#SLS ~ 1/29/23

The prompt is new wave. Woo to the hoo! Thanks Jim for hosting. HERE are the rules & ping back.

So many songs to choose from makes picking one to share very hard. I’ve previously shared a few here on my blog already. Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads or Rock Lobster by the B52s. Devo’s Whip It or Duran Duran Rio. See what I mean. How can I pick just one? Finally I opted to go with Blue Monday by New Order. Writer(s): Morris, Stephen Paul David; Sumner, Bernard; Hook, Peter; Gilbert, Gillian Lesley. HERE are some wiki details.

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you’ve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn’t for your misfortunes
I’d be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(Grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)

Hope you liked my pick of the day. The lyrics are dark but the juxtaposition is this song has a haunting beat that you can dance to. Or pogo around until you fall down. Either way, enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

As always, more to come.


Sunday Reflections” A Week in Review ~ 1/29/23

I know I over use this phrase but dang where has the time gone? January is almost in the books. I wish things would stand still for just a second before barreling on, day by day.

I learned something new this morning. We dropped off groceries at B’s parents, as they slept. It is just easier because we can put everything up instead of them insisting to leave it only to find things for the fridge out the next day. As we left, we heard the stickiness of the floor on our shoes. I start to tell B something about their housekeeper/nurse/jill of all trades, 65 year old Michelle, that surely she knows how the mop a floor. B tells me that he heard from Kenneth that particular cleaner is used to avoid falls. Who the hell knew? It’s supposed to be sort of tacky. And all this time LuLu & I thought she couldn’t rinse a mop. I kind of thinking it might be a tripping hazard to get stuck but what do I know.

Alrighty, enough of that. Time for roll call. I almost made the entire week with twofers but yesterday, I read my book & watched The price of Glee on TV. Mindless, nothing day. After baking a cherry cobbler that is.


The Usual Fodder

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan & #SoCS ~1/28/23

Linda writes & I copy paste: Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 28th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “throw in the towel.” Use the phrase “throw in the towel” somewhere in your post. Enjoy! WoW 😮, the final #JusJoJan & #SoCS of 2023 is here. Blink & 1/12 of 2023 will be in books.

Throw in the towel isn’t in my vocabulary. I’m a dog with a bone. Ruff ruff 🐶. I can’t remember ever quitting anything. I do remember continuing on through the sludge when I probably should’ve quit. Ugh 😑 And that’s all she wrote.

Join you if you can. HERE are the rules and ping back. Hope everyone has a sensational Saturday.

As always more to come.

Friday Free For All ~ 1/27/23

Sticking to my two-a-day workouts for January mind bending experiences, I’m rambling nonsense. Where are my bee pictures? I’m saving WP real estate & my media is 80% full. Guess the bee pictures will have to stay in FB land.

I worked for a boss once upon a time who had a peach orchard as a side gig. He knew first hand the importance of bees. When people would say You catch more flies with honey, he’d respond Nope! you catch more BEES.

The Texas Department of Health & Human Services are bees in my opinion. Stinging lil bastards. I could tell you all my trials and tribulations but it takes too long. Short story, today’s follow up to obtain personal records to which I am entitled ended up with me being hung up on twice & then an escalated complaint to the Ombudsman’s Office. OO bite me!

The last time we had this situation, B helped me. Pretty sure I wrote about it too but I cannot find the post. Today I told him, you need to leave this room. LOL

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I may need to take a road trip to m*therf**cking Austin. How much you wanna bet that the people who are responsible to answer my inquiry work in a call center in Cleveland? C’mon, let’s make a pool. What are the odds that little Jilly would drive all the way to Austin for nada? Except to be arrested for trespassing on government property. Guess I should get an attorney on speed dial.

Seriously, I won’t do anything of the sort. I’m a little yappy dog who just yaps away. The mo-fos.

And with that happy FriYay!

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan ~ 1/27/23

Linda says Your prompt for JusJoJan January 27th 2023, is “amenities.” Use the word “amenities” any way you’d like. Have fun! Kim provides the word of the day. Woo hoo! Visit Kim’s blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while you’re there. HERE are the rules & ping back.

Well alrighty. Amenities. I’m a snob. I want the spa in the hotel I stay in, with room service, a swimming pool, and stunning views. When I was growing up we vacationed pulling a travel trailer behind our Ford station wagon with a way, way back. Sometimes the KOA campgrounds had fantastic amenities & other times just running water.

Little bratty Jilly would say “when I grow up & have my family, we’re staying in hotels”. Then as an adult, I realized the price point, camping was way more affordable. Plus the important part was the places we were seeing & experiences we were living. Big Bend, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Pikes Peak, the Royal Gorge, Carlsbad Caverns. Indeed, I had/have a charmed life. Where we slept at night was secondary.

One year I remember going to California with just the station wagon & staying at motels. This was a smaller family trip since my two of my older brothers were working & did not come with us. I had just got my license so my dad & I split the time driving. When you’re going IH 10 west, after you get out of Texas, it is flat and straight with little traffic for much of the way. The allure wore off real quick. One year we took the train from San Antonio to Santa Barbara then rented a van to drive to Lompoc. The amenities on the train were seriously lacking but the experience is one I treasure to this day.

As always, more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 1/26/23

I met up with some former coworkers this morning at the mothership. Yep, that’s what we call the home office. I will repeat that until my final day. I love the connotation of being unique … like from Mars, going to the mothership. Not in a drink to kool-aid way. In a we are united in mission & purpose kind of way.

I got six hugs people, count them, six long overdue hugs. Feels good to be around people again. Only 20 minutes, not nearly long enough, still felt like we packed in the important stuff. And I made people laugh. I’ve decided that’s my life’s goal. We need more laughter. I have no filters & at my advanced age, I’ve earned the right to say any fool thing that pops into my brain. Well not exactly. I will behave. Mostly. Sometimes. Rarely. Or when I have to behave.

That’s it for now.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan ~ 1/26/23

Thank you fine people of bloglandia. I couldn’t be more pleased. It was my honor to be nominated …

Oh wait! I won?

Well, if having your word of the day featured then yes, Jilly you won!


My family is my ❤ My definition of family is expanded given my life experiences, it is not traditional or linear. Taking it up several levels, humans are my family. That means you who are reading this post. Right now. You’re family. Hi Mom! LOL.

Ya, that’s extreme maybe but I feel what I feel. After 58 years on this planet, I haven’t quite figured out how to tamper those feelings. Sensitive, look it up in the dictionary & you’ll see a picture of lil Jilly.

I found more family recently. Well not recently, over a year ago in December of 2021. On my freaking birthday. That has me in a tailspin and I failed dismally. I want a ‘do-over’. I keep thinking if only I had approached the situation differently, I’d get that unconditional love we all crave. Hence my attachment to my dogs, they love me like I hung the moon, without any conditions whatsoever.

Despite my failing, I’ve come to some conclusions that have helped me grow. DNA without experience does not make an automatic family. Sometimes friends & non-blood relatives are more like family. I cannot make people like me just because the same blood flows through our veins.

If the situation was reversed, I’d be 100% all in no questions asked. If my parents were alive, they would be leading the charge for reunion. But, and it’s a big but, the situation is not reversed & everyone is entitled to their own opinions. I’d be a hypocrite to say otherwise.

Damn that hurts to say it out loud. I have to accept their lack of response to my awkward attempts to connect which feels like indifference to my existence. At least I quit saying I think they hate me because truly how can you hate someone you don’t even know? I may not like these terms we’ve come to but I have no choice but to accept that ‘it is what it is’. I cannot force myself in where I do not belong. And on a positive note, I now have an Auntie who has accepted me sight unseen. Without her, I truly think I might go right over the edge.

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I really just want one conversation with those non-responders, to ask some questions that I was unable to answer in my genealogical research. Then I could move along. Or more accurately, I want a relationship but time for that is short. I accept that others don’t feel the same. Of course, I’m told by a few souls who I have confided in that it’s not over until it is over. Expect nothing but never lose hope. Thank you fictional Charlie & George Reade.

Closing with a quote The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”. You see blood is thicker than water doesn’t mean your blood kin will accept you. It means that warriors who do battle together (blood of the covenant) are closer than brothers & sisters (water of the womb) who do not experience war. Any soldier will confirm this is fact. Band of Brothers. And while I am not a soldier & have never been to battle, life can be that way. Not the same mind you, not even close but experience counts for a lot. So to my family who I grew up with, thank you for everything. I love you more than words can say. You’re stuck with me no matter what.

Written for Daily Prompt #JusJoJan the 26th 2023. HERE are the rules & ping back.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan & #1linerWeds. 1/25/23

I wish I had a “how I know” method to measure my activity too. Self care coloring is the best & it’s now new. When I was a kid & the 64 count color box was the best present on the planet, my sister-in-law would sit down & color with me & my niece. We’re talking 45 plus years ago. Awww. I have not thought about that in years. I can picture us sitting around the table at their lake house, placemats pushed to the side. Each had our own coloring book. Talking, laughing, living in the moment without a care in the world. My niece recently turned 51! But Wait! I’m only 39. How does that happen ??!? It doesn’t. Ha-Ha.

Written for One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan the 25th, 2023 – How I know. HERE are the rules & ping back.

As always, more to come.

Wily Wednesday Story Time ~ 1/25/23

My two grand pups are over 12 years old now & I wish I could put them on the carousel spin it backwards to heal their displaced hips & assorted aches & pains. They aren’t up for walks anymore which makes me very sad. They practically pulled my arm out of my socket at first but we got into a groove & the pace was good for all three of us. Dogs are the best! There’s a theory about me & my cohort. That we may like animals so much because we ourselves are wounded. After thinking about it, that doesn’t bother me too much. Some dogs are better than some people.

As always, more to come.

#JusJoJan ~ 1/24/23

Linda says Your prompt for JusJoJan January 24th 2023, is “ideal.” Use the word “ideal” any way you’d like. Have fun! Astrid provides the word, woo hoo! Visit Astrid’s blog to read her posts and say hello. HERE are the rules & ping back.

Ideal is a pretty high bar to reach since the synonym for ideal is perfection. If only, …

Short & sweet today, just a jot. I’m off to the orthodontist. I’m officially 1/3 of the way through my treatment. Getting out of these Invisalign trays will be ideal.

As always, more to come.