So, … Super Saturday PWAT

Nice way to unwind.  Instructor said let the feelings from this week flow onto the canvas.  Uh no!  That would become a rated R painting.  I could not do that to the poor blue bonnet stamp.

Just kidding.   I am all better.

We had neither wine nor whine at this party.  Thanks to the blogging, the conversations with Lulu, and our time spent together, I have re-centered myself.  And I have a game plan to stay this way.  More to come on that later.  Until then, here’s a few snaps of the experience.

Highly recommend and more for the killer music to groove along to while you paint your cares away.  Of course Lulu asked me twice to please sit down and stop dancing … for her sake.  “That’s embarrassing mom”.  And I did … sit down and danced in my seat instead.

Part of me wishes she understood that not a soul was looking at me.  And if they were, who cares?  As well as she is doing now, there is that little piece of her that is painfully shy and worried about what everyone else thinks.  Except at work where she is a completely different person.  Putting on her brave face.  I am already breaking a little inside at the thought of her leaving me again.  But such is life.

As always, more to come.

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Never a good sign

Looking for my phone while holding it in my hand. 😮

Though it might be like Linda and Joanna walking into a room and forgetting why they’re there or Mateo doing same.

I guess at the end of it, I really am in good company.

As always more to come.

So, … Extra Tacos

Good living pays off! Jill was rewarded for a rough week or Jill is a contradiction?  You decide.

We ran out of milk so we needed an alternative for breakfast.  The easy thing would have been to run to the ice house and get some milk.  But easy is not our thing. And yes I say ice house from habit.  So sue me.  Wait! Don’t sue me.  Do any of the fine folk from the north know what I mean by ice house? Or is that just a Texas thing? I am curious now.  Comments por favor.

Any Who.  B is working again, making it easier for Lulu and I to decide for ourselves.  We did not feel like getting out of our PJs.   So, drive thru it is.

And I have not driven through the drive thru is many months or maybe years.  I have ordered to go of course because I am a lazy not too often cook but I park and walk in.  Why?  because … well because gas is so stinking expensive.  At least that was when my OCD kicked in causing me to shun the drive thru.

Our order for today and to heat up tomorrow: two papas con queso, one papas con bacon and one papas con huevos.  Four samples of pico de gallo.  Two teas – sweet and 1/2 and 1/2.  When the girl gave me the bag, it felt heavy.  Heavier than four tacos.  But I had no reason to hold up the burgeoning line and check our bag.

Once home and checking out our loot to eat and to save for tomorrow, the first package unwrapped was a bean and cheese taco.

Lulu: They got it wrong … bean and cheese instead of papas con queso.

Me: What does the receipt say?

Lulu: Receipt is right.

Me: I’ll go back or we can switch.  I like bean and cheese.

Lulu (as she takes a peek at the rest): Oh wait! We have six tacos!

And sure enough, two extra bean and cheese tacos were slipped into the bag.

Now what do we do?  Someone behind us or in front of us likely did not get a correct order. And as sure as I would’ve gone back to get what we ordered, why not go back when the wrong order is in their favor?  Of course they cannot re-sell the tacos after we’ve already touched everything. But still.

Anyway, we now we have extra extras.  Maybe that makes up for all the times we got all the way home and something was missing.  Happens more often than I can count which is another reason for parking and going inside.  I can watch them pack our order.  They have a much better success rate at the indoor to-go line than drive thru.

Even with the mix-ups, I am so appreciative of their efforts.  A very tough job especially with sarcastic customers like me ;).  Cheers and thank you to everyone working in food service.

As always, more to come.

 

#SoCS for 7/21/18 ~ Organ

Good morning!.  Time for another edition of #SoCS.  Linda tells us our prompt is organ. If you’d like to join in, here are the rules and ping back.

Hmmm.  First thought is organ grinder.

What the heck?  No research in flowing streaming so I must go with what I know.  Reminds me of a monkey.  Organ grinder may have something to do with the circus.  Sweet little monkey just like this one, and this one, and this one.

When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing nothing is going right … Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there … to brighten up even your darkest night

How did those lyrics get in here?  Scram!  Oh wait.  That’s because of the monkey.  He is my friend. That’s right bitches.  Ugh! why you gotta be so mean Jilly?  Get back to Peace and Love.

This has been an exhausting week.  And not just for me but for many.  I get that.  I’m not the center of the universe.  I am but a speck of dust in the cosmic waves.  Inconsequential.  I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and the behemoth that is the company I work for would not skip a beat.  Life as we know it would continue on seamlessly.

Let’s face it folks, everyone is replaceable.  And some of you might disagree and that’s ok too.  Facts speak the truth where emotion lies.   And my emotions have been lying to me all week.  Getting me down as I am busting my ass.  And for what?

Well that’s the proverbial question and self reflection I need to do to get right in my head.  But not today.  Not right now.  I am writing about organ.  And since organ grinder is out, I will go with organ transplant.

In the last few weeks.   In real life or TV.   I have come across storylines involving organ transplant and being on the list.  From heart to kidney.

  • Dear sweet friend’s father.
  • Co-worker of B.
  • A character on Code Black.
  • Contestant on Shazam.

Each case is gut wrenching because who gets the organ goes through a system.  Top of the list.  And is getting to the top of the list an objective process?  We’d all like to think so but is anything in life really objective?  Sometimes people are left without options.

In then case of a complete stranger being a match, going through the transplant, and  then being a supportive audience member while the recipient competed, well not a dry eye in the house.  At the end of this, the miracle of it all is really quite fascinating.  To give new life by means other than birth.  Definitely puts things into perspective.  Makes my bad week not so bad.

On that note, I wish each of you peace of mind.  I hope you have a Super Saturday.  Go forth and spread kindness.  That is what we plan to do.

As always, more to come.