My Train of Thoughts Have Jumped the Track
I've noticed that I say things twice, sort of re-framing it in case my conversation partner did not quite get the impact of what I was saying the first time. That must annoy the hell out of people. I'm going to work on that.
Have you ever used the term muckity muck? "He's a big shot muckity muck in his company."
For some reason that term just makes me cringe. Let's never say that K?
Yesterday, I was suddenly struck dumb about whether or not there are any fat grams in a banana. I instinctively dialed Mamas' number to ask her because fat gram counts are her area of expertise. That was a little pin prick hurt.
You know the story of Jim on pg. 36 of our beautiful book? He's the one who poured whiskey into his milk. Anyway, he begins his story with "I came to work on Tuesday morning." Am I the only one who wants to know what happened on Monday? That always drives me crazy.
OK my fellow Bloggodelias I'm off to the shower and hopefully I can get a consistent train of thought going. I am thinking that this day could bring enormous amounts of joy if I just set out on the path of good will for my fellows and a heart centered in gratitude and service.
Pammie
22 OK JUST SAY IT!:
Not once have I ever wondered what Jim did on Monday. That is one of the wonderful things about knowing you Pammie.
But I had a great big Aha! sensation when I read about Jim pouring whisky in the milk. My kind of insanity.
The pin pricks of hurt will weave into a tapestry of memories.
I would venture to say that on Monday Jim pretty much did what he always did. But Tuesday morning I bet he didn't ask his higher power to keep him sober that day. In any case, his spiritual condition was not up to par or he probably would not have drunk.
I like how Mama sidled up to you right before you made that call.
Oh, Pam. What I love about you is that your train of thought makes complete and perfect sense to me. Always.
I use 'doo dads.' As in, "Could you throw some of those Doo Dads on there for me, please?"
or
"How much is that Doo Dad thingie on the shelf?"
I promise I will try to refrain from that on this Wednesday morning.
You may feel like your thoughts are off track, but you always make perfect sense to me. I have also wondered about why Jim didn't go to work on Monday ;o)
I don't know where they picked it up, but both of my sons have always used the phrase "that one guy"... That drives me insane. "You know, that one guy, that guy that is over there at the gas station." Or "I don't know who stole my stuff, I bet it was that one guy."
WHO IS THAT ONE GUY??
At least they never fully adopted "dude"...I hear my friends kids say "Dude, you gotta go pick up my sweater" to their mothers...
I don't remember having deliberately said "muckity-muck" but it's completely erased now. Anything else? ;-)
Blessings and aloha...
I don't like the term muckity muck either, instead I use "big cheese" LOL! I will refrain!
I love the train of thought you have for some reason on or off the tracks it makes sense.
love
G
Sorry, deleted my last comment. Oops! What I wrote was that I agree with Kristin. Your line of reasoning and thinking always makes perfect sense to me. I hear ya and I get it. All my love.
A random fact: muckity muck or muck-a-muck (or high muck-a-muck) to mean "big shot" came into English from Chinook Jargon, a language widely used in the Pacific Northwest of the US for communication among Native people from different tribes, English-speakers, and French-speakers in the 1800s and into the middle of last century. It comes from "hayu məkʰmək" (that last word is pronounced muckmuck) which means "lots of food." So someone who is a big shot is someone who has plenty to eat.
Thanks so much for your blog, and blessings on your mother's passing.
I love what Lou said...
Ok, no muckity-muck, but it sounds like you may be slightly discombobulated. Its ok, it happens.
yes today can bring joy to us!!!
I love your thought process too... lol its very refreshing for me as mine as not as cool and funny as your lately...
oh well today will be a good day
have a good one
I've ridden on many trains, but never the one you are on. Is there a first-class cabin or will we ride together amongst the "normal" folks?
noooothing wrong with your thoughts. but damn, i too say things twice over... now you've got me thinking about it...
Pam, I am relating; not comparing. Here's why:
1) I lost count of how many times I had the impulse to call my mother after she died.
"I can't wait to tell Mom about..."
"I'll ask Mom for her recipe for..."
"Mom would remember when..."
"I'll bet Mom would know how to..."
Sometimes those moments are gut-wrenchingly painful, and other times they are 'wonder-full.' They always point out how important our mama's are to us - then & now.
2) I've always wondered about Jim's Monday (and the preceding weeks), too!!! What's that backstory, I wanna know. He hints at resentments building at the boss & job. That milk & whiskey didn't slam together by accident like the old Reese's Peanut Butter Cup commercials.
Oh I totally pipe up each time that part is read "what happened to monday Jim" and giggle...because Jim was just "a LITTLE" irritated ...
and I know what "just a little" is measured like for me.
It was 3 margaritas into the party when ...
:)
"We laugh at such a sally"
The term Okee Dokee sends me into orbit.
It' been 23 years and I still get the urge to call Mother. Now it's a fleeting moment, but it is still there. I think it means she is still with me. Just thinking.
I felt a lot of stuff after my mother died. It eased with time and my knowing that she was okay. I'm now wondering about Jim. Love the way that you think Pam.
No, I haven't ever asked myself what Jim did on monday...however, I will now..everytime I read it. Planting that in my head...
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