Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Wiping Out

Today we’re back to basics. I liked just dumping my brain, looking at something in the room, and going with it last week so we’re going to do it again today.

FREE WRITING!

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Wipeout is on TV right now and I just don’t get it.

I mean, it’s hilarious to watch these people do all these insane things, but HOW DO THEY NOT BREAK THEIR FACES? Or their necks? Or arms, legs, or ears?

They fling themselves at high speed into items that, although they are foam, are flinging themselves back at the people. WHAT THE HELL?

How do you get the guts to take that first running start to jump into the obstacle course just to get the crap beat out of you? And you knowingly signed up for it. And you practiced and trained for it.

I don’t understand.

It boggles my brain.

I’m wiped out just watching it.

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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 (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday, Part 2: I feel…

Stream of Consciousness Sunday, Part 2: I feel…

In the comments of my Stream of Consciousness Sunday post this morning, Julie had this to say:

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I’m really not sure what I was going to say after writing “I feel…” but that’s just her point. I was going to write something. I was truly dumping things from my brain and don’t know what direction it would have taken me in, but it was clearly going somewhere.

Julie had a great idea, to start with “I feel…” and go for 5 more minutes. Here goes nothing.

My brain goes into overdrive and nothing gets done. It feels…

It feels like too much.

There aren’t enough hours in the day, minutes in the hour, seconds in the minutes. Sometimes just wondering what to make for supper is paralyzing to me. Who am I kidding? That’s paralyzing every night.

When it gets to be like this, I have to do what I am about to go do. Make a list.

It will be a multi-colored, multi-columned, handwritten list. The first thing on it will be, “Make a list.” And when I’m done making the list, it will be marked off triumphantly.

I feel like this is the only way to get myself together, organized… back to center. Well, a list and a visit to my energy healer. Which should definitely be on that list.

What do you do when you get overwhelmed in the daily stuff? 

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Free Writing

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Free Writing

Last week, I posed a question on my Facebook page… where is Stream of Consciousness Sunday headed? Do we want to continue how it is or move a different direction? Or how about back to FREE WRITING without a prompt?

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I don’t know if summer is slow or if interest is waning. Maybe my prompts suck (which yes, sometimes I know they do).

I want your thoughts on the subject. And for today, we write.

FREE WRITING

Your 5 minutes starts now.

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Cartoons on the tv. Dishes in the sink. Clothes that need to be folded and bills that need to be paid.

Saturdays and Sundays run together, creating one too-short day that people call the weekend.

When I didn’t work out of the home, I hated weekends because the days were just like every other day. Now that I do work out of the home, I hate weekends because there’s not enough time in them to do all the “things” and still have fun.

Priorities tend to get skewed, things get done that aren’t on the list and that really don’t have any point. Other things need my attention but I know if I don’t do x, y, or z, I will get completely overwhelmed and end up really frustrated.

My brain goes into overdrive and nothing gets done. It feels…

Whoops, time’s up! That was quick without a prompt. 

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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 (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

 

Her Name Is Louise

Her Name Is Louise

She came into his life in 1994, almost a decade old at the time. She was honest and loyal, always willing to go the extra mile. He knew her every move, her every part, both inside and out.

She had his heart from the beginning.

Her name was Louise.

For thirteen years, Louise was Jason’s trusty sidekick. They had adventures on weekends and did real work during the week. Louise went to the beach and to the mountains, to weddings and funerals, north and south and east and west.

Seven years ago, Louise went to live with another family. They needed someone trustworthy to help them with adventures and real work. They promised to take care of her and love her. And also, to let us know if she ever needed to come back home.

Three weeks ago, I got a message that Louise was homesick. She wanted to come home and without Jason knowing it, I made that happen.

After he had spent a week in Europe, on Father’s Day Eve, with a tap on the shoulder and the push of a button to open the garage door, she was revealed.

Louise was home.

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And they made out.

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And drove off into the sunset.

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Her name is Louise, and she was his first love.

And now she’s home.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Fathers

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Fathers

Obviously, today is Father’s Day, so the prompt will be about just that. If you don’t want to write about a father in your life, feel free to just dump your brain on your site. That is, after all, going back to the core of #SOCSunday.

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: Fathers

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My dad is kinda cool. He’s done awesome things all my life, like flying a plane, making amazing jewelry, playing rock music on weekends… and being a big ole goofball!

He’s also had cancer twice. Strangely, both types of cancer have been treated without any chemo or radiation. Thyroid cancer and prostate cancer, both “gotten” with surgery.

Yesterday, in honor of my Dad, Henry and I ran in the ZERO Prostate Cancer 5k/1 mile. It was so much fun… running with others who were there because they, too, had been touched by prostate cancer.

So Daddy, on this Father’s Day, I want to thank you for being you. For always doing and helping and fighting and listening. For working hard so L and I could do some of the most amazing things ever. For putting up with Mama (wink wink) and for giving me an idea of what a husband should be like.

Love you! xoxo

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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 (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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