Fun Facts Friday or RUI


Random Useless Information or better known as RUI. I always find some of these random facts as……………

Useless, interesting and funny.

Many are found under Snapple lids and Snapple Singles to Go packets, others are internet wonders provided by my internet explorers.

Enjoy!!

 

 

Fact #681 ~ “The Jaguar, the largest cat in the Western Hemisphere, once lived all over the southern U.S.”

 

Their cousin the Panther is still here!!

On my walk today……………..


 

“We interrupt this program to bring you a special presentation………”

On my walk today………..
I saw a stink bug and a butterfly,
which made me think of horny toads and fireflies,
which made me think of childhood days
in a time far away………
young and free,
where I frolicked and played.

When I was a little girl, around 5 or 6 years old, we lived in Houston, TX. My momma was a housewife and mother; my daddy a construction worker for Brown & Root (I think).

We had one car; it was a green Ford Fairlane and my daddy used it to go to work. Sometimes I think he would carpool, but that’s something I can’t really remember. What I do remember is the times my daddy would come home from work wearing his dusty work boots and welding cap and he’d say, “Y’all come ‘ere. I got something for you.”

My sisters and I would run, laughing and giggling to see what he had.

He would be holding a cardboard box or I vaguely remember, sometimes his lunch box; the metal kind with the domed lid.

“What is it? What is it?” We would always ask.

“Well open it and see.” Would always be his reply.

Hesitantly we would open the box and peer inside; crouched in the bottom would be the smallest pre-historic looking creature we had ever seen. It would push up on its front legs and poke its little head up looking all around with its beady little eyes.

It was ugly!!

My daddy would grin at his girls, being so proud; he would reach in and gently take the frighten little thing out of the box, “Here, it’s a “horny” toad. He won’t bite.” Then he’d extend his hand and want us to hold it. I was not very fond of them, but my sister was. I did hold them occasionally; I remember them being surprisingly soft, considering how they looked; with their little horned heads and bumpy backs. Like a little dinosaur.

It was always an exciting day when daddy brought home a “horny” toad. What I don’t remember is what happen to them after the excitement wore off; did my momma quietly let them go out the back door or did she find them hard and withered behind the couch after a crafty escape? I think in the vaguest of me memory, we would go with daddy in the yard and let them go. I bet I could ask my sister and she remembers.

I haven’t seen a horned toad in years; and I don’t know why, but seeing the black and orange stink bug vividly made me think of the “horny” toads my daddy use to bring home for his girls.

My family left Houston and we moved to the Piney Woods of East Texas where my daddy lived as a child and where my grandparents lived. One of my favorite memories is the endless hours I spent in a field of tall wild flowers chasing butterflies and the evenings catching fireflies.

As I walked today, I saw one; and only one, fluttery, black butterfly and wondered what had happened to them all, the orange striped ones, the little yellow ones and the black and blue ones. I never see them anymore……….

Between my grand parents house and their neighbor’s house, there was a small field; in the summer, the field was filled with tall wild flowers and colorful floating butterflies. On Saturday afternoons the adults would sit around on the front porch or out back in the lawn chairs and shuck corn or shell peas that came from my granddaddy’s garden. The kids would run around and play, not allowed to sit around and listen to adult conversations……………..

I would run through the tall flowers in the field and chase butterflies…….for hours.

“PawPaw can I have a minnow net?”

“Whatcha gonna do with a minnow net hun?’

“I’m gonna catch butterflies!”

Shaking his head, “I think I gotta minnow net you can use.”

And he would get me a net from one of the many he had hanging on poles by the old wooden vats that held all the minnows he sold on his bait route.

I would take my net, usually one with an extra long handle and head to the field. From one end of the field to the other, swinging my net back and forth, I would chase the fluttery creatures. Scooping them from the sky as they flew by or carefully capturing them on one of the flowers where it landed. Each one I caught, I would run and gently remove it from my net and show it to my momma.

“Look momma isn’t it pretty?”

“It sure is.”

“Can I keep it?”

“We’ll have to see. But maybe you should let that one go.”

It was always the same, I would run back to the field and gently release it and chase after another one. But sometimes she’d let me take a couple of the colorful jewels home and I would keep them in an old fish bowl with sweet gum leaves and sticks that I careful broke to the right sizes to fit in the bowl. Eventually the time would come and she would make me stop chasing my little treasures; my hair drenched, sweat dripping from my nose, red blotched face and a neck full of granny beads.

“Your to hot, that’s enough.” she’d say; to which I would whine.

“No I’m not. I don’t want to stop!”

“Come on, go give your PawPaw back his net and see if you can swim.”

SWIM??? Ok!!

And off I’d go in hunt of my granddaddy………………………..

“PawPaw, PawPaw; can we swim?”

“Can you swim? I reckon you can. Let me get the minnows outa the way.”

Then my sisters and I would sit on the side of which ever old vat he decided we could swim in that day. We would wait and watch as he gently used a screened divider and slowly worked the minnows to one end of the wooden vat making ready our Olympic size pool (that’s what we thought it was).

I’m not sure what the real purpose of the screened divider was for, but I’m sure it was for something more important than holding the minnows at one of the vat so the grand babies could swim all afternoon, but that’s what we thought it was for.

We’d wait patiently.

There was no jumping allowed in the vats, but you could splash, float, go under water and go from one end to the other end. I remember the old wooden vats having the coolest water; probably because of the aerators he kept running that churned the water with thousand of little bubbles. My sisters and I would always put our hands around the aerators and play with all the little bubbles and watch the minnows scatter around.

We would swim and play until we pruned up like little old ladies and momma called from the back porch……….

“Y’all come on, it’s time to come in!”

My granddaddy would hustle us out over the side of the old vat and wrap us each in towels that mysteriously appeared from some where.

“Go on now, go see your momma.” And down the hill we’d go to the house.

It would always be that time of day between afternoon and dark, when the sun starts to sink behind the trees taking the blistering heat with it. When there’s no shadows on the ground or breeze blowing the leaves; as if the whole world is still………………….

And that’s when you would see them………………..

Blink….blink……blink………………fireflies.

Just on the edge of the woods; one over here, one over there; high and low, their little yellow bodies flashing. We’d get so excited, my sisters and I, and beg my grandmother for a jar. She would always give each of us a Mason jar with the lid and quickly before it got to dark we’d run outside to the edge of the woods and stand real still………..

and wait.

To catch fireflies you have to wait for their little bodies to blink and then quickly but gently cup them in your hands. It took patience and quickness. Sometimes the little bugs would tickle the inside of my hands with their wings and without meaning to, I would squeal and open my hands, and the firefly would quickly get away. I knew it didn’t bite or sting; I had captured many fireflies, but my reaction was always the same. It would take me a couple of captures before I convinced my hands not to automatically open when the little wings tickled me.

Darkness would finally take over the day and momma would call us in one last time. She would begin to gather our things and load our car; brown paper bags of freshly shucked corn on the cobb and black-eyed peas still in their shells or potatoes that still had the dirt on them from digging them fresh from the garden that day.

Then my daddy would say, “Give everybody a hug and a kiss and let’s go.”

We do a lot of huggin’ and kissin’ in Texas, it’s just the way of the southern people; you learn it at any early age. Takes every bit of 10 minutes just to say goodbye.

My sisters and I would collect our jars of treasures and carefully crawl in the back seat of our car. I can still see my grandparents standing under the carport waving and hear their feisty little daschunds barking, as we pulled out of the drive.

Riding home quietly in the back seat, with my jars full of colorful treasures; I thought the world was complete. What more could I want? I had jars full of butterflies and fireflies…………..

On my walk today………….
I saw a stink bug and a butterfly,
which made me think of horny toads and fireflies,
which made me think of childhood days
in a time far away,
young and free,
where I frolicked and played.

 

“We hope you’ve enjoyed this presentation; we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming……………..”

 

Liebster Award goes to…………


Liebster Award

RealLifeAfter40!!  (and the crowd goes wild)

Oh…..my…..gawd!! How freakin’ crazy is this!!  Never been nominated for anything, especially for writing!  I am truly grateful, thank you http://skinnyandsingle.wordpress.com/ for nominating me for this distinguished award, I am truly honored.

 

1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their page(s).
2. Proudly display the award banner on your page.
3. List eleven facts about yourself.
4. Answer the questions the award-giver asked you and make 11 more for your nominees.
5. List your nominees.

 

Hmmm, RUI from Oz:

1.   I’m a shoe whore. Literally, buy several pairs at one time.
2. I own all the Sex in the City episodes and movies, watch them over and over. I’m the Carrie Bradshaw of Texas.
3. I have a 4 bedroom house, but spend all my time in my 18′ x 16′ bedroom.
4. I’ve been a fitness instructor for 10 years.
5. I’ve self-published 2 books and workin’ on about 20 more!
6. I love Tequila but it puts me to sleep (no, not passed out! yawning, can’t hold my head up sleepy), so I drink Raspberry Rum instead.
7. I converted one bedroom in my house to my closet. It’s lined with hanging clothes and shoes! (can you say Carrie Bradshaw!! Sorry I loved the series, my BBE’s and I are just like them)
8. I refer to my best girlfriends as the BBE’s ~ Best Bitches Ever
9. My first love is poetry (odd, I know, right)
10. I could eat chips and salsa everyday. Morning, noon and night.
11. I’m a beach gypsy and will live at the beach one day.

 

11 distinguished questions http://skinnyandsingle.wordpress.com/ ask me:

  1. If you could make one piece of clothing illegal, what would it be?  A thong swimsuit; confidence is one thing, stoopid is another!
  2. If you could travel anywhere, for free, where would you go? And why?  Beach hop through the Caribbean.   Any beach is my happy place.
  3. If the bank made a mistake, and put sixty thousand dollars in your account, what would you do?   Seriously??  I’d go beach hopping!! lol
  4. What are your thoughts on legalizing marijuana?  I’m a virgin.  I ride the fence on that one, I know cancer patients that partake on it and it helps them cope.
  5. What is your favorite childhood memory?  So strange, I’m writing a post about this!  One memory is catching butterflies with my Granpdaddy’s minnow net.
  6. What did you want to be when you grew up, and what do you do instead?  A commercial artist.  I became a mother and end up in healthcare and now I’m unemployed. Ha!
  7. What happened on the best workday you’ve ever had?   Is there a best workday??  Been so long I can’t remember – lol
  8. What was your favorite thing that your mother used to cook for you?   Oven tacos
  9. Do you believe in soul mates or love at first sight?    Yes, I do!  I also believe that your soul can be ripped to shreds and it changes you forever.
  10. If you could go back in time, and change one thing, what would it be? (I borrowed this from http://singleguynyc.wordpress.com/ questions because I love it)    I’d reincarnate myself into J.K. Rowlings – LOL!!  (I can’t answer this question seriously)
  11. Are you married? And if so, describe your proposal.   Nope

 

And mine nominees for Liebster Award are:

https://rainingorchids.wordpress.com/
http://dumbassnews.wordpress.com/
http://myblogismyboyfriend.wordpress.com/
http://moviewriternyu.wordpress.com/
http://zipsrid.wordpress.com/

Now it’s your turn to answer distinguished questions:

1. Do you speak more than on language? (swearing doesn’t count)
2. If you could live any where in the world where would it be?
3. What was the name of the first movie you saw in a theater?
4. Favorite band in high school?
5. If you could change you name, what would you change it to?
6. Dogs or cats?
7. Where’d you spend your honeymoon? (the bed doesn’t count)
8. If you could be a cartoon character, who would it be?
9. Morning or night? (for whatever)
10. Do you sing in the shower?
11. What’s your favorite physical quality in the opposite sex? What’s your least favorite quality, period?

Can’t wait to see your answers. Now pass the torch on by selecting your own nominees.

“Morning Rhapsody”


She listens quietly, contemplating the sounds;
the whirling of the fan, spinning plastic blades,
air conditions forceful air, coolness spewed in space.

Minus of the birds song, larks chirping can’t be found;
percales silent rustle, a muteness of her sheets,
eyes blinking in the dark, blind lash and lid meet.

There’s thunder in the matter, roaring brain pounds;
hear conversations ethereal, ringing air in her ears,
silent fading darkness, nights quiet disappears.

Slowly daylight dances, beams frolic in the dust;
rhythmic shadow dancers, marionettes in space,
pirouettes fill the room, spinning round the place.

Darting lazy drifters, exploding morning crust;
ride the stale cool air, blown helpless by the fan,
persona participation, she lends a helping hand.

Creeping night time stealers, sneak the dark from us;
sunlight washes windows, morning drenched panes,
kiss the night stealers, darkness greets the day.

Exercise in “Focus~ism”


There are times of late that I MIGHT have found myself in a down and out, poor ‘ole me, piss por, boo-hoo, oh..my..gawd!, egg scramblin’ attitude; over my umpteen hundred job rejections.

I..said…MIGHT…have found me!

One might say, I need a little adjustment to my attitude.

Boo….Hoo.

I say, I just need a little random exercise on “focus~ism” (Jeri’s word)

Say what????

As writers, especially poets; which I claim to be, if you can’t find a word that works for what you need, you make one up.

Am I right???

Come on, you know you’ve all done it. I do it all the time.

As you all know; if you’ve been following me, I’m an uneducated writer, dumb-as-dirt, don’t know a thang, kind of writer.

But…. there’s logic behind my words………..most of the times.

For instance; what is the definition of “tour~ism”????

Anybody???

I’ll tell you……………..

“the act or practice of touring”

So if that is the definition of “tour~ism”, can you guess what the definition of “focus~ism” is??????

Come on, come on, come on!!!!

Never mind, I’ll just tell you…………………

“the act or practice of focusing”

Taa-Daa!! Genius right? (please hold you applause until the end of the presentation)

Now that we are finished with vocabulary, let me get back on track…………..

So when I need a little focus~ism, I open my poetry writing, exercise book; the one I’ve been working out of for the last year. Remember; I’m an uneducated writer, dumb-as-dirt when it comes to the formal, educated way of writing poetry. Hell, any kinda writing for that matter.

So I just write.

It’s cheaper than therapy, which I can’t afford and it keeps me outa the looney bin. I already live in my own little Oz and if I go to much further in the deep end of the pool they’re gonna cart me off to Rusk ina straight jacket!!

By the way, (here we go again) the aforementioned is a town in Texas where the state mental health facility is located. I was well into my adult years before I learned that “Rusk” was an actual place and not a state of mind (oh….my….gawd!)

Need I say more about the deep end of the pool…………..

Anyway, after yesterday’s “scrambled eggs”, I needed a little focus~ism.

A little focus~ism on something other than my freakin’ dilemma.

Looking back in my workbook, it had been 6 weeks since I had worked in it. Long over due. No wonder I had no focus~ism, I had been neglecting my therapy!

I was due for a session, so I scheduled an appointment first thing this morning with my therapist.

Which………………is my writing book on the kitchen counter (let’s get that clear).

Sometimes my little writing sessions are not successful; the writing exercises are complicated and being ditzy like I am, I don’t understand them.

But…………………..I push forward, even the worst attempts are better than no attempts, right!!

Todays counter session was called “Rhapsodizing Repetition”……………….

“repetition of meaning in a single line, separated by a punctuation”

Translation please……….”the meaning in the first phrase is repeated in the second phrase”

WTH????

My dumb-as-dirt brain could not comprehend this. I guess it had been scrambled to death yesterday!

I read it……..and I read it……..and I read it…………

Got another cup of coffee and told myself, “Self, you will not let this kick yo ass!!”

So…….I read it and read it again………….

BLINK, BLINK, BLINK went the neon sign!!

Hot diggity dog; oh, yeah; you got this! (dancing like Sha-na-na)

I must admit, it was a little challenging, but isn’t that what exercise is all about? Ok, so I didn’t hit all the phrases right on the head; big deal. I think it’s a damn good attempt.

I count todays counter session a success on working on my “focus~ism” Peace out!! 🙂

“Morning Rhapsody”

She listens quietly, contemplating the sounds;
the whirling of the fan, spinning plastic blades,
air conditions forceful air, coolness spewed in space.

Minus of the birds song, larks chirping can’t be found;
percales silent rustle, a muteness of her sheets,
eyes blinking in the dark, blind lash and lid meet.

There’s thunder in the matter, roaring brain pounds;
hear conversations ethereal, ringing air in her ears,
silent fading darkness, nights quiet disappears.

Slowly daylight dances, beams frolic in the dust;
rhythmic shadow dancers, marionettes in space,
pirouettes fill the room, spinning round the place.

Darting lazy drifters, exploding morning crust;
ride the stale cool air, blown helpless by the fan,
persona participation, she lends a helping hand.

Creeping night time stealers, sneak the dark from us;
sunlight washes windows, morning drenched panes,
kiss the night stealers, darkness greets the day.

Scrambled Eggs


When you’re unemployed and a voice on the other end of the phone tells you your benefits have run out; the ‘ole gray matter begins to spin.

In all directions.

As if beaten with a fork.

Like scrambled eggs.

So scrambled, I can’t piece together a single, complete, intelligent thought.

Should I change my resume, again……Did I feed the cat……Maybe I should try a different industry……..Don’t forget to clean the fridge……….What about you certifications……….Call the insurance company, increase your deductible………..Schedule your CPR……….Cancel the cable.

Nothing makes sense.

My writing doesn’t even make sense; going off in different directions.

Scrambled all around.

I have so many versions of my resume, I don’t know which one was the actual original.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned in any of my posts that I’m a certified Group X and Mat Pilates instructor.

For almost 10 years now.

I obtained my first certification on my 40th birthday and I did it for myself. Not to make money, but to keep me committed to good health and to help other people. I love it.

When I lost my real job, I gave up my classes as well.

It was a hard decision for me. I let my certifications lapse.

I felt dejected.

I’ve spent many hours thinking of ways not to depend on the world, but to utilize what I know and love and to learn to depend on ME.

I used to be a CPR instructor; training provided at the expense of my previous employer, but when my position changed I didn’t recertify. It’s been 7 or 8 years ago.

I throw these thoughts into the mix………………..

the start up is a small investment with training and equipment………..the training is out of town (additional expense)…………..it’s been a long time…………what if I don’t get it…………..what if no one comes?

(whip it with a fork)

Writing is an obvious passion, with a number of projects I work on more often. I can’t focus on just one. I did manage to finish one project I started about 5 years ago about healthy living. I self-published it July 4th and it went on sale July 17th, .

So I throw these thoughts in the mix as well……………..

the Pilates home series for beginner, intermediate and advance practices…………….the series about not so fictional adventures of not so fictional 6 female friends………….short stories from my blog…………….a second poetry collection.

(whip, whip, whip…….beat the hell outa the side of the bowl)

I know fitness and I love being an instructor. A few months ago I set a goal to get recertified. I completed and passed both re-certifications this month.

So, in go these thoughts……………………..

I got ’em; now what do I do with ’em?……………….do I go crawling back to my old gym?…………….rent my own studio………………just hold classes in the park, under the trees, where there’s no expenses……………but what if it rains?…………If I had my own place I could teach CPR, but I could do that at my old gym

(WHIP, WHIP, WHIP; it’s sloshing over the sides)

As badly as I would like to remove from the mix; there’s still the endless applications and profiles I submit daily.

(throw down the fork; there’s nothing left but foam)

I beat these thoughts around and try to figure out how I can make them work for ME.

Many bloggers I follow write about doing what you love; following a dream. One of my first posts, almost a year ago, was about my dream of having a condo at the beach. I’ve put the dream to rest for a while. The money I had saved for that dream I’m now living off of.

Gone but not forgotten.

Now, how did I get on that subject????

I went from scrambled thoughts (whip, whip, whip), to depending on myself (WHIP, WHIP, WHIP), to endless applications (throw down my fork), to a dream put to rest (???).

Whipped to hell; nothing more than frothy foam. Nothing making sense.

Beaten and scrambled like a dozen eggs.

I thought serving up this scrambled mess on a plate would help……………………..

Hmmmm…….maybe I’ll just make some toast…….

I could mow lawns…………..weed eat sidewalks………..but I don’t have a lawn mower, or a weed eater

and she quietly…….slips………..away………..

Fun Facts Friday or RUI


Random Useless Information or better known as RUI. I always find some of these random facts as……………

Useless, interesting and funny.

Many are found under Snapple lids and Snapple Singles to Go packets, others are internet wonders provided by my internet explorers.

Enjoy!!

 

 

Fact #725 ~ “Only females mosquitos bite”

 

How do we know this????

Fun Facts Friday or RUI


Random Useless Information or better known as RUI. I always find some of these random facts as……………

Useless, interesting and funny.

Many are found under Snapple lids and Snapple Singles to Go packets, others are internet wonders provided by my internet explorers.

Enjoy!!

 

Fact #756 ~ “Penguins can jump 6 feet.”

 

Break out the tape measure!!

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Old Spice


I have always been known to be frugal; or, so tight I squeak. A coupon clipper, a circular shopper, an ad chaser.

With 3 kids and a husband, I needed all the deals I could find. At one point I jumped on the “extreme couponing” band wagon and stock piled things we used most of…………..

toilet paper, paper towels, toothpaste, laundry detergent and body wash.

It was actually very time consuming, clipping and saving coupons (it was before phone coupons were widely accepted), studying grocery ads and circulars and rotating out the coupons that were expired.

Makes me tired just thinking about it.

I do still look at circulars and search for coupons for things that I may need that might be “buy one get one free”. Having an “extra” on the shelf gives me a little security.

Like toilet paper. Wouldn’t want to be caught without it!

I’m especially tight now, since my jobless status. Nothing goes to waste! I use the last drop of everything.

The tube of toothpaste; I scrape that tube down with a butter knife to get the very last bit.

Ever drop counts.

After a long sweaty walk this evening, I’m preparing to take a shower when I remember I used the last of my watered down, to the very last drop, Olay body wash……..

When my kids lived at home and I had a husband, we had a girls bathroom and a boys bathroom. The girls bathroom has a bath tub and linen closet and the boys bathroom has a shower and under sink cabinet.

Realizing I’m out of body wash, I go to the girls bathroom closet and search my stash………..

Nothing.

I begin frantically moving bottles of lotion, conditioner and mouth wash around………….

Nothing.

No body wash, no bar of soap.

I go back to the boys bathroom, to check the under sink cabinet. Maybe, just maybe, there was a bar of soap under there.

I see no soap when I open the cabinet, so I begin taking out the towels and wash clothes and there pushed in the back corner is a bottle. I reach for it and pull it out. In my hand is a bottle of Old Spice High Performance body wash; Pure Sport scent.

I stood there for a long moment looking at it………………………..

Then I dropped my towel and jumped in the boys shower!!

I stick my nose in the crook of my arm and take a big whiff. I grin at how manly I smell……………..

and vow to use it to the very last drop.

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