Everyone around me is dropping poundage that I’m picking up. Ugh my lack of testosterone. B and Pony don’t even try.

I was trying until today when I decided to go to Sonic Happy hour. I ordered regular and she rang up large but I didn’t correct her. Empty calories were calling my name so sue me. 🙃

#SLS for 9/29/19 ~ “Folsom Prison Blues”

One might say two was enough but isn’t three the charm?  Sorry Jim but one more just in case.  When a song fits the theme AND mentions my hometown, it’s a must hear.  Rules & Ping Back.

“Folsom Prison Blues” Writer(s): JOHNNY CASH
I hear the train a comin’
It’s rolling round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on
But that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
But those people keep a movin’
And that’s what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

#SLS for 9/29/19 ~ “Train, Train” & “Princess of the Night”

Jim tells us This week the prompt is Train songs.  My first thought was Johnny Cash.  He has a train song or two.  But then I wanted to be original and with Johnny, I’d likely be a copy cat.  I search the recesses of my brain and the obvious choice became something by Blackfoot.  And why not “Train, Train” for it’s blazing harmonica that sounds just like a train!  1979 Gold.

Then B comes in here and asks me what’s the topic for today (he secretly enjoys the #SLS challenge as much as I do), he suggested Saxon’s “Princess of the Night”.   What a blast from the past!!

I couldn’t decide and then decided not to pick just one.  On this non-Tuesday, I offer you a two-fer.  Enjoy!

“Train, Train” – Writer(s): SHORTY MEDLOCKE

Oh, here it comes

Well, train, train, take me on out of this town
Train, train, Lord, take me on out of this town
Well, that woman I’m in love with, Lord, she’s Memphis bound

Well, leavin’ here, I’m just a raggedy hobo
Lord, I’m leaving here, I’m just a raggedy hobo
Well, that woman I’m in love with, Lord, she’s got to go

Well, goodbye pretty mama, get yourself a money man
Goodbye, pretty mama, Lord, get yourself a money man
You take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave if you can
Oh, take that midnight train to Memphis
Lord, leave if you can
Oh, take that train, baby


She used to be an iron horse
Twenty years ago
Used to bring the mail to me
Through the ice and snow
I’ve sat alone and watched her
Steaming through the night
Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

Speeding, sparks like lightning
Engine working hard
Furnace on the foot plate
Shining in the night
Iron striking metal
The sound of racing steel
It’s all I ever wanna hear
It’s music to my ears

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky
Steaming red hot pistons
See the wheels flash by
Hear the whistle blowing
Streaking down the track
If I ever had my way
I’d bring the princess back one day

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
(sky, sky, sky)

Here are the rules and ping back. 

#SoCS for 9/28/19 ~ “ent” “ten” “net.”

“Hello! I’m Troy McClure. You may remember me from such self-help videos as Smoke Yourself Thin and Get Confident, Stupid.

No you’re not Troy McClure.  You’re silly Jilly.  And getting warmed up for #SoCS where today our guest host Dan says:

This is Dan from No Facilities, filling in for Linda. Contrary to my usual style, let’s cut the chit-chat and get down to business. Here’s your SoCS prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ent” “ten” “net.” Use one, use two or use all three (bonus points for using two, double-bonus points for using all three). As Linda would say, use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!

How do you like that?  A test.  This is a test of the emergency broadcast system.  This is only a test.  And there is extra credit.  I like the nightlife baby, she says … Let’s go!

RIP Ric Ocasek.

For ent, all I have is ENT = ear nose and throat.  I think of lil Pony getting tubes in his ears at age 3.  After that, he never had another ear ache again but by then he had lost 10% of his hearing in his left ear.  Poor lil guy.  All better now.

Ten makes me think of my buddy Dave.  Cancer survivor and overall great guy who I have known for 50 years!  Hard to believe we are that old since when I see him, we are six years old and in first grade.  His standard shtick on FB to anything that is family related,  not politics, and NOT over all general bull shit, is to comment by throwing up a picture of a ten.  Like this …

Image result for the number ten pictures

A picture really is worth a thousand words.  Maybe I should become a photography blogger?  Hmmm, moving on to net.

I was good at the net.  Pride is a venial sin but I was really good if I do say so myself.  What net?  The volleyball net.  Setter to the stars!  I stunk up the place when I started playing way back in 3rd grade.  By 4th grade, I was most improved.  By 7th grade, I made the all star team.  As a freshman, I made JV.  Sophomore year, I was on varsity.  Or I should say I got to practice and go to the tournaments with varsity.  Norma was our starter and she was way better than really good.  I wish I was still playing.  The game as I once knew it has been taken to an entirely new level.  LOVE watching these days but would really love to get back out there on the court.  Without breaking an arm of course.

And fin! If you’d like to have fun too by joining this merry band of prompt respondents, here are the rules and ping back.

As always, more to come.

Back Into The Hive

First I ask:

Is a fine line between love and hate the same as the fine line between

Want and Need


Crave and Addiction?

I hadn’t drank coffee in months. I was doing well. Feeling the same. At least I wasn’t feeling any worse. Though there are days.  Lawd yes, there are days.

Then I returned to the mothership aka the behemoth that is home office. With that comes Starbucks in easy access.  I maintained willpower week one. Then week two all bets were off. I even brought my own cup. A tall nonfat decaf no whip cafe mocha was my way of economizing. Wallet and waist. Still not good as I partook for three days in a row. And the bagels … so … much… bread. With honey walnut cream cheese.

I’m sorry not sorry. I’m tired of feeling guilty for eating. I can’t go back to starving myself for some ideal.  All this IF is triggering to me.  IF = intermittent fasting.  Dammit I am going to eat.

And what I am writing about above happened back in July/August time frame.  I just didn’t post it right away because I had included some personal stuff regarding lil Lulu.  I axed that part for consumption on another day … or not! Any hoo, I am back at the mothership for good.  In July and August, I was just a visitor.  Lord help me.  I am in trouble.

B was told he really should consider losing some weight at his last check-up on 7/5/19. In typical B fashion, he said nothing. He stopped using creamer, cut back on dessert to Friday only, and cut out most bread. We noticed but didn’t talk about it. He’s down 22 lbs since then. Imagine if he really tried. I’d like some of that testosterone.

As always, more to come.


Lemons, Maui from Moana, and the Purge

I posted this yesterday.  Then promptly found my first lemon.  Which is good because I am making a mighty tasty lemonade.  I re-connected with a former teammate who I may never have seen again had it not been for my move.  She is someone who our former boss sat next to me on purpose telling us we HAD to become friends.  We didn’t HAVE to do anything.  That happened all on its’ own.  Yay for catching up.

Today I was at an offsite planning conference.  The theme was luau.  Our host is a fantastic guy.  He wore a Maui costume.  Hilarious.  Basically was like skin-tight bodysuit with fake tattoos all over, giving the appearance of being shirtless, grass skirt, and of course the black curly wig.  Convos were sort of like this …

Thanks Moana!

I’m Maui

Hey C, are those your pajamas?

No! it’s a costume

You sure?  Looks like your pjs

I’m sure, I bought it off Amazon

You can see his jiggle

Oh my god, I meant his middle

I’m still laughing

In between the obsessing of course

I had a VIP meeting tomorrow that was cancelled for like the 4th time.  The other cancels were re-scheduled but this time no new planner was forthcoming.  My mind goes crazy with making up reasons for the cancel, that probably isn’t a cancel but rather an un-invite because why?  well because … you know they must hate me.

Me to friend – should I text big boss and see if meeting is really for sure cancelled?

Yes don’t overthink, just do it

Me … never did – over thunk it of course

Me at home to B … I’m gonna text big boss about cancelled meeting, tell him I will be offsite but available if anything changes

B – you just said it was cancelled

Me – yes but I don’t want to be offsite again tomorrow if I’m needed onsite

B – didn’t you just say the meeting was cancelled?

Me – yes off of my calendar but maybe there is a new planner I didn’t get

B- then you didn’t get it, so you don’t go – sheesh

Well of course, that is logical but why be logical?

I’m dying of esophageal cancer anyway

Not today but maybe

My anxiety is not a joke or meant to make light of someone diagnosed

I am waiting for my other shoe to drop

I’m worried and not taking that damn medicine which I took for about 4 days and promptly stopped when someone shared on FB a warning that Zantac causes cancer.  This med I took is the pharmacy grade of Zantac. The package insert says may cause kidney cancer.  Seriously??? Yes Meredith Grey.

This morning I spit up bright red blood.  A minuscule amount.  I flossed; there were no bleeding gums.  Blood came from my nasal area most likely but I am sure it is acid re-flux turned esophageal cancer despite no other gerd type symptoms.  All day today my throat was sore and I hurt … achy all over.  I pounded down a boatload of Halls for temporary relief of my throat.  Nothing cures the aches.  Nothing quite like writing out my stupidity.  Damn that purge felt good.

See you later folks.

As always, more to come.