#SLS for 9/22/19 ~ “Short Skirt, Long Jacket”

Jim gives us the prompts of Clothing/Hat/Pants/Scarf/Shirt/Shoes/Tie.  I picked Short Skirt Long Jacket by Cake.  No real reason.  Just because.  Hope you enjoy.

Rules and Ping Back

“Short Skirt / Long Jacket”

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket……

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng…. lonnng jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At Citibank we will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car that will get her there
She’s changing her name from Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Mccrea
Short Skirt Long Jacket lyrics © Stamen Music
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#SoCS for 9/21/19 ~ “wrap/rap”

What’s that I hear?  Badge contest!  In October.  Marking my calendar.  In the meantime, what time is it?  Game time!  Time for football.  Friday Night Lights.  Homecoming was last night.  I’m happier than …. Well I’m happier than insert southern colloquialism of your choice.

The loveliest of lovelies Grandmaster LGH or Linda G Hill tells us your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wrap/rap.” Use one, use both (for bonus points), use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!

wrap/rap, think, think and think

Hmmm!!!

That’s a wrap!

Uh no!

That’s NOT a wrap J-Dub

A wrap is a wannabe sandwich

Sure they’re might tasty and all but you’re just getting started

I like all music and rap is no exception.  Though not an aficionado, you were there at the beginning.  The 70’s man.  That was our time!  And on that note:

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your girl starts acting up

then you take her friend

Songwriters: Nile Rodgers / Bernard Edwards

“Rapper’s Delight” turned 40 years old on September 16, 2019.  And don’t get all PC police on me.  I enjoy this song.  So sue me.  Wait don’t sue me.  Some may say misogynist, not just this song but the rap genre in general.  I say baloney, salami, baloney.  Do what we did back in the day.  Make up our own words.

Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn

Say if your boy  starts acting up

then you take his friend

If you’d like to join in and/or see what others have offered up from their own creative minds, follow the link to the Linda G Hill Gang of merry prompt responders.

As always, more to come.

TGIF 9/20/19

Four score and seven years ago

Wait!

Not 87 years ago.  And I’m no Abe Lincoln.  Not even close.

More like 35 years ago, morning after the morning after Friday the 13th or September 15, 2019, and today.

I cannot take moon pictures to save my life.  Though I’m mighty proud of the third one.  I threw in the toad in for good measure.  Reason – Mr.Toad was out there moon gazing with us and he was a fitting addition since we’ve been on his wild ride enjoying our lives as we smell the roses.

B humored me by taking the “now” picture.  I told him it was the only gift I wanted for our anniversary and it worked.  The before and now pictures are pretty popular these days … this is us improvising.

As always, more to come.

Another Anniversary

Pre-blog. I put this on FB 5 years ago. I’ve always written to expel the demons. Even as an itty bitty.

B “I wonder who I pissed off to get this payback”

Me “no one, shit just happens”

~Wednesday September 17, 2014 Methodist Hospital ER 11:58 p.m.

I am a firm believer of that. No assignment of blame. Sometimes things just suck for no reason in particular. Oh and I also believe in miracles and that unicorns fart rainbows … NOT! Or do I, … maybe I do!!!

Blood has ruined my favorite comfy capris and B’s Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt is toast … because when your nose starts bleeding and won’t stop, you don’t think about anything else … you race to the ER meeting the doctor there, ignoring the looks, stares and sympathetic glances. Hours pass by and the stains have set in … to remind us that it could be worse, it could always be worse.

Of course I can say that NOW, since the crisis was adverted.

I am no doctor but I am positive that all that Naproxin he was taking for his back contributed to this inability to clot because the last nose surgery under worse conditions did not have this particular side effect. If I was a doctor or other healthcare professional, I might find this all in a day’s work and be quite fascinated. I am not however.

I did keep it together until all was well again. I know if I get this out “on paper” I’ll have a writer’s catharsis. The second act is my verbal release: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, now that feels better. Except I’ll probably be all Lady Macbeth “out damn spot” for a while. Deep breath in and slowly exhale.

Hug your loved ones, don’t be shy. Say what you mean and mean what you say ala Dr. Seuss’s Horton. For I too believe in things I cannot see or hear. Life is too short to do otherwise.

Act of Contrition

What follows is the one I learned way back in the 70s … my first confession scared the Beetle Juice out of me.  I am sure I had already sinned at that early age of 7 or 8 in the technical sense of what constitutes a sin but I hadn’t done anything to write home about.  Twas the beginning of my catholic guilt which continues to this day. Hole in the ozone, caused by me …  single-handedly.  Seriously?  Yes Meredith Grey.

O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, Who art all-good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin.

Now comes the blasphemy part … or what some may think of as blasphemy.  I’m going to say something here with no disrespect intended.  Having to place a disclaimer like this sort of alludes that I am about to offend people right?

Maybe.

But I’ve been thinking … night a day kind of thinking.  About important stuff.  Like the state of our union and all that jazz.  And I think people have become down right mean.  Not you fine folks. But people at large. Thank goodness there are still good people in the world 🌍 Of that I am sure.  But what is front page and in my face lately makes me cringe. And I think why can’t we all just get along?  Naivety at its’ finest.  Think about it though.  Maybe we’re making things too complicated.  Maybe kindness, humility, grace, contrition, and forgiveness could save the day.

When it comes to the Act of Contrition, I think we should sub out God for husband/wife/son/daughter/family/friend/foe/random human being of every race/creed/color.  Of course if YOU want to, then YOU can keep God or god or whatever spiritual muse (if any) you believe in. I simply ask that we add the others folks along the way when the time comes.  People think words fall short but we have to start somewhere.  We should apologize when there is something for which to be sorry. Then the next step is to act contrite by more than lip service.  Make amends.  Go out and live your best life allowing others …. dare I say helping others to do the same.

See simple.

As always, more to come.

Happy Anniversary 🎉🎉

Well with things that have happened lately … some stuff which has made the light of day and other things which have not, we opted for a quiet 35th anniversary. We ate a late breakfast at Denny’s followed by watching the movie IT and then grocery shopping. Since we missed lunch, we opted for a very early dinner at Pappadeaux followed by Baskin and Robbins ice cream of course.

Now I’m paying the price. I haven’t recently blogged about my medical meat market woes but things have not gone away. In fact, they’re worse. On 8/20, I was prescribed an RX that I’m afraid to take until today. Now I’m throwing caution to the wind. Happy Anniversary 🎉

An unlikely source, our Pony Boy convinced me. He says “mom unless you have a gaping wound or something really bad doctors can’t diagnose you first try. Take the damn medicine and if it doesn’t work tell her and she’ll give you something else”.

Hmm 🤔 and here I wanted a diagnosis first then a prescription (not a could be … sounds like). My response was “if I get kidney cancer, I’m blaming you”. That was on the insert as a side effect. No joking. Plus I’m prone to kidney cysts. Every CT or MRI I’ve had shows them. I’m told they’re nothing and shouldn’t hurt. But something hurts. Regardless I wouldn’t blame anyone least of all my boy.

Now you all know the origin of my moniker: J for Jill, Dub for last initial, and “Grin and Bear 🐻 It” for story of my life.

As always more to come.

#SLS for 9/15/19 ~ “House of the Rising Sun”

I’m going to start adding #SLS for better locating in the netherworld.  I’ve heard hashtags are passe but who knows?  Only the Shadow, least of all me. Bwhahaha

Jim our host with the most gives us Floor/House/Roof/Walls as prompts for today.  I picked “House of the Rising Sun” and I think there could be doubles or triples but I’m not looking at anyone else’s until later this morning.  Enjoy!

Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I’m one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time that he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done,
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train,
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many young poor boys.
And god, I know I’m one.
The Animals
Songwriters: ALAN PRICE
The House of the Rising Sun lyrics © Emi Music Publishing, Beechwood Music Corp., Ole Cantaloupe Music, HANSEATIC MUSIKVERLAG GMBH & CO KG, KEITH PROWSE MUSIC PUBLISHING CO LTD, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC OBO COLUMBIA PICTURES MUSIC GROUP