O M Gee ~ 1/25/22

Apple 🍎 did it again. Or WordPress maybe 🤔 ? All I know is SOMEBODY moved my cheese 🧀. I want to read and comment through my iPhone 📱or iPad like I used to but noooo. Not any longer. Seriously 😒 Meredith Grey. Why mess with perfection? I used to simply click on the hyperlink. Now all I see is dots … and the download arrow. There has to be a way. I’ll keep noodling on it until I crack the code 👩‍💻. If I’m “quiet” you’ll know why. Love to all. From the Queen 👑 comma drama 🎭

#JusJoJan ~ 1/25/22

Thanks Linda for hosting and thanks Scarlet for the prompt.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 25th, 2022, is “journal.” Use the word “journal” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I don’t recall a time when I didn’t have a journal. I got my first diary when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I was enamored by the little lock and key. I wrote daily nonsense. Fast-forward to today and not much has changed. I’m still writing daily nonsense. While I graduated from the diary to spiral notebooks, to actual journals, my process is the same. You might even say I have an online journal in this blog as I overshare my inner thoughts and feelings. I’m telling ya what. Writing is free therapy.

Not the best picture of a beautiful pen given to me at Christmas one year. The cover says From the Heart. And my current journal which still has plenty of pages left. My ritual as I more from my office to a living room recliner is sit with a heating pad and write short snippets. Brings me back to center. Ah now that’s the stuff.

As always, more to come.

Share Your World ~ 1/25/22

Thanks for facilitating our share Melanie. Here’s my two cents worth 1/2 a penny. Thanks to the Fabulous Bloggers too!

12-17-2021 Cyranny “What’s the worst day of the week for you?” Why? Everyday has a chance to be the worst. All depends on what life/fate/karma throws my way. Lol. Used to be Mondays but now that I work from home, Mondays aren’t bad. No commute. Yay!

1-3-2022 Mrs. A (Jazzocracy) Mrs A proposes a question for a future SYW. “Would you ever consider posing naked or semi-naked for the camera or a live audience (acting in a play)?” Hmm. Why the hell not? Doh!

1-10-2022 Di With the recent energy crisis here in the UK, would you prefer electric, gas, oil or some other means of heating your home? Right now we have propane. I’m not sure where it fits in for efficiency. I’m game to change it up if that conserves energy. We’re pretty conservative already. Keep our thermostat a 65 in the winter and 78 in the summer. We’ve gotten a few estimates for solar to supplement.

1-10-2022 Marilyn When this pops up later tonight, I MIGHT have thought of a few questions. Like: In your household, who takes care of the bills, taxes, and other financial stuff? Is one person responsible or is it a shared chore?And this has made me notice that my phone is missing. Oops. Me because I love it. In another life I might have become an accountant.

1-10-2022 Yinglan Not sure if this question was asked before. It’s a bit of a silly one: If you can have any one job (real or fiction) in the galaxy (yes, the galaxy, I’m widening the search radius, imagining relocation to other planets possible), what is that job? I want to be a space cowboy or a gangster of love or Maurice. #ambitions.


I hope you all enjoy answering these ‘other blogger questions’.   You may wish to pop over to their site and say hello.  They’re ALL awesome!  

GRATITUDE SECTION  (as always optional)

Who are you grateful for? My family – B, Pony, and Lulu. They keep me sane.

#JusJoJan ~ 1/24/22

Thanks Linda for hosting!

The prompt for JusJoJan January 24th, 2022, is “unbelievable.” Use the word “unbelievable” any way you’d like. Have fun!

I’m the winner today!! My prompt earned the gold statuette. Not just an honor being nominated, but being chosen. Ha! How’s that for unbelievable? Or hysterical more likely. Why is using my prompt such a big deal?

Well because when the rest of my life is a sH!tshow, I grab on to any life preservers around. The little things make all the difference folks. Things around Casa de Dub Senior are unbelievable. Never in my life could I have imagined it would come to this sad state of affairs. I hope and I pray that when my time comes, I accept help graciously instead of deny what’s plain as the nose on my face. And if I am ornery as all get out, I hope my kids do as I have instructed and release the brake on my one day wheelchair to roll down from the highest hilltop on our place. Oops. Dark humor. Unbelievable! Saying things you don’t mean to let off the steam before we all scald ourselves.

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 1/23/22

Back in Black was written to remember Bonn Scott former lead singer of AC/DC who died in 1980. I remember listening to AC/DC in a high school English class where we had to write about the meaning of the song we brought in to play for the class. Sheri picked Highway to Hell and while Back in Black came later (I think), I noticed quite a few of their songs are about death or dying. My favorite line of the song is Forget the hearse, ’cause I’ll never die. In Bonn’s case, he lives on through his music.

Also, on a side note. Happy B-Day to my B! This song was their school anthem in 1982. They played it at run through starting the football games. Fond memories of a simpler time. To join in, HERE are the rules and ping back.

Back in black, I hit the sack
I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back
Yes, I’m let loose from the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I’m just looking at the sky ’cause it’s getting me high
Forget the hearse, ’cause I’ll never die
I got nine lives, cat’s eyes
Abusing every one of them and running wild

‘Cause I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well, I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black

Back in the back of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang with a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
‘Cause I’m back on the track and I’m beatin’ the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So, look at me now, I’m just making my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way

‘Cause I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well, I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black

Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well, I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black, yow

Ah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Take my love
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Ah, hey yeah
Ooh, yeah

Well, I’m back (I’m back)
Back, well I’m (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back, back in black
Yes, I’m back in black

I’ve hit the sack

Writer(s): Angus McKinnon Young, Brian Johnson, Malcolm Mitchell Young

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 1/23/22

Feels like we’re living in an upside down world. Things at Casa de Dub Senior are no bueno, muy no bueno. MoMo is refusing to get help. I’ve lost all sympathy for her. Peace out and I’m done. As much as I love B and I truly love him to my core, I cannot be involved. I’m the outlaw. So be it. This moment in our lives is the epitome of Let Go and Let God. We cannot stress about what we can’t change. If they end up on the evening news and/or adult protective services is called, it’s not for lack of trying. What a cluster and we wait for the change that is inevitable since this cannot go on much longer. Damn you Nietzsche. We are not stronger for this …

Roll call time and after that I will finish baking B’s birthday pecan pie. Pronounced the correct way … puh-con. No peeing in cans around these parts. Alright, let’s go …

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Saturday Update ~ 1/22/22

Okay folks. I wanted to comment and like on all the #JusJoJan and #SoCS entries but my iPad WP app changed and that functionality is missing. It was forcing me to download posts. Same for my iPhone. Weird. I had to wait to get back here on my desktop. I hope this is not a sign of things to come as I like moving around and the apps allow me to do that. Never know when an urgent thought bubble must be released. Yes! Blogging it as important as brain surgery said no one ever.

Next, my kids are making me proud. Pride is a venial sin making my mama roll over in her grave. I won’t go into detail since I really dislike the posts of my kid is better than all other kids on the planet mentality going around faux book aka FB. Suffice it to say they are kind-hearted, non judgmental and that means the world to me. They are blessings with all the things and believe me we’ve got THINGS!

MoMo is off the bad drug which made her hallucinate which is good but with this new cognitive ability, she now refuses assisted living. Things were all set up for Monday but she is insisting that we pull the plug (not literally mind you). Only a doctor’s order against her competency would change things. She is demanding to change doctors!!!

See I told ya, lots of things … The care director said let’s ride it out as she changed her mind 3 times in 2 hours. Maybe she will change her mind back again before Monday. Regardless the room is hers through end of February. They will admit Mondays to Thursdays before 1 pm. She needs assistance, almost the medical max for assisted living because if she needed any additional help, it’d be a nursing home instead. She is depressed and scared and it is hard to be upset with her. But even when she was in good health, she’s wasn’t an easy person to get along with.

Dark humor is called for and we joke that maybe B or I could take her place. The room is paid for after all. Who doesn’t want a month plus of being doted on? They had me at high speed internet, wifi, and 24/7 snacks. We asked PoPo on the side if he wanted to go instead. Of course he said no. She has him wrapped around her little finger. They’ll be married 59 years in April. And more dark tongue in cheek … if they make it that long.

You see, B hit a mental wall breaking down saying what gets him the most is she going to put his dad in an early grave. Oh man. I tell ya what. Life is not for the faint of heart.

Off to catch up on reading WP. That’s self care for myself. Selfish but oh well.

As always, more to come.

#SoCS and #JusJoJan ~ 1/22/22

Top-o-the morning fine folks of bloglandia. Let’s get this #SoCS/#JusJoJan combo party started shall we? I hear there’ll be birthday cake!! Linda writes and I copy paste Your prompt for #JusJoJan and my very first birthday-Stream-of-Consciousness-Saturday is: “icing on the cake.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “icing on the cake.” Enjoy!

Hmm, icing on the cake. Think, think, and think … is that like a cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of a hot fudge sundae? Anyone else triggered by this spelling of sundae? Nope. Just me? Move along little doggy.

Icing on the cake is extra special but and it’s a big but, some people don’t like icing. They want only cake or vice versa. And Yes! When baking a cake, I do lick the beaters and I will eat any leftover frosting. Oh my, now we can have the is icing different from frosting? convo cuz ya know icing is better or maybe frosting is better? Personal preference. To not delay the answer, icing is thin powdered sugar and milk while frosting is thick with powdered sugar and butter. Mhmm butter makes everything better. Frosting for the win!!! Don’t believe me? Google it. I’ve no time as I streaming. She was red hot. I mean, she was steaming. Thin Lizzy is back in town with the boys …

Whew! I’m tired. Back to bed for moi.

As always more to come.