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.
Linda’s post with the red squirrel gave me the giggles. Emotions are bubbling at the surface. So what’s new Jilly? Uh, nothing. Absolutely nothing is new. I laughed because of the commercial for Almond Joy & Mounds that gave me my one line …
“sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t”
Well I do! I always feel like a nut. I’m not a squirrel like my author friend, one Linda G Hill but I sure am nutty. And that’s okay for me to say about ME! Whoopee.
BTW, squirrels are evil, they scare me. Pretty sure I told you all about my Perry story. Our pet squirrel growing up who got loose, bit our neighbor lady as she was drinking coffee out on her back patio, then he went away for a very long, long time never to return. No rabies but there was only one way to test for that so no Perry either. I would feed him sunflower seeds through his cage very cautiously. That was my only interaction because like I said, squirrels are evil. This red squirrel though is actually kind of cute. Anyway, …
I could go on, and on, and on but I’ll be writing a twofer today. For now, we are FIN!
This post was written for One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan the 11th, 2023 – A squirrel! HERE are the rules & ping back. Come on in & take a look around. You’ll be glad you did.
I’m late! No feature image, just the gallery above. My Ponyboy is sick with the Rona. When your baby is hurting, you hurt too no matter how old they get.
HERE are the rules & ping back. Linda’s one liner is inspirational … about courage. I LOVE it! But I’m going dark. Of course I am. I’m also writing way more than one line since this end of day has me decompressing with words. I loves me a good storytelling.
I found an old friend on FB over the weekend. For kicks and giggles, we’ll call him “Jerry”. When I was in 6th grade & he was in 8th, I had the biggest crush on him! He’d be zipping around the neighborhood on his dirt bike. Outrunning the police. Bad boy mesmerizing, And since he was a next door neighbor to my friend Lisa Ann, who I’ve written about before, for a brief time in our lives, we were inseparable. Oh to be young again with zero responsibilities except keeping your room clean & helping with a little housework. Back to my story …
I was surprised to see his name under “people you may know” & I almost sent him a friend request but alas, I’m trying to minimize my FB exposure not increase it. His feed is public so of course I read everything. Momma always said “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”. Releasing myself of a self imposed gag order, he is how I remembered him, bad boy, rebel, fighting battles no one else has any idea about but him. He was always a little bit scary, unpredictable. Our Catholic school education makes him very articulate. Those nuns taught us to read & write that’s for sure. Any grammar errors I make now are on purpose for creative license. Anywho, his one liner caught my attention …
“It’s a shame we have to check on Facebook if anyone we care for is alive or dead, that’s not life or living, it’s seclusion. Fucked Up!”
by Jilly’s 6th grade crush, in present day
Someone commented that when we were kids, we roamed in packs, always together but now we are geographically dispersed & isn’t FB better than nada. He never replied back. I think FB is better than nothing but I tell ya what, I prefer talking. Real old fashioned conversation. Something to think about any way. I may just surprise a few people with phone calls.
Not to poke fun at anyone else but I feel Linda’s one liner today. She hit the bull’s eye for me with one exception, I AM broken. Kinda, sorta, maybe? My ‘out of order’ sign has been on for far too long. Time to correct that I think.
Without further ado, here’s something from my commonplace book.
Joking has also been a means for me to avoid pain
Bob Saget, from Dirty Daddy The Chronicles of a Family Man Turned Filthy Comedian
Yep, my 4 books in 4 days goal is turning out to be more like 4 books in 5 maybe 6 days unless I ‘one more page’ myself to completion tonight! That’s right, ‘one more page’ has become a verb in Jillster’s dictionary. Move over Webster, I’m coming after ya! Nope, I’m not doing that. Too much work.
Linda is being profound today! That’s perfect. I had B set my alarm for 7:09 AM so I could wake up on my exact birthday 🥳 🎉 How silly 🙃 little Jilly can be. There has to be something lucky 🍀 about those numbers 12/21/22. Nothing lucky about missing the cut off for pension benefits that’s for sure. Had I known when interest rates go up, lump sum goes down, I may have put in my papers. Guess I’ll take the annuity for $100 Alex 🤣
Okay, back on track. Time for #1linerWeds. HERE are the rules & pingback. Borrowing from TV. This time an old King of the Hill rerun. We watched this over the weekend to distract & boy howdy did it work!
I live in a shack, I sH!t in an outhouse, & I eat what I kill so bring on the grid failure.
Chappie from King of the Hill
Too soon? Supposed to drop to the teens tomorrow. Brrrr-cicles 🥶
Same for me Linda! And that anxiety is double when you’re late for a daily post to keep the streak alive! I had a very busy day today despite being light on meetings. Thought work they call it. I LOVE thought work! It is productive eventually …
Ok, think, think, and think … write a brilliant one liner or a lame one liner as the case may be … From TV Lopez vs Lopez
Some superheroes don’t always wear capes, some wear brown corduroy slippers and white tube socks that go up their knees.
George Lopez relaxing on the couch after throwing his grandson the best birthday banger ever
I know this was supposed to be one liner but it reminds me of story. When he was little, Pony was the apple of my dad’s eye. No rules Grandpa was so much fun!! On the show George’s daughter was jealous of the grandpa/grandson relationship & in real life, I was too. But then at dad’s funeral, I got up in front of everyone & told the story of our trip to CA. How every morning, dad would dress Pony in his Dallas Cowboys windbreaker, put him in the stroller, and walk a few laps around the block. This was also a kindness to me to be able to sleep in. After that week away, Pony only wanted my dad to do things for him even over ME his momma. That made me green with envy until I really stopped to think about it. I knew daddy had more than enough love for ALL of us even if my little guy was a favorite (because he was, we all knew it). The jealousy went away and I couldn’t be more thankful that my boy had his Grandpa right there in his corner no matter what for all of his days! May the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen.
Today, 112322 is a lucky date if there ever was one. At least when written as mm/dd/yy. It’s a sign y’all. Not here’s your sign 🪧 but something much better. Today I’m quoting from my common place book. Something I jotted down over a year ago.
I was careful to present to the world an un-fractured self.
Nancy Kim in Like Wind Against Rock
Lately the fractures are showing & I want to burn bridges. I’m stuck in molasses not doing anything though. It’s gross & sticky. A terrible place to be. But like a Phoenix, I will rise from the ashes. Talk about a hodgepodge of expressions.