What is on your music playlist right now? That’s today’s prompt.
Well, I don’t have a playlist because I’m not 13, but I will tell you who my one of my favs is at the moment.
Jelly Roll with “Dead Man Walking.” This dude is actually a rapper who is the same age as my middle boy, Josh. How did he end up on Octane on Sirius/XM you might ask? Cause this song is a rock ballad with a great hook. It’s a damn ear worm, is what it is! I only heard a piece of it today because I’d just pulled up to my brothers house, and it’s been in my head ever since! He sings what sounds like country/rap/rock songs with such soul. This is what a self described pos with talent can do.
He’s hard to look at for some people, but listen and trust me, this song will make you a believer and possibly a fan. I don’t care for rap, but if he did more songs like this…
Normally, getting back into my exercise routine and sticking with it makes me feel strong. Even if it’s just a walking program that I do every day, slowly increasing the distance until I’m at three miles a day again would be fabulous. However, my body has other ideas lately. Is it from sitting around so much when I had COVID, losing my dad, not dealing with my grief or am I just that out of shape…and how did I get THIS out of shape?
Another thing that makes me feel strong is making my own decisions. Feeling like I’m in control and not doing something to always please someone else. Not that I mind pleasing others, it’s what I do. I’ve been caring for or taking care of someone for so long, I am finding it weird having no one but my pets to take care of. My husband, he takes care of himself and no amount of suggestions or pleading from me will change that. I love him, don’t get me wrong, and if he is sick, or hurt, of course I take care of him. Volunteering is one of those things I made the decision to do. Spending my own money to take a course to learn something new is another.
I spent four and a half years in the Army. I learned a great many things, one of which is being independent. Letting someone take care of me is hard, even after thirty plus years, but since Dad passed away in November, I’m finding it just a little bit easier.
Today’s prompt for Bloganuary is this one: What is your favorite quote and why?
“Risk is the price you pay for opportunity.”
I don’t know if it’s my favorite because I like what it says or because it’s the only one I have memorized, but I totally believe the quote. I’m not sure who said it. Do you?
Say you never take risks. Not only would your life be boring, but you would never discover the opportunities that are out there without taking some risks.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 21st, 2022, is “mission.” Use the word “misson” any way you’d like. Have fun!
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The Mission
Henry was on a mission to find that fatuous dog of his, Blue. He’d run off into the woods barking after something (probably a wild turkey) and now Henry couldn’t find him. He had lost the sound of barking due to the trees, wind, and other wildlife in the ten wooded acres he owned.
One day Blue had run under the gate and wound up in the neighborhood horse ranch. It took Henry literally one hour to convince Blue to come back in the yard because his silly butt was too busy acting superior around the resting horses. He’d pranced to and fro, nudging the horses with his nose, trying to get them to play, yet the entire time Henry was freaking out, just waiting for one of them to get mad at Blue and kick the tar out of him.
Luckily, he convinced him that time. Now he was off on another crazy mission, trying to catch whatever it was, maybe a squirrel, maybe a rabbit…who knew?
Henry told himself it was about time for more fences and gates, this was nuts running through the woods like this. He had gone about two miles before he finally saw what Blue was after. It couldn’t be real! It looked to be a wild boar! How did that thing get on his property? They are mean and tough, not something Blue should be messing with. Henry found himself in a real pickle this time. What was he going to do? Frantically thinking for a solution, he remembered two things at once; the toy bone in his pocket, and the phone in his hand. With that he could dial 911 and they might send a hunter out in a helicopter and shoot the wild pig. Henry could distract Blue with the bone and hopefully get him to leave the pig-but what if the thing charged at Blue…or himself??
He watched a few more minutes after dialing 911 and decided they didn’t have time to wait. Henry hollered “Blue!!” as he was throwing the bone as hard as he could behind himself, so the dog would run back toward the house. Fortunately, when Blue took off and the boar no longer felt threatened, he ran the opposite direction back into the woods. Henry hightailed it back toward the house feeling very lucky indeed!
Once he got back to his own yard, there was Blue, down on the ground in front of the back door, chomping on his toy bone. He gave Henry a smug look as he opened the back door and called him inside. Henry thought, “Well! That’s the thanks I get for saving your life.” Smiling and shaking his head, he went to the kitchen to make them some dinner.
I know it isn’t customary to write a story for SoCS, but when I saw the dog, the story just practically wrote itself and I had to run with it! I hope nobody minds. Besides, nothing going on around here today but me staying in out of the cold!! I thought it would be a good day to get caught up on writing, emails, Spanish lessons, and maybe as a reward, I’ll work on some Diamond Art! Wish me luck! (Dave is home and sometimes throws a wrench in my plans, lol)
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