Of course I was compelled to watch Miracle based on the 1980 US Hockey Team. This movie never gets old. Prepare for goose bumps.
The ending voiceover about using professionals after that year … dream teams as they are called … ironic since those teams are no longer made up those who dream makes me sad.
Then I hear about Redmond and my heart is happy 😊. Just a baby at only 17. 10th in an 11 man finale. And bam 💥 he wins the Gold! Dream of a lifetime.
Woo hoo!!!
As always more to come.
Mark your calendars for today I threw in the towel. I’m not going to finish the Marriage Pact. This book reads too much like the Firm. Which was good in its own right for its time. Not interested in a remake.
Perhaps I shouldn’t review what I cannot finish? Maybe if I continue on, things will improve. I’ll let you know if that happens. Stopping feels too much like failure. I’m usually no quitter when reading is involved.
I’ll stop before saying I don’t recommend. That’s too harsh. Instead I’ll just say this book wasn’t my cup of tea.
Re-reading the Go Giver instead. CLO book club, here I come 😊
As always more to come.
I called my sonshine! Outta the blue. Just because.
Not really just because.
I called to ask him how he was feelling.
He was sent home sick from work on Thursday.
What they thought may be round two of the flu (despite the shot) was not.
Flu test negative, strep test negative.
He is loving CVS minute clinic. No appointments, no fuss, no muss.
Though my real motive for calling was to ask him why his insurance went up.
Cuz I am nosy like that way ya know.
Turns out he used his dividend to pay down the January payment.
Awwww. He was being responsible.
He could’ve pocketed the dinero.
At first I thought, naw … not my Pony.
Sure enough payments in Nov. Dec. and Feb. are identical and the Jan. dip was the credit.
Have I told ya he is turning 30 this year? I’d hope by now he’d be a grown up. Why am I so surprised that he is?
Man I feel ancient.
As always, more to come.
You may say I’m a dreamer worrier
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us me for a cure for anxiety
Because this sH!t! really sucks
All credit to John Winston Lennon. Today I learned his middle name. Too bad that took me so long or we could have named Pony-Boy Winston or I could have made his pseudonym Winston. Then he’d be a WW alliteration.
Anyway, this feeble play on classical lyrics is my way of saying I found something new. It helped me and maybe it might help you. And my tip is a little thing, miniscule really.
As if there is any other kind of phone ya know because it is 2018 after all. 🙂
Nothing out of the box even. I picked from what’s available through Apple. Before I did this, I would figuratively jump out of my skin every time I got an email, call, or text. I always did an angry growl hiss when this happened. Rrrrrrrrrr! And my heart would beat just a little bit faster!
Especially when I got a text from Lulu. Cuz you know she only reaches out to me in crisis. Or so I tell myself. When that is not even true … all the time anyway.
Now I do what B does. I told her I am old and cannot text well and with my left arm incapacitated (for infinity because you know I will milk it ’til then) she needs to CALL me. Not like I refuse her texts because that’s better than nuthing. But I get more calls and fewer texts this semester.
In fact, she called me FIRST yesterday instead of the other way around. It was about 8 a.m, but I did not answer. A taste of her own medicine? NO, I had my ringer off and simply didn’t hear it (cough, cough, excuse). Tis true. I am a notorious non-answer(er). I’m old I tell ya. I frequently lose my phone. She waited patiently for about three hours before following her call with this text “little worried you aren’t answering your phone”
Wow Helen’s Phone Calls/Calling prompt is my theme of the day on this lovely Sunday!
Anyhoo, change your sounds to something soothing. You’ll be glad you did. 5 cents for this advice as I channel my inner Lucy.
As always, more to come.
Credit to Tara aka Daisy Smiley Face. Go on, listen and then thank her for sharing this with us! Woo Hoo!!
Iconic Pink Floyd. I remember the song Money and how we would play it on the jukebox over and over again just to hear jingling cash register and the coins drop at the beginning. Songs that go on forever more musical than lyrical in some cases. Lost, I can get lost in their songs. And that my friends is beautiful.
When I saw today’s prompt – phone calls/calling, I immediately thought yes! Young Lust. Writers Roger Waters and David Jon Gilmour.
“Young Lust”
The connection might not be immediate, listen until the end for the phone call.
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Thank you Helen! I am back in 1979!
I am also now immersed in my favorite by Pink Floyd. Wish You Were Here. Writers David Gilmour and Roger Waters.
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As always, more to come.
*** Trigger warning for anyone with eating disorder ***
See feature image. Some of you will know immediately for what I am preparing. Ugh! Anyone else, you get three guesses.
February 15th is my 2nd rodeo and I swore I would not forget my 1st rodeo on February 12, 2013. But somehow I did. The mind is a beautiful thing. As I sit trying to conjure up the memory, things are vague. I know there is no pain. In fact, the sedation was phenomenal. And I get chatty when I am loopy. I said some pretty inane things that we all laughed about later.
On the plus side, I have completely forgotten how the prep tastes. As luck would have it, they have improved this process greatly in the last five years. Only 16 oz of prep/water solution in an hour followed by two 16 oz of water in two hours to be repeated one more time at two a.m. Sacrebleu! Who wants to repeat that process at two a.m? No one and I mean no one. But trust me folks that is best. Early means over and done with and only one day off work instead of two.
The only issue is that the day before liquid diet is stirring up my disordered eating. I really went all out yesterday cuz you know this is coming up and like a squirrel storing nuts for winter I kept gathering nuts or in my case eating them. I started off with my normal breakfast then things went south. Deep to the Rio Grande Valley south. I felt awful most of the day and today I vowed to get back on track. B is here and that helps me because I am too tired to hide it so I am “normal”. Poor guy has no idea this could start up again.
Truth be told, I find a sick comfort in the rigid liquid diet. Scheduled to the exact ounce and completely prescribed, color coded even. I rationalize that this is not quite like before. The old Jill was no breakfast or lunch and my sensible dinner. Thanks only to my mommy for making daily well-balanced suppers for us. Left on my own things got worse but I won’t go back there.
Now this happens, I am required for one day to follow this diet. I am worried that I could get used to this. But I won’t. Or at least I tell myself I won’t. And now I have the ability to get these thoughts out of my head on virtual paper. That helps tremendously. Back then I was all frenetic action and introspective thinking. I was perpetually hungry/dizzy and I liked it. I also liked the comments on my petiteness. And when that ship sailed I especially liked to hear:
“You look nice,have you lost some weight?”
That folks is a dangerous question. Thin is not always healthy. Trust me I know.
As always, more to come.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 