When my daughter first introduced me to memes they were dominated a lot by “LOL cats” or maybe that is just what she often found and shared with me. Back in 2009 Pepsi released some limited edition aluminum bottles, one of those bottles had LOL on it. So it was an idea of mine to create our very own LOL cat with the cat we had at that times (he has since passed away). It was to be a picture used for our daughters birthday card. And since the “can haz” phase of memes was happening this is what I came up with…
My own personal LOL cat. Now I could search the internet for a funnier meme, but this one is special to me, especially since he is no longer with us. Do you have a LOL cat picture?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – meme
I am at a loss. Serious case of writer’s block on this one. Maybe it is because I usually say surgery instead of operation. I just can’t get the words to flow, it all sounds forced. My sister recently had an operation to replace her shoulder that she broke in multiple places. But all I can say about that is I think she was lucky as I know it wasn’t long ago I heard the hospitals were near maximum capacity.
My dad had an operation when it was discovered he had blockage in a few places, so he got a triple bypass.
I myself have had an operation on my eye (lazy eye when I was very young). A C-section for my daughter who refused to use the door out. And then gall bladder surgery…. But that was the three little dots with the microscopic procedure. And of course, the operations surrounding my breast cancer – lumpectomy, port implant and implant removal.
And then as a kid I really SUCKED at the gamer Operation… always got the red nose lit!
That is about the best I can do with a train of thought write… I didn’t cover my mom’s multiple operations for diverticulitis. I have had oral surgeons work on my mouth… does that count as an operation? I was put under for my wisdom teeth removal and a couple of teeth to make room for braces to straighten me out.
What about you… have you had any operations?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – operation
To see the display of violence that took place at our capitol yesterday… I must speak up. I must say I fear for our country. I fear that evil has taken hold of the democracy I grew up in. I heard today there was talk of invoking the 25th amendment. I feel helpless here, unable to do anything to save the United States in the last few days of Donald Trump’s presidency.
But maybe that is not right. I have already done my patriotic right, like millions of other Americans did, by voting in the general election last November. And it has been registered and verified and certified and any other “fied” it needs to be. It was saved from the destruction of the rioters when someone grabbed the boxes it was transported in. It has been made official in congress that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris will be in power in less than two weeks now. I just hope we make it that long.
What happened Wednesday at the capitol cannot happen again. We cannot turn a blind eye to it either. We need to make sure the guilty parties are punished to the full extent of the law. I am still haunted by the fact that our president said he “loved” the rioters… how can he defend them when they attacked our government? Does anyone have the answer?
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – epitome
As we approach the end of the year, I look back on some of my memorable New Years Eve celebrations. I know a lot of years Mom and Dad would have friends over and we would play cards and the house was full of laughter. One year we visited family in Omaha and went to a bar my uncle liked, to see a band called Cry Baby (I will never forget that as they handed out tear drop stickers at the door).
As my family grew, my husband and I carried on the gaming tradition with my daughter. We played Monopoly or cards and snacked on food until the ball dropped in Time Square. And we always had sparkling cider so the whole family could toast the New Year.
One of the traditions I still carry out is something my grandma always used to tell me. She would eat oysters on crackers every New Years to bring good luck. I also carry out a tradition that started when my daughter was a little older, we began opening a fortune cookie after midnight to see how lucky the New Year would be for us.
Now a lot of my family is gone, it is just my daughter and my sister and her family. My daughter has her own friends to celebrate with. My sister and her boyfriend usually go out and I just never cared to be out on the roads with all the drunk drivers that night. So New Year’s Eve is pretty quiet for me. My boyfriend works a 7am on New Years Day so it will probably be me and Words with Friends for the night… a drink of sparkling cider and some oysters, watching the ball drop in an empty Times Square. May you all have a happy and safe New Year’s Eve!
What are some of your favorite ways to ring in the New Year?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – lucky
“As parents know, little children are, by their nature, without guile. They speak the thoughts of their minds without reservation or hesitance as we have learned as parents when they embarrass us at times. They do not deceive. They set an example of being without guile.” – Joseph B. Wirthlin
Just a little quote to share with this post … I have gotten very far behind and have set a goal to be back to at least only a day or two behind by the first of the year. I have been reading and writing as much as I can today. So, I once again ask for your patience in getting to your posts eventually. I really want to start the year out with a clean slate in front of me.
So it’s time to get back at it and think about the next FOWC. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah. It was certainly a different year with so many missing at celebrations and those gone for good. Be safe everyone … socially distanced (((HUGS)))!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – guile
Gravy, the word conjures up comfort food in most people. But it sent me squealing tires, fast as can be back to the past. A word my ex used to use at least once a week. He worked for a printing company and would get big jobs that once they were set up were just “gravy” or super easy to run. I hadn’t thought of that term in years. Why did it drag me to the past today?
Last month was the anniversary of his death and this month is his birthday. Plus, you throw in holidays that are missing someone. And no matter what, in spite of the divorce, he was still a friend of mine. Someone I care about, never really stopped loving him but HATED what the bottle had done to him.
So, here I am in the past with all those old questions, worries and what ifs. It is a trap I fall into too often. When you are married to someone for 20 years it is hard to walk away. But I had to for my own peace of mind. The alcohol killed what was once so beautiful. The lies and self destruction were too much.
On a side note to gravy, I had been getting a little closer to caught up and then the holiday came. We had two Thanksgivings and I fell back to more than a week behind. BUT I will catch up hopefully before Christmas. I am ahead of schedule on my Christmas cards so I should only need one more day for that to be done. Bear with me. And I hope everyone has a great weekend! (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gravy
This seems to have been a long week and it is only Wednesday night. I have had three telephone doctor appointments, changes in my medications (my sleep should straighten out soon, but I am still not getting the sleep I should), we picked up a new gas grill and tomorrow is a mini Thanksgiving (the “big” family one is Sunday; it is just 7 of us) so there was a scramble for last minute food items. And then there is the cat we are fostering for my daughter’s friend…
Lewis was good the first few night he was here but last night and today all he has done is basically sleep all day. I talked briefly with the vet today and they are on shortened hours for the holiday this week so, I may have to take him to the vet college to be seen if he doesn’t liven up. I know he is drinking some water but not sure he is eating… with three cats now it is hard to tell if he has been eating or not. I tried to give him a treat today and he turned his nose up to it but he may not like that type of treat. I just don’t know and you know what they say, “the only certainty is uncertainty.” (*that, by the way, is a paradox!) We will watch him tomorrow and decide if we have to have that holiday visit to the vet hospital… otherwise he does have an appointment for next week after I learned my daughters friend should NOT have pets. Picked the cat up from the shelter in 2018 and never took him to the vet for shots. That is just someone who should not have pets… and she had four cats and two dogs!
I have mumbled on enough. As an added bonus I will leave another song here, this time from Kansas, aptly called Paradox.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) = paradox
I learned a couple of things today. First of all, Scalawag is not just a term pirates used. It was also a derogatory term used after the Civil War by Southerners towards those in the South that were working with the Northerners trying to reunite the country. I always just thought it was a term for someone like a scoundrel or rascal.
But that is not all I learned. I learned that Kirk Douglas wrote (along with Robert Louis Stevenson and two others), directed and starred in the 1973 movie Scalawag. Never heard of it? Neither had I, but I see according to IMDB it was made in Yugoslavia and only got a 5.1 out of 10 rating.
And I did a search for a quote with the word in it. Leave it to George Carlin to come up with something, “I went through the usual stages: imp, rascal, scalawag, whippersnapper. And, of course, after than it’s just a small step to full blown sociopath.”
I hope you learned a little something today too.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scalawag
I want to post Carly Simon, but this is anticipate, not anticipation. I have thoughts of The Rocky Horror Pictures show and antici … pation, but this is anticipate. What do I anticipate? I anticipate my boyfriend (who tested for and does not have Covid) has a sinus infection. I anticipate Trump will continue to drag his heals about losing the election. I anticipate lots of anxiety this winter with the virus running rampant. I anticipate a successful and SAFE wedding for my daughter in January… or maybe that is a hope and a prayer.
I anticipate more loss and pain with the pandemic. I anticipate fear about a rushed vaccine, or treatment. I anticipate a rough winter as it snowed twice already in October. Tonight, the northwest corner of the state is in a winter weather advisory. I anticipate though, that it will be easier to shovel this winter as we replaced our very old 2 runner and grass driveway. I anticipate a sigh of relief January 20th on inauguration day.
So, I think I anticipate some sleep pretty soon and hope for a better day tomorrow.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – anticipate
Something unorthodox is out of the ordinary, against the norm, not following the rules. This year is certainly unorthodox but today I heard news that shook me to the very core… frightened me more that any ghost or ghoul could this time of year. The end of a 54-year tradition. There will be no broadcast of It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. It is a break from tradition in such an unorthodox way it almost makes me cry.
This year is crazy enough for kids. This summer they didn’t get to go to the pool. School is not normal still. They can’t have birthday parties at Chuckie Cheeses. And a lot of communities are recommending no trick or treating. Don’t take Snoopy away!
Ok sure, you can watch it if you have Apple TV, but how many families can afford that right now? People are out of work and out of patience. Don’t leave them without the Great Pumpkin! (Don’t worry though, I am safe. My daughter bought it for me a couple of years ago.)
(And as a bonus for a friend….)
There once was a businessman named Fred
Who dressed in the finest of thread
But it was quite unorthodox
How he wore flashy socks
When he met with the department head
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – unorthodox