01/01/2023 – J-Dub's Grin and Bear It

#SLS ~ 1/1/23

Published on 01/01/202301/01/2023 by J-Dub8 Comments

Prompt is garage rock. I remembered Metallica’s Garage Days Inc where they covered a bunch of songs. I picked Stone Cold Crazy originally by Queen. Enjoy! HERE are the rules & pingback.

Writer(s): Brian May, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor

Sleeping very soundly
On a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There’s a rumour going ’round
Gotta clear outta town
Yeah, I’m smelling like a dry-fish bone

Here come the law
Gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, I never
I never want it any more
Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor

Crazy
Stone-cold crazy, you know

Rainy afternoon
I gotta blow a typhoon
And I’m playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore
Cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone-cold floor

Crazy
Stone-cold crazy, you know

Hit ’em up

Walking down the street
Shooting people that I meet
With my rubber Tommy water gun
Here come the deputy
He’s gonna come and get a me
I gotta get me get up and run

They got the sirens loose
I ran right out of juice
They’re gonna put me in a cell
If I can’t go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell?

Crazy
Stone-cold crazy, you know

Ow!

#JusJoJan ~ 1/1/23

Published on 01/01/202301/01/2023 by J-Dub12 Comments

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 1st 2023, is “resolution.” Use the word “resolution” any way you’d like. Have fun!

I can’t keep resolutions so I don’t make them or maybe better said resolutions are daily goals to keep me moving forward. I’m actually okay at that part, my life is a continuous work in progress & that requires resolve for lack of a better way to explain it. Resolve is not resolutions or is it? Curious minds want to know. LOL Everyday I’m shuffling …

HERE are the rules & pingback

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

Published on 01/01/202301/01/2023 by J-Dub7 Comments

This might be a long ramble. Not only a week in review but the year’s highlights. Last night at midnight we had a barrage of fireworks that felt like they went on forever. The loudest in the almost 23 years we’ve lived here. I’m not sure if the events were truly celebratory. It was almost as if there was an irritated undertone.

After these last three years people have something to say. Or I’m making stuff up again. I do that a lot doncha know. Self preservation technique in the absence of evidence my mind fills in blanks. The problem with that is I lean towards negative since I’m worst case scenario girl.

Last week was nice at least. I was off Monday & breezed through an easy work week getting out early Friday. I had time to get my work organized & primed for success in 2023. I returned my 4 library books & got one more that is saving my life. I’ve needed the escape. I’m turning to my self help techniques more often. Reading, music, & laughter key among them.

I have cried more in 2021 than my first 57 years combined. My health issues continue. I’m destined to be in chronic pain. But my angst is more emotional. The constant physical creates a mental state that is fragile to say the least. Not like I can wish myself well but I can think myself worse if that makes sense. This twisted feeling in my gut is worse when I’m not zen. The pain floats from back to front eluding firm diagnosis. Is this all really nerve pain that radiates? I’ve had all the tests, most more than once. I’m at the it is what it is stage telling B to make sure my autopsy unveils what’s been missed.

Alright enough feeling sorry for myself. I’ve far more blessings. Not to minimize my fee;ins because that is toxic positivity or so I learned this year. There is someone who said it better but basically this is not a contest for last place in the world of hurt department. Our feelings are valid, we are valid.

Now for the roll call …