Excerpt: I have white friends, I have a white sister-in-law, half of the members at my church are white and the majority of my blog readers are white, all with whom I'm careful in what I say or write about because I don't want to be misunderstood....

Thank you for being a holiday. I wish I could say I was chillin' but weather kinda of threw the weekend off. I'm gonna take a break to blog before I figure out what's for dinner....

I like to come here and just let whatever roll off the keyboard, staying clear of controversial topics and current events. Lots of times I come here to write and I can't because there's an elephant in my blog room. Today I put on my big girl panties and hoisted myself on the elephant to stream from my conscience. 

With a futile attempt at blogging and being relevant, I gave myself a few minutes to "stream" from "my conscience". It's been a week since so much has happened...

I love writing in my room and as much as my thoughts scrounge for something relevant to write about, coming up with nothing, I can't stay away too long...

Hate in America is not just about crime. If you read any of the comments to news articles online, you'll see how insensitive people are. It spells H-A-T-E to me. There's been a lot going on this week and I just had to vent somewhere...

I'm squeezing in a stream of consciousness post before my day gets hopping. 

Oh it's already been hopping.

Here's that story...

As I turned off the lights in the kitchen, I left on one small light. I looked back and decided to take a picture of my roses because they looked pretty in the dim light. Of course the phone flash went off and I didn't feel like trying to figure out how to get the picture of how they really looked. 

I just had a funny thought. I said, “I don’t have time to write a stream of consciousness post right now. I’ll write a long post later.” What kind of sense does that make?

This one is five minutes of my time. By the time I add the bells and whistles to the other one I want to write, it’ll likely be an hour or more out of my day.

I shared this quote this week along with a response to some interview questions I asked of my ten-year-old son. While it is a powerful quote from a ten year old, I also found it disheartening because I understood it's full context. This is a stream of consciousness post.

Fadra’s stream of consciousness (SOC) link up is back! Part of my “research” this morning was to find out how long it’s actually been since the last one. I don’t know if it was THE last one, but the last time I linked up with Fadra was July 1, 2012. I said, “Wow, I’ve been blogging a long time.” 

I don’t think I’ll go all share crazy on my SOC posts. It’s connected to mailchimp, which will share to facebook and twitter. I think I’ll turn off that feature for SOC Sunday. So what happens in mailchimp will stay in mailchimp. If you’re an e-mail subscriber, you’ll get first dibs. 

The pollen was so bad this year that three weeks ago Papa Bear growled at me to go to the doctor. I obliged after buying an $8 nasal spray because my nose was on lockdown. I am feeling better now, and with all the rain we had last week, the yellow stuff is gone. YAY! I've been waiting on the Spring that I can get out and play in. 

The quickest way to lose yourself is to forget yourself. The quickest way to forget yourself is to lose yourself.

It's a vicious cycle I am all too familiar with.

One day I'm writing, then I'm setting it aside and setting it aside until one day, it doesn't seem that important anymore. The reason for it seems irrelevant. Then one day I'm not writing at all and I wonder how I ever made time for it.