#SoCS for 10/27/18 ~ Bone

One the best things about Saturday is not setting an alarm.  Waking up to the natural sounds around me like the house creaking as opposed to an incessant beep-beep-beep is heavenly.  I slept in for the first time in ages.  This is the first day in about a month that I didn’t wake up feeling nauseous with aching bones.

Another one of the best things about Saturday is #SoCS.  Why yes! there can be more than one best.  Ha!  In my kingdom, most everything is BEST!

Speaking of best, it is time once again for #SoCS.  The lovely Linda gave us the prompt bone to use any way we want.  Decisions, decisions!

Bone!  Think, think, and think.

Got it!  Of course I do!  George Thorogood and the  Destroyer’s 1982 classic “Bad to the Bone” pops into the old noggin. And briefly a thought of the movie “Christine”.



Bad to the bone

Hey I resemble that remark.  Not for my attitude which is a constant state of trying to improve but because of my osteoporosis which I am in denial about and for which I refuse medication because the cure is worse than the disease.

Flowing along in true #SoCS fashion, I wonder who came up with expression bad to the bone?  Why have I not created that category yet?  Examples of why that’d be a great category are everywhere around us!

Uh duh Captain Obvious! Bad to the bone means deep. All the way to the bone aka the core/center. Is anyone really that bad? YES and unfortunately.  Just open up the morning, midday, and evening news.  Bombs are being sent through the mail.  WTF!

But you try to get a grip.  Think, think, and think.

Ah ha!  the Rush song “Roll the Bones”. I ❤ Rush. The thinking man’s band.

Why are we here?

Because we’re here

Roll the bones

Why does it happen?

Because it happens

Roll the bones

Deep thoughts man. Existential really. But when I get all thinking it’s no bueno. And the weather has improved and I prefer to be happy so no more talk of bone.

Yesterday I saw something similar to Gilda’s it’s always something and it makes me crazy that I can’t remember what exactly and where. I only know yesterday at some point during the day I thought “Hmm that’s just like it’s always something”

Themes seem to follow me you know. Right now I’m on a mantra kick. I cope by telling myself various platitudes … to get me past whatever ails me. Like repeating “It’s always something” on a loop.

Beep-beep-beep went the timer.  Better than the alarm.  Off to start prepping for brunch.  For early birds like me, anything after 9 a.m. does not qualify as breakfast.

Now if you like to join our group of prompt respondents, look here for the rules and ping back.

As always more to come.

Everything’s Coming Up Roses

Sing it loud with the voice the good Lord gave ya!  That is so Sister Angelee during Glee Club at good old St. Margaret Mary’s circa 1970 something.  I’ve been singing this song all morning.

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.

You see the mister decided to take the day off with me.  I’ve been good-naturedly pretending to be Ethel.  Lol!  Yes! … out loud … and in Walmart.  And getting on his last nerve.

Me: You’re gonna miss me doing this when I’m gone.

B: I’ve told you, I’m going first.

Maudlin but not.  Means he can’t live without me. Awwww.  Cue music. Ditto for me.

Any Who.  Everything’s coming up roses for me and my guy.  I had a whole bunch of thoughts popping like popcorn in my brain.  But alas, I got sidetracked and forgot most of the random stuff I was going to spew. Let’s see if we can re-create the magic shall we?

  1. Got my car back yesterday at 5 o’clock somewhere.  Didn’t go to the bar though.  I went straight home.  I am cagey in my driving because I do not want to wreck again.  I think I hit my quota though and perhaps being extra careful is how I always should be when I’m behind the wheel.
  2. I highly recommend Caliber Collision.  I gave them an exemplary survey.  I was updated regularly via text and they delivered this week as promised.  She even went above and beyond to allow me to get my car yesterday instead of waiting until this morning … which was my original reason for taking a personal day.  I feel like a princess.  My chariot is back.
  3. B is staying on … for now … past the original expiration date.  Ya see he is a niche market guy and the new owners want to hang on to that for as long as it lasts.  His current gig though time consuming and taxing has been extended because the owner who has more money than God wants stuff re-done to her liking.  How the other 1/2 lives people.  I tell ya.  What a crying shame. Or not.  I guess she earned it. Or not.  Nunya and in none of my business.
  4. After the current job, there is a little house to be done that no one else knows who to do but B and his cousin.  With at least two gigs, he will be there another year.  Time to take things day by day and hour by hour because none of us are guaranteed.  Maudlin but not.  Uh oh, a theme!

But nope.  I am done for now.  See you on the flip side for #SoCS.  Wishing everyone a VERY happy Friday.  If you are reading this, know you are loved.  Truly you are even if just by this crazy lady (me) who has attachments issues and loves the world instantly and automatically.

As always, more to come.

A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

These are the supervisors of Western Electric circa 1970 something.  My devilishly handsome father-in-law is pictured in the center.  The only female (God bless her heart) is top row right. I circled them in blue, just because.  Not suggesting anything.

Or maybe I am? What really floors me is that this picture was taken in our recent history.  Says everything without speaking at all.  And you’re thinking land the plane Jilly.  Just what are you insinuating?  Well nothing really.  You be your own judge.

As always more to come.