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Join me? Meme Story link-up

I’m gonna do something I’ve never done before. Join me?

Lately I’ve been having one helluva time finding the motivation and the inspiration to do the thing I most need to do, which is write. When I don’t write, I’m not quite right . . . You know what I mean, don’t you?

So yesterday, this meme popped up on my Facebook feed and it kind of made me giggle because I was thinking, “Oh yeah, I totally relate.” But then I was like, “Wait, I don’t have a cat.

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Obviously I may need to schedule an appointment of some kind to address this, we’ll see.

Mental health concerns aside, it did cause a little spark and a silly scene began to swirl inside my mind, so I jotted it down.

You see, yesterday, (a long, long time ago), I fell into a rabbit hole (I’m assuming that it was, though I’ve no real way to know), I fear I may have bumped my lid, at least I think I’m thinking this is what I did – I must have bumped my noggin at the very least once, or perhaps maybe even thrice, but for the sake of sake itself, let’s just say I bumped it twice.

No. That simply cannot be! I’ve no particular way to be certain that was indeed the case, so never you mind my kindest dears, forget all that I’ve just said, for if indeed I’d cracked my melon, surely I’d be dead.

Why then do you think, I would answer queries from a cat who isn’t really there? Oh bother with the bother, you needn’t answer something quite so silly. Anyway and besides, it makes no difference really. I like that cat, and he likes me back, so I suppose it matters little, (if it matters much at all), whether he’s real or whether he’s not, especially since, (and I think this might be true), that cat that’s not just might, as he seems to me to be, my very best and truest friend, perhaps the best that there could be.

Nonsensical scribblings led to an outpouring of other words, ones that made sense, and I wrote something real and good and lovely (and I’m still working on it).

I love link ups, I really do. I’ve found some amazing blogs and some amazing bloggy friends because of them and I’ve always wanted to host one of my own, but I’m lazy and kind of, sort of, almost (but not completely) certain no one else will link up and I will seem silly for trying, BUT, I’m working on squashing that doubtful, mean-spirited voice that’s always telling me not to bother with things like this, so . . . I’m doing it. A linky, sharey thing.

Here’s my idea – find a random meme and write about it. Something silly, something fun.

I need a great big break from the ebb and flow of red and blue we seem to be drowning in . . . I need a good giggle and I know, without a doubt, ya’ll can make that happen!

So please dear sirs and ladies, help a bogged down blogger out and link with me? 

Something short, something long, something in between – one lines, two lines, maybe more than three, it doesn’t really matter, simply write something about a meme!

Follow The Qwiet Muse here on WordPress and/or (may I suggest AND?) The Qwiet Muse on Facebook (over there on the right, it’ll take just a second), to check back and read what others are (hopefully sharing). Check them out and let them know what you think!

I have some ideas to bring my little corner of the blog world to life, can’t do it without ya though, (insert most sweetly pathetic smile I can muster).

Okay, meme me with a little story. Please. (and maybe share with your bloggy friends)

Collection of me – sort of.

 

 

A little weird.

I have an extensive collection of graphics and memes, by extensive I mean I’ve been copying, saving, and hoarding them for years. I am a Pinterest addict, I am always collecting these things thinking I will pin them or use them as some witty Facebook reply.

Truth is, I simply have a file full of funny, weird, odd, and why the hell did I save that, kind of stuff. I should delete them all but . . . I . . . can’t. My ridiculous attachment to them is, well, ridiculous.

Mixed in and missing amongst all the nonsense are screen shots of bills I’ve paid online, precious photographs of my family, my daughter’s wedding, you know, actual, real, important things which I shouldn’t have to scroll through a gazillion and seventy-seven unimportant, albeit funny, cute, cool, amazing, blah, blah, blah, things that are ultimately inconsequential and inconvenient.

Right? 

Please tell me you have a similar addiction. I don’t particularly care if you do in fact have this  issue or anything resembling it, I just want you to tell me you do so I feel a little less like a loon.

I’m keeping them, of course, because I must or I just wouldn’t be me, but I felt the need to see my silliness in print. Thank you for your participation, or at least momentary, involuntary inclusion in my lunacy.