Howdy y’all. I’m a hot mess. Many swirling thoughts. Mostly goodness too. Yesterday we had a ‘chat’ at work. A follow on to the big meeting that caused many people to spin. Me? I’m a cucumber baby.
Actually we had two meetings … the all in chat, then the department level notice of re-org. They always play music before we get started and when Rachel Platten’s Fight Song started blasting, I did too. Sobbing actually. Why?
When my dear friend Cat was prepping for surgery, the one she ultimately died from, she asked us to recommend songs for her hospital playlist. Fight Song was my nominee. This song will forever wreck me and lift me up simultaneously.
Then we rolled right into Sara Bareilles’ Brave. Jesus weeps. I was a puddle.
After my good cry, I was reset. Even more than from my week off. I don’t want to minimize anyone else’s feelings but between you, me, and the fence post the world is full of whiners. In case you wonder, the boomers aren’t necessarily the entitled ones. Entitlement to me is a personality trait or learned behavior that has no age limit.
Did the news suck? Ya, some of it anyway, but that’s life. I have choices. If you don’t like it, “don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya”. Go on get outta here said in my Bugs Bunny voice over voice. Lol.
Freedom to make our own choices. I’m telling ya what. Sweetness. Maybe my old age and life experience has simply made me malleable in the best way possible. Bring it!
Okay enough blathering about. TGIR! Lemme let ya go.
I started writing blogging ideas down when I woke and couldn’t go back to sleep. Now I pulled them out trying to spark a post but I’m flummoxed. What the heck? Ugh. Well, at least the notes served their purpose of getting me back to sleep but not much here to use. Guess I’m back to MSU = making stuff up.
Funny how life imitates art some times. At work, we have challenges to earn healthy points which can then be converted into % discount off our health insurance premium. I’m a carrot and stick kinda gal who always plays. If you get 2k points, that’s 5% off the annual premium. For 3k points, you get a bonus prize. For 2021, that prize is a hoodie. Well you have me at bonus points. The what I win is of little concern.
Back to life imitating art. I watched a resiliency video for 15 more points toward the prize. Our calm spokesperson talked about how two very well known people still got nervous before an engagement. To deal with that energy, one would go into a bathroom stall and scream. Then she’d go on to give the speech of her life. Another would run up and done a flight of stairs three or four times with the same result. Taylor Swift was on to something with her song Shake It Off.
A true tip for getting the butterflies under control. The resilience video went on to discuss fight or flight and how movement, even the small act of standing up, or moving positions, changed everything. Like a steam valve was released.
Right after I watched that healthy points video at work, I was clearing out our DVR which records PrimeTime Anytime. I watched the season finale of Rebel which is loosely based on Erin Brockovich. As one of the lawyers waited in the hallway before the big court case, she was pacing and shaking her arms. Flapping like she was about to take flight. Yep, even in fictional setting, ways to demo resilience are displayed.
So, if anyone in my real life sees me in the bathroom at work, taking longer than expected, I’m likely in the stall shaking or screaming. Maybe a little of both. Gearing up to go back to the “area”. And if people don’t like it, they can send me back home. Where my ❤ is …
Tomorrow is April Fools and the beginning of the 2021 #AtoZChallenge. This year I am doubling my fun with posts flying out to twitter as well. A challenge within a challenge. Yeah buddy. We’re cooking with gas.
I just half ass listened to a podcast about hell I don’t know. LOL!! I wanted to tell ya about it but I was so distracted with work that I didn’t truly listen. Here is the gist of it: Email and Slack are killing us. Okay not literally killing us but figuratively. We’re all miserable thank you Peter Drucker. Now I have gone off half cocked from half assed. I will listen for “real” next time. Then report back. Not like I have another hour ya know cuz I don’t. And with #AtoZChallenge I will be busy, busy, busy … for FUN!!!
They’re calling me to early supper so we can watch some King Kong vs Godzilla movie tonight. HBO Max! We may never go to a theater again 😦 Which might not be all that awful.
TGIF!!! Coming at ya LIVE with revised/renewed category – Sing Along Song of the Day or #SASoTD. Sadly a casualty of the Rona … sort of…
Sing Along Song was the prompt I made for myself to add the video to the last song playing on the radio as I entered the garage and parked before heading into the Thunderdome aka the Mothership, a place that rivals the size of the Pentagon. Yeah buddy. That is a casualty! All that wasted space. But I digress.
No commute = no last song before entry. And with all the crap going on I finally caught a clue that I miss music. I always used it to heal. I need it now more than ever as a distraction. Like Meredith and Cristina on Grey’s Anatomy I might dance it out too. Icing on the cake. AAAAHHHHHH.
Since March, it’s been rough ’round these parts. Not diminishing what has happened to countless victims of Rona. But fortunately for us, we deal with that in the abstract. Sure by now we know of a friend of a friend, someone from work but we have not experienced Covid up close and personal.
Last night, my bestest friend on the planet lost her daddy after years of battling cancer. Since October 9, he had been in and out of the hospital. He managed to stay Covid free but he developed a staph infection. This past Tuesday he decided enough. No more poking and prodding. He was stopping all treatment. He wanted to go home for Thanksgiving.
When he took his last breath, he was surrounded by his loved ones. His wife of 56 years (it was their anniversary to boot, they had just renewed their vows, and he was given his last rites all on the same day), his two daughters and son-in-law. I’m told his passing was peaceful, he just went to sleep. Who could ask for better circumstance.
My friend’s daddy was like a second father to me. I spent lots of time at their house growing up. Some things I will always remember about him is that he had a hot rod car, he played the piano by ear, and he loved his oldies. Oh and I should mention he was the best friend and next door neighbor of B’s dad, our PoPo. Small world isn’t it? PoPo loves the oldies too.
As they decorated for Christmas, his music was playing in the background. Every once and a while he’d open his eyes and say “now that’s a good song”. Then he’d close his eyes again, listening. Imagining that quality time with him in his last hours makes me smile through the tears. QEPD/RIP. Heaven gained another angel.
WP won’t allow me to be mobile. iPhone or iPad. Looks like it doesn’t recognize me being logged in. I can only read posts. No liking or commenting. Ugh. I’ll move to my desktop eventually after I run through all my goodies on DVR. The addiction is real y’all. Roll call for …
This is Us
A Million Little Things
Filthy Rich 🤑
The Good Doctor 👩⚕️ 👨⚕️
Dancing with the Stars ✨
The Masked Singer
All the Datelines, 48 Hours, 20/20, 60 Minutes
All the sitcoms we watch live – Young Sheldon, Mom, B Positive, The Connors, American Housewife, Goldberg’s
Penn and Teller
Whose Line is it Anyway
All the game shows: I Can See Your Voice, Weakest Link, Millionaire, Card Sharks, Press Your Luck, Match Game, Price is Right, Let’s Make a Deal 🤝
Whew 😅 thank goodness for Prime Time Anytime auto record from 7 pm to 10 pm week days. Without that there just aren’t enough hours in the day. When I finally sit down to watch, I skip commercials and otherwise fast forward to see just what I want. Mask Singer for example, I just watch the unveiling. For Amazing Race, I watch with a pause or two to see some of the challenges but otherwise I fast forward to elimination. Anyway you slice or dice 🎲 I’ve got a problem. My way to deal with self imposed quarantine in a pandemic 😷 is to watch TV!!!!!!!!!
Blogging is also my constant companion. And work! All with a back drop of music 🎶 and reading 📖 though truth be told my attention span doesn’t allow for much reading just for pleasure these days. At least I’m back to reading some though even if not at the same velocity. Oh well. I’m not complaining. Instead I’m grateful and my heart ♥️ is full.
I’m back on the sauce which is code for watching TV. I truly thought the Rona was going to ruin my entertainment but Hollywood found a way. Not without casualties of course but that’s okay.
I haven’t done a review in a while so here’s my two cents. Bull is a show about the psychology of jury selection. Dr. Jason Bull and his crackpot team always select the perfect jury and win. Everything always wraps up in a nice neat package.
Tuesday night’s season premiere was unusual. Taking a page from current times, Bull had Covid, hallucinating a majority of the episode. One of those where he broke out into song in a TV/musical mash up. When his fever broke, we were back to reality. The new reality of today where we’re in the middle of a pandemic.
Theses actors are in a bubble, getting tested for COVID-19. Being “safe”. Another way they’re adapting is use of CGI. Bull’s daughter for example was a CGI baby. While tech has improved, Astrid was creepy. Semi-realistic but not quite right. Coupled with the random misplaced song, this was not an episode I’d watch again. Though I usually like singing, any time any place. Think Zoeys Extraordinary Playlist. But that show won’t be back until March 2021.
Overall at least they’re trying to bring entertainment during the end of days. That’s what matters. And me? I’ll keep watching. I mean what else have I got to do?
I am testing how to get videos to show with the new block editor. I always think the picture is an incentive to click. Or is it just me?? I will follow this post and see if it reverts to the link with a big blank space. That is what happened on my #SLS post.