Thursday Thoughts ~ 7/15/21

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 …

As always, more to come.

#SASoTD ~ 12/18/20

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.

Here is today’s pick.

Shout/sing it out folks!!! Wishing you all peace.

As always. more to come.

Every Song Takes on a Special Meaning

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.

As always, more to come.

Testing Testing 123

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.

Never Say Never

I said I would never pay for air again.  I wrote a few times about my experience with Sirius XM … here and here and here.  Most recently my June 1 free trial expired.  While I was being the other F word, frugal, B had a small baby package for $5.47 a month (fees and taxes included).   I had forgotten about this until I was checking my account.

Last week I had some odd voice mails and text messages to punch in my code.  I ignored all the phishermen but after speaking to a rep, I decided to change my password.  That is how and when I found the $5.47 a month was now $22.02 a month as of July and had jumped to $22.02 for the first time in June.  Automatic renewal after expiration or some such mess.  Oh no, no, no, no not me, oh no, no, no, no not me … thank you Joan Jett ear worm.

Where was I? Oh ya, Sirius XM.  Never say never.

I called to inquire.  All sweet because ya know the Rona has me behaving better.  And 14 1/2 years in customer service helps me understand.  I asked how I could lower the price or I’d be forced to cancel.  I know we can afford $22.02 a month but I live like we can’t for Armageddon.  One never knows when … uh now.

But I digress.

I was offered a one year deal but I had to pay in one lump sum.  With the deal they would credit me $22.02 for July.  I lost June’s 22.02 but didn’t push it.  The deal was too saaaaweet to complain.

Now you might wonder, how did they get me?  When I swore up one side and down the other that I would not pay for air.  The mad ad men needed to do that.  Oh no, no, no, no not me, oh no, no, no, no not me.  Somebody stop me.  LOL.

Well I’ll tell ya, it was the online radio for my iPad, my desktop, and my iPhone plus the truck.  All four for $8 a month.  I have enjoyed this immensely.  It’s likely how I reconnected with Ms. Jett and the Blackhearts.  80s on 8.  Yeah Buddy!

As always, more to come.

#SAS ~ 6/2/20

I used to write more frequently about the brain trust.  Family dinner conversations taken to the next level.  Despite the stay orders and cooking at home, we’ve not had any of those in quite some time. Things changed after the divorce and re-ordering of life.  Not mine … Pony Boy.

Once again we are together. Our original family unit of four as we talk around each other.  About superfluous things.  Facing the truth is hard y’all.  I’m not gonna lie.  Facing the truth might end us.

Now I have to ask, would that be awful?

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Yea I know this a romantic song.  But that one line is universal. Cliche’ or not …

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. 

The short answer to the question “would that be awful?” is no.  Not necessarily.  What’s way worse is continuing down a path of unfulfilled.  Pound by literally added pound. Deflecting and projecting is way worse.  I want to be brave.  To face the truth head on no matter the outcome.  And who knows, we might be surprised by all of it?  One can hope.

As always, more to come.

WP block editor – I’m about to be sol

While I’ve ignored the message gracing by homepage, I’ve seen lots of posts regarding upcoming changes to WP on June 1.  Being  a self-proclaimed luddite, I’m waiting until my script gets flipped.  No practicing.  I will either sink or swim.  Like I always do.  When in doubt charlie out or do the left click, right click shuffle.  I hope the platform doesn’t become a ghost town.  I’m not sure how I’d start up any place else?!?!?

Here’s a cover that explains what I hope will happen.

Truth be told, I prefer the Gloria Gaynor version.  Oh well.  Wish me luck!

As always, more to come.