SoCS – m.a.r.c.h.

March…march…march…well, this brings to mind a barrage of thoughts.

  • Why is March always so much colder than I expect it to be?  We have these deceptively warm days, but then when you roll out of bed at 7am it’s around 35 degrees outside.  Brrrrr…
  • I never have been able to watch March of the Penguins.  I feel a bit slacker about this since people are all “it’s such an incredible movie,” but when push comes to shove I just can’t seem to click play.
  • My brother-in-law is super into marching bands.  He took us to a competition in the summer of 2015 which was, for lack of a better description, intense.  I wrote a post called So you don’t think marching bands are bad ass… and clicked publish, which is when I learned bad ass marching band participants have a huge contingent on Twitter.  That post got retweeted more than any other I’ve written.  Crazy, right?

  • I am 110% certain I could never be in a marching band seeing as a) I can’t play any of those instruments, and b) there’s no way my brain would be able to process playing plus choreography like that.
  • “You march straight to your room and think about what you’ve done.”  The one sentence guaranteed to send you to your room where you’ll read or write in your diary or listen to music – pretty much anything except “think about what you’ve done.”
  • Someone who marches must be called a “marcher” but nothing about that word looks right.
  • I thought the women’s march on Washington was pretty freaking awesome.  I know not everyone agrees with me, but still…seeing all those women standing together?  Cool.  And the sister marches around the world?  Even cooler.
  • Charm uses all the same letters as march, but I can’t picture a charming march to save my life.  Something about that word conjures up stiff, wooden movements.
  • March Madness has been a thing in our lives for over two decades now and I still can’t seem to give a crap about it.  Oh, and I couldn’t fill out a bracket to save my life.

Plus I wonder how many sentences I can make from “march.”

  • My Aardvark Rarely Checks Home.
  • Many Avenues Reach Cher’s House.
  • Most Ants Ruin Chocolate Hearts.
  • Much Ado Riles Calm Heroines.
  • Miles Across Rainy Corn Husks.

And if you’re still reading by now, you’ve earned your sainthood points for the day.


SoCS 2

Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate.  Pop over and give her blog a visit.  This week’s prompt is “march.”

7 thoughts on “SoCS – m.a.r.c.h.

    • It was mind boggling. I’d watch those trombone players — instruments up, sliding in and out, walking forward, sideways, and backwards, spinning and turning. Nope. Never happen!

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