Faux Anniversary ~ 8/2/22

I didn’t really begin blogging 7 years ago today. Nope, I started in earnest in July of 2016 because my sweetest Lulu was going way to college that August. My plan was to distract myself & boy did I succeed!!

Because WP tracked everything I see my very first attempt from this day 7 years ago. Three very short posts Hello World, Enhancing My Skills, and Books, Music, Movies. Then radio silence until July 3, 2016. I wish I could do ping backs but that’s not working. Oh well, moving along.

As always, more to come.

Share Your World ~ 8/2/22

Melanie is hosting this shindig. When I see ‘dog days’ of summer, cue Florence + the Machine. Now I have an earworm but oh well, let the games begin. I’ve no idea what happened to the default font. I would never pick this tiny text because it’s too small for my already sight challenged eyes.


Do you ever feel more excited about getting the package in the mail, rather than the item that’s in it? Not anymore but as a kid, sure. Very exciting to get mail period.

What is the difference between your ideal self and your real self?  (i.e. what attribute or physical feature would allow you feel the ideal ‘you’?) I’m as ideal as I’m going to get. And my ideal self is about anything BUT physical features. Instead my wicked sense of humor (said in a Boston accent of course) and my sparkling yet snark-a-licious personality are IDEAL. LOL. What you see is what you get. I’m as real as I’ll ever be too. Finally, only took me 50+ years to say screw that noise.

If you found $2,000 on the ground and there were no witnesses, what would you do with it? Try and find the rightful owner. I know what you’re saying. Sure Jilly, wink wink but I would & I have, not 2K but a couple hundred.

Are you ever morally obliged to take action? Under what circumstances? Oh good questions. What if taking action puts me in harms way? Who would a take a bullet for in other words or who would I drown trying to save? Hmm, decisions, decisions. Part of me says I didn’t sign up for any of the sH!t. The other part of me would react. I’m a fairly expressive person who would try and render aid or lend a helping hand.

Please feel free to share how last week went for you.   Bright or not so bright spots?
Not good at all but of my own doing. Maybe? That really remains to be seen. I was as riled up as I’ve ever been & I cried like a baby. I’m an emotional mess trying to figure out some personal stuff. After a few nights to sleep on what happened that spun me outta control, I see things with fresh eyes. And like my nephew in love tells me “the story is never finished until it is finished” I was mourning a death that didn’t occur … yet. Though my spidey sense tells me the death has already occurred & it is metaphorical. Dang y’all, I thought I’d cried all I was going to cry but what is happening hurts which means I am boo-hooing all over again. Ugh! Enough. To turn this frown upside down, you too get an earworm.

As always, more to come.