As always more to come.
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#1linerWeds. 5/23/18
I have issues and options!
Oh who am I kidding? I cannot stick on one line. Try as I might. I really wanted to post the cryptic “I have issues and options!” then have you guess what is my conundrum.
Perfect fit with Linda’s prompt. And no, she is not going to blogger jail. She has a get out of jail free card :). Am I right? Uh yeah I am.
In other exciting news, my first time using the new badge! Saaaaweet! Just looking at his face brings me peace. Wishing you all peace too and a conundrum-less day/week/month/year/decade/century and so on and so forth :).
If you’d like to join this merry band of prompt respondents (to read or write your own) follow this link: https://lindaghill.com/2018/05/23/one-liner-wednesday-its-a-con-undrum/
As always, more to come.
One-Liner Wednesday – We have a New Badge! 2018-19 edition
Thanks to all voters! The monkey wins!! Woo hoo 🐒
First, I’d like to say one last thank-you to Dan Antion for your wonderful 2017-18 One-Liner Wednesday badge. It has served us well for the past year, and won’t be forgotten.
All together now: Thanks, Dan!
#1linerWeds badge by Dan Antion
I guess you’re wondering who, won, eh?
Not so fast.
In 3rd place we had Connection by Wire by J-Dub. Thank you, Jill! Honorable mention goes to you.
Close behind, in 4th place was Take My Card by John Holton. Cheers, John! You’ve won two of my contests so far (SoCS badge and create-the-hashtag #1linerWeds). Keep trying for number three!
Then all close together in the votes from 5th to 8th place came Blue Sky and Clouds by Hip to be Snark, Shoreline by Frank Hubeny, Don’t say no by Jim Adams, and Giraffes by Myrna in that order. Thanks so much to you…
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Lunchtime in the Nest
TGIM = Thank Goodness 😅 it’s Monday. And nope, that’s only water 💦 in my cup. I need interaction. Even if it comes by way of work. 😊
As always more to come.
TIME TO VOTE for the 2018-2019 One Liner Wednesday Badge!
The polls are open. Vote now for the new badge.
The time has come! All the entries–all nine of them!–for this year’s One-Liner Wednesday badge contest are in. The designs are fantastic, so make sure you have a look at all of them before you vote. It’s going to be another close race this year.
Please note the descriptions I’ve given them: they’ll be what you vote for on the poll. Here they are, in the order they entered the contest. Just click to visit each one:
Blue Sky and Clouds by Hip to be Snark
Peace, Love, and Please by Cheryl
I encourage the contestants and all their supporters to share their choices for best badge far and wide. Get all your friends…
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So, …
My buddy Snark told me about private posts on Word Press and I tried one. On my side, it says PRIVATE: then the Title. Best I can tell, it was not simultaneously posted to FB and/or Reader. Do I dare go again? Ha! I just may. End my agony as Maya Angelou suggests. This quote is my new mantra:
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. – Maya Angelou
But before I privately post here again, I did take the edge off by responding to several group threads after starting three of my own in the ASG I had joined previously. Folks with similar situations who automatically get it. You’ve no idea how much that matters. What I found out (already knew) is that EVERYBODY has a story. I am not unique. I felt alone but I am NOT alone. We will get through this rough patch and move into the light. In fact, I already see glimmers.
As always, more to come.
Song Lyric Sunday 5/20/18 – Alone Again
For all those of a certain age, you remember this song don’t you?
OK, in what might have been the toughest Song Lyric Sunday challenge for me yet, an artist I share a name with. Holy fucking shit that was brutal! Kirst, I don’t know where you got this idea from but damn, this one was rough!!! I just spent two fucking hours trying to find something and finally I stumbled across this interesting piece.
Using both my first and last names I was batting absolute zero. Blair, though a fairly common surname, not too many of those around in the music scene and not many Lynns either (well, a few, but nothing particularly standout to me). So that’s when I decided to look for artists with my middle name (Gilbert). So I dug through and I found this Irish artist by the name Gilbert O’Sullivan.
So then here is the song “Alone Again” – I chose this song by him because, well…
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For 5/20/18 ~ Hate on Me by Jill Scott
Time once again for #SLS. Helen with assistance from Kirstwrites, brings us the following theme “a song from an artist/singer who shares your name”. Thank you both, this is a good one.
I am the kid who had a hard time finding anything personalized. Jill is not terribly uncommon but not quite Ann or Linda either. Any who, I went off in search of the singers named Jill. I found this powerhouse Renaissance woman who can do it all – singer-songwriter, model, poet and actress.
Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
If I could give you the world on a silver platter
Would it even matter, you’d still be mad at me
If I could find in all this a dozen roses
Which I would give to you, you’d still be miserable
Would it even matter, you’d still be mad at me
If I could find in all this a dozen roses
Which I would give to you, you’d still be miserable
Here reality I’m gon’ be who I be and I don’t feel no faults
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may, break me down but I say
That it ain’t up to you, gone and do what you do
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may, break me down but I say
That it ain’t up to you, gone and do what you do
Hate on me, hater, now or later
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me
Ooh, if I gave you peaches outta my own garden
And I made you a peach pie, would you slap me high
Wonder if I gave you diamonds out of my own womb
Would you feel the love in that or ask why not the moon
And I made you a peach pie, would you slap me high
Wonder if I gave you diamonds out of my own womb
Would you feel the love in that or ask why not the moon
If I gave you sanity for the whole of humanity
Had all the solutions for the pain and pollution
No matter where I live, despite the things I give
You’ll always be this way, so go ‘head and
Had all the solutions for the pain and pollution
No matter where I live, despite the things I give
You’ll always be this way, so go ‘head and
Hate on me, hater, now or later
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me (repeat)
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me (repeat)
You cannot hate on me ’cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
You cannot hate on me ’cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Hate on me, hater, now or later
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me (repeat)
You cannot hate on me ’cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
You cannot hate on me ’cause my mind is free
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
Hate on me, hater, now or later
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be made, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me
‘Cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be made, baby
Go ‘head and hate on me, hater, I’m not afraid of
What I got I paid for, you can hate on me
Songwriters: Adam W. Blackstone / Jill H. Scott / Steven Wadell Mckie
Hate on Me lyrics © Jellybean Music Group
J-Dub’s Review of Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by J.D. Vance
I did not pick this book. Instead it was the May selection for the Schaefer’s Skimmers and Sippers Book Club. I resisted a bit because of the subject matter. I saw something similar on 60 Minutes and was horrified. Oh and mini-side bar, 60 Minutes is my new FAVORITE show. I had quit watching because of the time it aired but now with the magic of the Hopper by Dish, I watch the recorded shows. Usually at 2 am on Saturday mornings when I have the worst insomnia ever. But that is another story.
Back to the book. True story bio on one J.D. Vance. He writes about his “hillbilly” family origins in Jackson, Kentucky migrating to Middletown, Ohio where he was born. Those Appalachian roots were a major influence on who he became. He didn’t meet his birth father until later in life and never really had a good relationship with him. J.D. was raised in an almost communal family between his mom who struggled with addiction (and her many partners – I think she got up to husband #5), his grandparents (main caretakers, especially his Mamaw) and extended maternal relatives. First of his clan to … you name it. He was a poor kid who made it through. He served in the Marines, went to Ohio State University and then ended up earning a JD from Yale law school. A real rags to riches story.
Unfortunately I am going through some stuff and I found the memoir depressing. Lots of transference and well now I am just sort of pissed off. I have come to the conclusion that people are just different. Some fare better than others. There is a genetic and socio-economic aspect to all things yet I am so sick and tired of people “blaming” those aspects for the final outcome.
Statistics show … Fuck statistics, one can make anything look a certain way with spin. I am so fucking dizzy. People are defying statistics and beating the odds daily. And then sadly some are not. Why? What makes the difference? If someone can find that answer, bottle it and sell it, we’d all be in fucking nirvana.
Not much of a recommendation I guess. Though I am 99.9 percent sure others will not come away with the same sentiments I did. You see I’ve got issues. Did I mention I am going through some stuff?
3.5 out of 5 stars.
As always, more to come.
So, …
I wish there was a way for me to write and post privately. The one feature of FB that I liked. Of course I hear you all laughing at me for thinking anything I did on FB was ever private. What a joke! Haha. But okay. I guess I will just have to stick with my drafts in WordPress. These words must be written.
There is nothing to writing. You just sit down at the typewriter and bleed. ~ Ernest Hemingway
In my case it’s a keyboard but the sentiment is the same.
And my drafts are multiplying like rabbits. Because we are in a really rough patch. Everything sucks y’all. I am not gonna lie. Except by omission in not being brave enough to air all my dirty laundry. Though truth be told, everything does not suck. I am blessed beyond belief but every single time I discount my feelings regarding the flaws of life and say my problems are of the champagne variety, I marginalize myself.
And here it is still May … Mental Health Month. Sweet Sue over at myloudbipolarwhispers is asking people to be brave and share their stories. I could share in the hopes of helping someone else but for some reason I can’t get past my shame. The shame and stigma that we are all trying to end.
Ugh!
Oh well. Eventually I will figure this out. If not, let worse come to worse because it is what it is.
As always, more to come.
