ended up homeless, transient or vagrant.

A son kicked out by his parents was left to wander the streets in search of work and a low rent apartment.  It is not easy to find work when you have no address to call home.

Another person unable to work with health conditions.  He wanted to move and had to travel little by little to arrive at his destination.  Living in a tent city while on a housing wait list.

Both homeless, both great people that needed someone to take a chance on them.  I can say both of their stories have improved.  My first friend fell in love and has a wonderful family now.  My second friend just got the keys to his apartment.

I don’t know why there can’t be more low-income housing or better yet, higher paying jobs.  People needing to sleep on park benches and in boxes… using all their money for a waterproof tent… making sure to sleep lightly so as not to be the victim of violence.  There has to be an answer.  I know there are those that abuse the good of mankind and take advantage.  But there are so many who just need a chance.   Remember vagrants are people too.


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Mumbles… Tobacco

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Believe it or not I have never had a single drag on a cigarette, and I am so thankful for that.  I grew up in a home filled with smoke… both parents smoked; my mom was a heavy chain smoker.  I remember going on car trips in the winters encased in the car with all the smoke my parents produced.  Every once in a while, they would crack a window for a little fresh air.

As I got older, I had allergies flare and they took notice of when I was having issues and did stop smoking as much.  Then one day out of the blue my Dad just up and quit.  He never had any tobacco until the day he became a grandfather and then he picked up a pipe again.  Mom was a different story.

I recall many times she tried to quit but would last only a matter of hours before she was getting frustrated and short tempered and would demand Dad go to the store to get her a carton.  That all changed when she landed in the hospital for stomach problems, and they discovered emphysema… she was put on oxygen 24/7 and never smoked again for the rest of her life.

My sister smoked, my in-laws, my boyfriend… I should have enough second-hand smoke to make up for never having a single drag.  I will admit to a couple of hits of nicotine when I tried a vape a couple of times.  Having watched so many people struggle with tobacco, I am happy I never did have that habit.


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