So, … A Summer of Life Lessons

… not to be confused with the Summer of Love which could also be considered a summer of life lessons.

Today my stream could be maudlin but I am hopeful.  If one reads between the lines, you may catch glimpses.  Hope you fickle bitch!  I haven’t called you bad names in a while.  Hope you are sustaining me.

I thought I might have a modified category. But in actuality, that didn’t pan out.  Why?  Because the life of a retail cashier is not amusing.  There is no humor in the stories.  Well sometimes a funny thing or two happens but usually at someone’s expense.  To me, that is not humor.

I won’t write about the panhandling addict who everyone knows.  He is told he can sit in the shade of the tree outside the store just don’t ask the customers for money. Or the moms who come in stressed out yelling at their kids.  Or the attempts to pay with cards that decline.  Or to not have 8 cents for the tax (she dropped her own dime in the till so as not to be short and get written up).

The lights are fluorescent, the re-stocking is unending, and the store has been without A/C for over a week.  Customers are … well customers.  No explanations necessary.  Her co-workers are late or no-shows while she is there at least 15 minutes early and covers shifts at the drop of a hat.  Would be easy to make lifetime employment of this and some people do.  Both A and N have told her not to do as they do.  At 26 and 31, they say their lives are over.  Don’t be like us Lulu, stay in school.

And she is returning in August to continue towards her degree in psychology having cracked under the pressure A&P.  She switched from pre-nursing which was never really her dream.   She assumed being a nurse was expected of her.  It wasn’t.  What’s weird is she went out on the dean’s list the semester before she switched majors.  She was making herself sick for those grades though.

And while she still doesn’t know exactly what she will do with the rest of her life, she knows what she doesn’t want.  Every crappy minute at the Dollar Tree is chock full of life lessons.  She endured and gained confidence.  And that my friends is worth its’ weight in gold.

I will end with a little anecdote from last night because I thought it was cute.  I want to be that G’ma.  When Lulu told me this, she said she was so relieved because she didn’t want to have to bust an almost four-year-old with only one week of work left.

Store closes at 9 pm but a G’ma and her granddaughter got there with 5 minutes to spare.  They were buying party supplies for the girl’s birthday party today.  Since the store was otherwise empty, Lulu was able to give them her full attention.  She helped them find plates, cups, napkins, streamers, balloons, snacks, candy and bubbles.  The little girl was upset … I don’t want the bubbles for babies! I want Silly String.  G’ma said no ma’am. Silly String is a mess.

Sulking the little girl crept up to the checkout and took a box of hot tamales, hiding them behind her back and under her shirt. Lulu and G’ma both saw this.  As G’ma started placing their items on the conveyor belt, the conversation went something like this:

G’ma: See that camera up there, it has eyes on you.   

Girl (looking up): So?

G’ma: So, you going to put those back or am I going to take off my flip-flop?

Girl: Put what back?

G’ma: You know what.  C’mon do the right thing. I’m not raising you to be a thief.

G’ma to Lulu: I have to teach her.  That’s my responsibility.

G’ma to Girl: C’mon, we don’t have all night.

And back went the hot tamales.

As always, more to come.

For 7/29/18 ~ Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty

I love #SLS.  I love World of Dance. I love this song. And that’s alot love on this Sunday morn.  And what’s not to love?  That sax!  I am having a flashback to the summer of 1978.  So many things to LOVE.  ❤ ❤ ❤

To join or just listen to all the great shares, here are the Rules and Ping Back

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“Baker Street”
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It’s got so many people, but it’s got no soul
And it’s taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re trying, you’re trying now
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re crying, you’re crying now

Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything
He’s got this dream about buying some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he’ll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he’ll always keep moving
You know he’s never gonna stop moving
‘Cause he’s rolling, he’s the rolling stone
And when you wake up, it’s a new morning
The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
And you’re going, you’re going home


As always, more to come.

So, … Is this Matchy Matchy?

not to be confused with matcha tea or the like.  Hey I am still channeling #SoCS.  What a fun one today.

I am a tad bit color blind and cannot match things.  Better to go basic black.  I ventured into picking up a pair of olive green utility pants.  You know because I am so utilitarian … or not! The store had on display a shirt paired with the pants which made it easy for me right?

Wrong! Now that I am home I don’t think this outfit matches.  The green in the center of the leaves is more gray than olive.  Who made that darn display anyways?  You be the judge?


As always, more to come.


#SoCS for 7/28/18 ~ T, Tea, or Tee

Woo Hoo! Time once again to let our hair down, kick off our shoes, and dance.

Wait! You sure that’s what we’re doing here?  At the b’crack of dawn on this gonna be hotter than hell Saturday at the end of July no less. Well, if you consider writing #SoCS style as dancing without shoes and hair flowing free then yep, that’s what we’re doing.

What a wonderful way to cap off my week.  Cheers to #Free48 aka weekend aka anyplace but work (I stole borrowed #Free48 from Cheryl, hoping she does not mind)  Flattery will get me everywhere I hope.  My work week was hellacious BUT and it is a big BUTT (and I cannot lie you other brothers can’t deny) emotionally I was so much better than the week before.

Why? Because I got my sH!t together.  Finally!  And I am sure I will slip back into old patterns but for now better is better.  Am I right?

Any Who, without further ado (see what I did there, rhyming poet who didn’t know it) … here is what Linda tell us:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “T, tea, tee.” Theme your post around “tea” or “tee,” or find a word that starts with “T” and talk about that. Bonus points if you manage to incorporate all three. Enjoy!

I am going for the bonus baby. Just watch me!

Tea as in sweet Texas tea is an essential in this heat.  After an extended cooler than typical Spring, Summer is showing no mercy with multiple days over 100 degrees F.  No idea the temp in C and not gonna Google it.  Maybe one of my friends to the North will do the conversion for me?

Also no tee time for me because a) it is hot outside and b) I cannot even play mini-golf so why would I try big boy/girl golf.  And golf, well that freaking amazes me!  Itty Bitty ball.  Whack! with a club aiming for some hole way down the course.   And with my poor eyesight and un-coordinated self, fuhgeddaboudit.  How people can play golf well is simply beyond me.  Talent I tell you! Exceptional talent!  And as for a word that starts with T, welp this post is riddled with them.  Some of the faves include time, Texas, and the aforementioned talent.

Geez Louise girlie, aforementioned. La-De-Da-De.  You’re a maniac, maniac that’s for sure and you’re dancing like …

Cha Ching!  Jilly Dub ends on a triple (another T word) bonus score!

Now if you’d like to join this rowdy band of prompt respondents, look right here for the Rules and Ping Back

As always, more to come.

So, … I Think We’ll Be Okay

All of us go through stuff.  Different crosses to bear.  In the immortal words of Prince Rogers Nelson

“Dearly beloved.

We are gathered here today.

To get through this thing called life.”

Life is not easy but if we are really lucky we get by with a little help from our friends so sang the Beatles.

Old me never shared that bad stuff.


You can stop laughing.

It WAS true.

Pre-blog Jilly was hardy stock.  Puritan.  Pick yourself, dust yourself off and start all over again.  My parents would be mortified at the blabber mouth I have become.

What’s new for me now is that I ask for help.  And with an overwhelming sense of the other shoe is about to drop because the regular bad stuff isn’t quite bad enough, I talked to Lulu Belle and B.  We’ve been doing this game night kind of thing and last night we turned it into our own version of what would you do if … then I spilled my guts.

Surprisingly it was the child who spoke with wisdom.

She does that for me but she cannot do that for herself.  Weird how that works sometimes.  Today was going to be rough.  I knew that.  And my heart was breaking.

When I look at her I am overcome.

So many conflicting emotions.  I want her to leave but I know I will miss her and I wish she would stay.  Watching with worry does nothing for either one of us.  I tell myself that whatever comes in the future just is what it is.  I cannot control my universe.  But I can control my reactions.  When that damn shoe does drop, I will finally feel relief. Kind of, sort of, well maybe??!?

Who knows? But I have to think that we’ll be okay.

As always, more to come.



J-Dubs Review of the Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney

This one was the book club selection for July and we will be discussing it Monday.  Can’t wait!  Excited to see what is on tap next too.  But before I get ahead of myself, here’s my take on the Nest.

The book revolves around the four Plumb siblings and has many more story lines.  I won’t spoil anything but just suffice it to say, there are nuggets of gold which delve into real human psyche – character flaws and all.  Love and acceptance or bitterness and betrayal.  What does one do when he/she loses an inheritance (the Nest) that had been counted on to cure any number of personal woes?  Does one rise to the occasion or falter?  How do you think you’d react?

Me? I’d like to think money isn’t everything.  Spoken as someone who is comfortable while not affluent.  I guess I’d be bitter over the broken promise but I’ve come to realize we are not “owed” anything.  Never count your chickens before they are hatched.  Sure an inheritance would be nice but maybe valuing people not things is better.  Actually there is no maybe about it. Chose people! Show up and but for one of them, they did just that.

I will close with some quotes that made it into my commonplace book.

“I’m curious” he said “is telling someone to relax every helpful?”  Breathe … hyperventilate, swallow … choking.  Unless admonition.

… never mind his ordinary looks.  They lent a valuable invisibility.  He overhead things he wasn’t supposed to hear, people confided in him.

She knew they called her the General behind her back and she didn’t care.  Because she also knew what it was like to grow up in a state of anarchy.

She could Google it but she preferred to wonder(ah if only J-Dub)

The shelf held nothing of value and it held everything of value

…wasn’t even sure she understood the impulse making her want to let go, but she decided not to overthink it for once. (ah if only J-Dub)

I give this book 4.28 of 5 stars.  Why? I am feeling random. Hehe 🙂

As always more to come.

Helpless Help Desk

Trying to set up automatic payments due 8/1 for the dorm.  Error message account already exists juxtaposed with your account is inactive.


You’re killing me smalls.  I called to check on a help ticket placed last week and here is how the convo went:

Rep: “Oh, we closed the ticket”

Me: “Uh why?”

Rep: “Hmmm … no idea”.

Now I sit on hold listening to gawd awful muzak. FML.

Not really, my life is muy bueno but cursing even in acronym relieves stress.

As always, more to come.