But I did answer. Sucker that I am and it was the blood bank. And since I am not type O, they need me. I told the guy I just donated. Seems like it anyways … right here.
Of course, I did not have this timestamp available while on the phone so I made another appointment. Google save me! I checked “how often can one donate blood?” Answer: Minimum eight weeks – 56 days to be exact. Google save me again. “Calculate duration between dates” Answer: Oops, only 50.
I need liquid courage for this stuff. Water not wine .. the elixir of life. Or is that blood. Ugh! Guess I will bump out that appointment. My never again is around the corner.
As always, more to come.
Songs go in a perpetual loop in my brain. And weird things spark different tunes. I just finished reading Dangerous When Wet: A Memoir of Booze, Sex, and My Mother by Jaime Brickhouse. I wrote a little review on Goodreads. Very short and sweet:
Unconditional love of a mother for her child. We should all be so lucky to have a “Mama Jean” in our lives.
Though in hindsight, maybe not. The expectations of perfection may have driven him to drink but those same expectations may have also saved him. If I have learned anything in my short life, one cannot save someone who does not want help. Recovery is a tough nut to crack.
When is the shade coming up Jilly?
Well, as I read this memoir I thought of the fictional Less Than Zero by Bret Ellis Easton. Debauchery. Not saying Jamie (IRL) is Julian (fictional) though there could be some similarities. What got me to shade was the soundtrack for the movie based on the book. Bangles covered the song “Hazy Shade of Winter” most excellently. Haunting and fitting for the theme. The original was a Simon and Garfunkel gem. I now share both, beginning with the homage. Hope you enjoy!
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Good morning y’all. Howdy and how goes it? Time once again for #SoCS. On tap today, Linda says and I repeat … Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “shade.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Shade hmmm …
Turn and face the strange
Nope David Bowie song move on down the shady lane. Last time I checked changes are different than shade. As so is turn and face the strange.
Shade, think, think and think.
I just wanna throw some shade. But I am repressed. Don’t laugh. Tis true. I am a good girl and good girls don’t throw shade. Instead we become passive aggressive until it all bubbles out unexpectedly and at the most in opportune times. But nope not today. I am happy. Save your tears for the pillow Abby Lee Miller. I wonder whatever happened to her. Just not enough to stop and look her up.
The only other shade I can think of is the real Slim Shady aka Marshall Mathers aka Eminem. Some years ago, I watched the movie 8 Mile which was about his life story and a tough one to watch. And just like that a Cupcake Wars from 2012 is on the TV playing in the background where the theme is a festival of lights on the Magnificent Mile. Ya I know Detroit is not Chicago but mile is mile and MM is Marshall Mathers . Or Mickey Mouse. Get it? The connection. As loosey goosey as the relationship is, there is one.
Oops there goes gravity and that’s the news I’m outta here ala Dennis Miller.
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