What Fresh Hell Is This? 7/25/19

I ended up with a peach green tea Arnold Palmer!

I thought I was purchasing regular ole peach tea.

I am in no mood for a lemonade twist.

First world problems y’all.

I am just kidding anyways.  Not even close to hell.  Might be closer to heaven.

Happy Thursday!!

As always, more to come.

#1linerWeds. 7/24/19

I was using a TV theme.  Then I switched to a from books theme.  Today I’m using the radio for fodder.

First a little departure before the one liner.  A backstory … because what does a good one liner need?  Well an explanation of course.

I quit paying for satellite radio.  I refuse to pay for air!  Instead I listen to 102.7 Jack FM.

Somehow the infotainment center in my car was bugging out on my way home from work yesterday.  I lost reception completely which required me to switched to AM temporarily.  That’s how I stumbled across the commercial which became today’s funny.

Ouch, I hurt my hammy or was that my quaddy?

Courtesy of Tom Bodett, Motel 6. 

We’ll leave the light on for you.

At the time I heard the above, I was stuck in traffic for days.  A regular parking lot y’all.  The music makes sucky traffic all better and for some reason, this one liner tickled the heck outta me.  I laughed and then I cried.

To be fair, the tears were from listening to Rachel Plattens Fight Song.   Which aired immediately after the commercial.  I suggested this song for my friend’s playlist which she used while recuperating from the Whipple.  Not a made up Grey’s Anatomy thing.  That surgery is real.  But sadly a higher power had other plans.

Rest in Peace my dear sweet friend gone too soon.  Cat Rea!!!!!! I miss you immensely.

As always, more to come.

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Rambling and Musing 7/23/19

Apparently I have no idea what clutter is …

I refrain from the heavy cleaning because once I get started I seriously cannot stop.  Thank goodness B is willing and able to do the major chores.  I stick to the light stuff.  Dishes, laundry, picking up after myself, and other things along those lines.

A while back I took on the major chore of organizing my office.  I wrote many a post about my adventures but since WP does not have the memories feature like the dreaded FB, I cannot find them.

Doesn’t matter.  Long story short, I organized my office and basically it’s still organized.  No small feat y’all and the little bit of “mess” is nothing.  Or so I am told by the family because apparently I do not live in the “real” world.  My world is the fake bubble which Jilly created.  Perhaps they are correct and my ridiculously neurotic self does not allow me to admit everything is alright.

Something has to be MAJORLY wrong.  The other shoe is ALWAYS about to drop.  Defense mechanism.  Prepare of the worst and when that never comes you can live with the steady hum that is anxiety.

You know I think they forgot.  There was a time.  I was in the throes of clinical depression.  But that was then and this is now.  And somehow I survived.

As always, more to come.

Very Odd

I responding to a WP comment from my phone.  I got a text before I could finish.  Next thing I see was a message from WP that 23 posts had been uploaded.  I guess I punched the wrong button somehow.  Now which button?  That is the million dollar question.

Only one old post actually loaded though … titled Testing from March 2019 … which I have since deleted.  Hoping I have not let any of my dark secrets outta the bag.  Oh my!  Now that would be interesting.

As always, more to come.

J-Dub’s Review of Stranger Things Season 3

*** No spoilers ***

I had already seen Stranger Things seasons one and two but B had not seen any of the episodes.  He lives under a rock more than I do. He was reluctant to join us at first but then Lulu convinced him otherwise.  We binged the first two seasons over the long 4th of July weekend.  I nice refresher for me.  Then we went right into binge season three. We finished up on Sunday July 14th.  That’s right 25 episodes (8, 9, 8) in 10 or so days.  We have no lives.  And it was hot as Hades outside or so is my excuse to be a slug lounging in front of the TV for days.  Now I am left waiting for something good to fill the void.

Three was the best season yet y’all.  I love everything about this show.  The characters are real to me.  My neighborhood had that same small town feel.  1980’s baby.  Such a fantastic job with set design, wardrobe, and all those film making terms I know nothing about.  I was dropped back in time to a point in my life that would be considered the tail end of my formative years.

Funny thing is that I usually don’t care for science fiction.  Dystopian yes … think Solent Green or Hunger Games but sci-fi not so much.    However the campy feel to this show made me ignore how unrealistic is the premise.  Yet for a moment, as we watched the action, my heart was pounding; I had goosebumps on the back of my neck and I thought …  holy hell … but what if?

If you’ve seen the show and would like to discuss, drop me a line in the comments.  I’ve read many of the articles.  I even called the Murray voice mail 618-625-8313.  lol.

As always, more to come.

 

 

For 7/21/19 ~ “We’ve Only Just Begun”

Today Jim, by way of Paula’s suggestion gives us Wedding/Marry/Diamond/Ring/Cake as prompts.

I will say as I looked for songs I became a bit irritated.  I had never noticed how misogynistic some of the  traditional wedding songs can be.  Poor little girl waiting for someone to rescue her.  Of course I am currently reading a book that is deeply affecting me and how I view society.  Makes me want to run off into the woods somewhere.  Away from all the noise and expectations.   But enough of that.  Time to move along.

I picked “We’ve Only Just Begun” sung here by the Carpenters.  While the prompt words are not explicitly part of the lyrics, a marriage is often seen as a new beginning.  Plus there is a hint at wedding from these lyrics:

White lace and promises.  A kiss for luck and we’re on our way.

Full Lyrics
We’ve only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way
(We’ve only begun)
Before the risin’ sun, we fly
So many roads to choose
We’ll start out walkin’ and learn to run
(And yes, we’ve just begun)
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talkin’ it over, just the two of us
Workin’ together day to day
Together
And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow
(And yes, we’ve just begun)
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talkin’ it over, just the two of us
Workin’ together day to day
Together
Together
And when the evening comes, we smile
So much of life ahead
We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow
And yes, we’ve just begun
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Williams / Roger Nichols
We’ve Only Just Begun lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Tratore
As always, more to come.

#SoCS for 7/20/19 ~ Frame

Howdy neighbors!  Time once again for #SoCS.  One of the loveliest of lovelies, Linda G Hill, our proverbial host with the most gives us our weekly prompt.  She writes and I repeat:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “frame.” Use it as a noun or a verb or any way you like. Have fun!

Hmm!  Think, think, and think.  The bird is the word.  Nope frame is the word.

Crap!  Effing ear worm.  Now I won’t be able to think of anything else.  Cuz the mind wants what the mind wants … you know?

The very first thought bubble when I read the Friday reminder was not the above nonsense.  Nope my first thought was freaking “Freeze Frame” by the J Geils Band.  Yeppers.  80s gold I tell ya.  I sat down and attempted to un-freeze my frame and let the stream take over but nope.  My mind kept coming back to this song.

Now that that is out of my head and maybe into yours, I will move along.

Did y’all know I was a Blue Belle?  Yep.  And what the hell is a Blue Belle? Well it is a dance team member.  And I was a crappy dancer.  I could high kick though so there was that.

Now you’re wondering why?  Just why is she telling us this?  Well because that summer in the early 80s, we went to dance camp … the equivalent of band camp … but for drill and dance teams.

Oh no I feel an American Pie reference coming on. “This one time at band camp” says Alyson Hannigan Nasty girl.  Wait “my name is Janet. Miss Jackson if you’re nasty”.

For heaven’s sake, your name is Jilly Beans.  Time to land the plane.  Tell the fine folks what else you remembered after the song “Freeze Frame”.

At dance camp, we were separated into small groups to learn routines.  I was paired up with SR and we were taught a dance to … you guessed it “Freeze Frame”.  We had a prop which was a portrait style frame.  Big enough for us to hold and stick on heads through with every click of the camera.  We wore painters overalls with neon splatter all over them.  Now I remember, this was the summer of 1982 … in the year of our lord.  May we all bow our heads and pray … that this ramble ends soon.

And FIN aka done.

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