I am very much enjoying Linda’s story. Good times I tell ya. Today the prompt is trigger. Here are the rules and ping back.
I’ve spent almost the entire day working on taxes! I guess I should’ve started this post with a trigger warning. I am no accountant but I am a cheapskate who has decided that income taxes are simple enough math for us to do our own. That said despite B having become part of an LLC in 2019. We have personal taxes and the LLC stuff. I learned a boatload last year. Hoping they did not change the rules on us too much.
Keeping it short and sweet so I can mentally take a break and zone out.
Jim gives us Chat/Laugh/Rant/Scream/Talk. Oh the possibilities. I ultimately landed on “She Talks to Angels” by the Black Crowes. Writer(s): R. Robinson, C. Robinson.
She never mentions the word “addiction” In certain company Yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now Pulls those shades down tight Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain come The pain gonna make everything alright
Says she talks to angels They call her out by her name Oh, yeah, she talks to angels Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes, the hair is from a little boy And the cross is someone she has not met Not yet
Says she talks to angels Says they all know her name Oh, yeah, she talks to angels Says they call her out by her name
She don’t know no lover None that I ever seen Yeah, to her that ain’t nothin’ But to me, yeah, me Means everything
She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls those shades down tight Oh, yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes The pain gonna make everything alright Alright, yeah, heah
She talks to angels Says they call her out by her name Oh, yeah, heah, angels Call her out by her name Oh, ooh, oh, oh, angels They call her out by her name
Oh, oh, oh, she talks to angels They call her out Yeah, ee, eah, eah, eah, eah Call her out Don’t you know that they Call her out by her name?
I almost wrote 2020. I’m still in the mode where I have to think about what year we’re in. This past week was a doozy. Some good, some bad, some everything in between. But that’s life. AmIRight?!?!?
Now for the roll call. Drum roll puhleese! Rata-tat-tat Rata-tat-tat Rata-tat-tat Ba-dum-tis!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the #JusJoJans in da house even the combos with #!linerWeds. and #SoCS
#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~ 1/23/12 – Doh! I typo-ed on #JusJoJan & #SoCS taking us back to 2012. I think I get to correct typos but oh well. I’m letting sleeping dogs lie.
If my count is correct I wrote 12 posts last week. Not counting last Sunday’s week in review. Yeah buddy! We’re cooking with gas. Or some such figure of speech.
We had some tech issues with our ISP creating havoc on our work from home set up which caused a tizzy. I was thinking I may have to get a dispensation to return to the building. There’s a pilot going on that could be full but I think if my internet could not be salvaged, I’d get an exception. Or I’d park outside the library with my laptop and catch their free Wi-fi. Either that or get let go after almost 37 years!!! Ugh. Worst case scenario girl was in full blown panic. Not sure what my Pony Boy would’ve done but I think his employer might have a similar set up.
However $500 later, we are back in bidness. Our own equipment has made all the difference with one day under our belt. Appears our situation with this unnamed provider is not unique. In reading the chatter, we saw several other folks with our issue where new modems and routers did the trick. We got the new router months ago. A new modem on Wednesday. I was off Thursday and then Friday was flawless. Fingers crossed for more flawlessness going forward.
In other news, Lulu’s doctor’s appointment had good results. We tried not to think about what if but early in the week, it was all we could do. We expected a repeat of You Don’t Need An Ovary To Have A Puppy. She has an all clear and a path forward. More bloodwork on 1/28/21 and another follow-up appointment on 2/3/21. And we are NOT doing the “what if” dance. It’s nothing til it’s something.
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 