Tidbits ~ 7/10/21

We’ve had rain for days now. The hurricane season is upon us and when things in the Gulf of Mexico stir up in just the right way, we get the benefits. Our garden loved it … at first. But now even that is a bit waterlogged. I’m not complaining though. When this weather is gone, our temps will skyrocket.

Today has been one of those lazy days. I did have to get out though. Run to CVS but before I went, I got the in-law’s grocery list. That’s when I was asked for a favor. I’m glad they asked though. They usually want to spare me or pay me or sometimes both. Since I was already headed to CVS, they had a RX for themselves which I was happy to retrieve. And mom in law had lost her cane. She wanted me to get her a new one. In pink! There was a bit of bickering going on when I got there to get the list and the credit card, trying to piece together where she may have left her original cane. Not that it mattered but they bicker. That’s their thing.

They knew I was going to the library afterwards and sent me off saying take as long as you like. Driving to my destination, I was full of memories. Our little corner of the earth. The CVS happens to be across the street from St. Benedicts and wouldn’t ya know it, when I got there, the church bells were ringing. Those are the bells B’s Grandpa donated to the church shortly after it was built. I absolutely love church bells. Hearing the sounds invoked other senses. I swear I could smell the wood polish and candle wax.

Anyway, I finished up, headed to QT for my DP Icee fix. Tomorrow we’re trying for free Slurpees. Moved along to the library. Returned two books The Institute and Ready Player One and got two replacements. Both Express Collection which means three weeks to d-day and no renewals. The two I returned were longer books which I finished in two weeks making me think I’ll meet the time limit. One of the books Bunny made a reviewer cackle with laughter while nodding in agreement and simultaneously being utterly terrified. Now that’s what I’m talking about. My kind of story.

Alrighty, enough prattling.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 7/8/21

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! A virtual scream is not nearly as satisfying as a real scream. Iโ€™m beyond pissed ๐Ÿ˜ค. I canโ€™t even find words. I thought if I came here and just started typing, a rational argument would form. But the anger keeps me from being rational. Fuck you motherfucker is all I have for now. And dammit the tears. Maybe writing โœ๏ธ out longhand will release the hounds.

As always more to come.

I Can’t Remember ~ 7/4/21

I created my Tidbits and Ramblings categories for two distinct reasons of which I do not recall which means I mix-match what goes where. Are Tidbits when I’m needing to release the hounds or is that rambling? Of course I always ramble. In fact, that was the original name of this blog J-Dub’s Musing & Ramblings until I realized how many others used some version of rambling or musing as well. Of course Grin & Bear It isn’t original. But it’s what I do and why it fits.

And at least I got reflections down pat. That’s when I look back at something. Usually. Oh hell what do I know? I should just file everything under LIFE. Ha!!

Okay. Some serious shit is about to go down. Or not because this is not my story to tell but I am impacted deeply despite being a casual observer, on the outskirts, praying.

Watching life happen to people you care about is both beautiful and ugly, tender and rough, salty and sweet. Are you picking up what I’m putting down? Yep, your smarts are obvious. I can’t pull a fast one on anyone of y’all. All y’all. You all. Ha! E’nuf of that nonsense.

I have a foreboding, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t know why I can’t be happy for this person. I keep MSU = making stuff up. I can’t forgive, forget, or trust. I’m sure that is because I was dropped on my head as a child or something. Sheesh. Seriously.

I marvel at anyone who can give unconditional love. We should all be so lucky. Hell I was the recipient of a love you know matter what you do, here for you all the time kind of love yet I can’t return in kind. I say well that’s because I never did anything so terrible. But I did worse. Iโ€™m a sinner. Depending on whose authority one judges.

And besides that’s the thing about unconditional love. It’s not about what you do or don’t do. Itโ€™s not you’re bad but I love you anyway. Unconditional love is NOT love without boundaries. I’m protecting myself in case it happens again, so that I do not get hurt.

That control thing is in the picture again. Has to stop! If I ask and get an answer, I accept the response. Done! If I’m a fool to believe, so be it. If the worst happens, I couldn’t have prevented it nor can I change it anyway. I’ll simply deal with the aftermath.

I know haven’t spilled the beans here and perhaps you’re wondering that the heck is she going on about. Donโ€™t mind me. Same ole, same ole, overthinking. Madness, pure madness.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 7/1/21

Sculpture from my branch library ๐Ÿ“š Good to be back.

Today kicked my ass!!!! My dearest coworker brought me the much needed levity as we ended our call and she said, Donโ€™t beat up anybody. Drink! You know it! Cherry ๐Ÿ’ Vanilla Dr Pepper or Coke with lime. But what if someone deserves an ass whopping? Guess Iโ€™ll Bless Their Hearts ๐Ÿ’•.

As always more to come.

Tidbits ~ 6/27/21

Title: Pony’s Birth Story.

Lots to get out of ye ole cerebrum mi amigos/amigas.

Where were you 33 years ago today? Me? It was a Monday and I was at work. Still on the phones. I had a really bad call and hung up on the customer which is no bueno. I distinctly remember the call was about billing. Hmm, the more thing change, the more they stay the same.

I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face when I ran into two friends, Susan and Isabel who told me “Jill go home; you’re in labor”. Truth. But I scoffed. “No I’m not” You can’t make this stuff up.

I stayed, until 6 pm, finished the late shift. After which I headed home to find B with his friend Donald, drinking a few brewskies, crib STILL in pieces on our living room floor.

I announced through gritted teeth, “I’m going to Lung Fungs for dinner if you care to join me”. I thought Donald would take the hint and leave but nope, he tagged along. I felt the contractions all through dinner but said nothing. The meal was quite enjoyable if I remember correctly.

Back home again, I told Donald to leave unless he wanted to witness a live birth. B and I did all the Lamaze things. The breathing. The walking. Don’t go to the hospital too early, they said. We listened. For what felt like forever, we walked laps around our tiny house, over and over again.

B was the one who finally said, “do you think it’s time to go in?” We called my parents. PoPo Jim was in Houston on business but B’s mom was able to meet us there.

We were admitted some time after midnight. My school chum’s mom was working at the front, comforting to see a friendly face. I told her this was probably Braxton-Hicks since I wasn’t due until July but she mouthed to B “I don’t think so”.

Small world that it is, a girl who B had gone to school had been taken back as well, just a curtain separating us. In her case, she got sent home with false labor. Her daughter T, who went to school with our Pony for 13 years, was born @ 2-3 weeks later.

Our brightest ball of son-shine entered the world at 2:50 am. He’s been a night owl ever since. This year, thanks to being fully marinated, he is on the third annual “b-day bonanza and other extravaganza – NM to CO and back again” road trip with friends. Having the time of his life I’m sure.

We took him to an early b-day dinner before he left where he humored me with a picture. A good one, where he still smirks but his eyes are smiling. He even has his arm around my shoulder; a side hug but I’ll take it. We’re as twinsie as it gets. He consented to taking the picture but only if I promised not to share on social media. I’m keeping my promise. Shocker I know! But this one, attached as feature, I made no such promises about. So up it goes. Awwww, our baby โค

As always, more to come.

Tidbits – Bittersweet ~ 6/26/21

I’ve got the place all to myself for the first time in forever. Up pops the memory of this song by Stone Sour “Forever feels like home, sitting all alone your own inside your head”.

Or maybe my new earworm is the result of being the last song on 99.5 KISS before I parked and came inside my empty house. Well I’m not actually alone. I’m locked and loaded, gun toting American. Me and Brutus … my pittie. Isn’t Brutus the best dog name ever?!?!? Yep I’ve gone off the deep end.

Real or fiction? You be the judge. I wonder sometimes if I should take another hand at writing a novel. The great American tale as old as time. But alas that ship has sailed.

I got a lot done in a little while, starting with cancelling my wax since my old lady hair has yet to grow out to the size of a grain of rice. I’ve reached the stage where my invisible mustache grows faster than my under arm and leg hair. I signed myself in for a trim, then ran to H.E.B for my calcium, magnesium, zinc combo that is keeping me safe from the Vid. That and being fully marinated.

My final stop was Schaffer to return The Son of Mr. Suleman by Eric Jerome Dickey. Excellent book, recommend read. The San Antonio Public Library aka SAPL pronounced s-apple has become my every three week treat. Instead of being greedy, I take out one Express Collection, today’s choice being The Institute by Stephen King. As much as I’d like to, I can’t finish two books in three weeks since work life interrupts. That’ll be a retirement perk. To read unabandoned with vim and vigor. Aren’t words glorious! Though I did pull Ready Player One by Ernest Cline off the shelf. Not Express which means I’ll have an extra week and can renew it once. The book is a recommendation from a coworker. Speaking of, have I mentioned, I have the BEST coworkers ever!!! Because I do.

Alrighty, time to dive into the pages. Not to fret, I’ll be back, like a bad penny, said in my best Arnold voice over voice. For the second time today, wishing y’all a sensational Saturday.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 6/13/21

These half baked post notions need to come out of my brain. Better out than in ala Shrek. Pony just asked me “Mom how much coke (as in cocaine) did you just do? The 80s are over.” My response was “I’m high on life, leave me alone.” hahaha! Yep I’m full of emotions, verklempt even. Ah now that’s the stuff.

  • My car went kaput. B & Pony both think the problem is the fuel line or fuel pump. They’ve scrapped the idea of DIY car repair. The only reason they were even going to try was that the Otto brothers had a fire last Sunday. closing the place down. Yep our Cheers! like garage is the only place we trust. When I’ve gone the dealer, I feel bamboozled afterwards. I’m not going out a lot but things are opening up. Being fully marinated, we’re out and about more often. Plus I go back to the office in some form come July. I shopped for shops and basically we’d be taking a crap shoot to go somewhere else. Enter PoPo. The man who helped build the Internet. Memba him? He is loaning me his Rav4 until the Ottos reopen. Yeah buddy!
  • Why is he able to do this? Sadly in April he fell and broke his femur. He had surgery and was let loose from the pokey aka Downtown Baptist hospital in May. He is now at home still undergoing pretty intense physical therapy. We’re sad that it happened but man I tell ya what, his attitude puts the rest of ours to shame. He is still our loveable PoPo, a true ball of sunshine.
  • This means I am driving Miss Daisy aka my mother-in-law. To be fair, B is too. I go by every morning and he goes by every afternoon to check on them. Praise be we live in walking distance. They keep thanking us for doing all that we need to be doing for them. They seem to forget how much they helped us out when we were first married, then more after the kids came. Every once in a while, they try to pay us! Ugh! We’ve told Pony and Lulu, if/when we need the same, they will not be paid but rather they should help us out of the kindness of their hearts โค HaHa! Then we get back some light hearted banter about how they have already picked out a place for us.
  • Today Lulu and I made pie. From scratch. Well step one of the pie is done. The crust. The rest comes later today after the dough is sufficiently chilled. My Mamaw taught me how to make pie crust from scratch. I never taught Lulu because I am impatient and those cooking lessons never went well. Now I am older, wiser, and a lot less combustible. Which means I patiently showed her what my Mamaw patiently showed me.

I went to look for my pastry cutter … another gift from our wedding (like the pie tin above) but it is gone. Likely from lack of use I gave it away or maybe sold it in a garage sale. I was going to buy another one but they are about $9. Highway robbery! LOL. Dang I am a cheapskate. Two forks for the win!

Alrighty, I’m done … for now … waiting for the dough to finish chilling.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 6/12/21

I took myself off of my self-imposed FB ban. I can be an adult. Really I can. I will choose how I behave in that space. I’ve been back about two weeks. So far all is well.

The following is what I shared on FB earlier today about my adventures which started when I took Lulu to her blood work appointment because I needed to run errands afterwards in the car we still share.

Real, fake, or imagined. What the fuck?!? My car with almost 104k miles on it, has potentially run out of steam.

Thank goodness I got done what I needed to get done before the car started stalling … fortunately too I was not on the freeway (as I had been minutes before) but on a side street, Lord Rd. of all places. Those who know know what I’m talkin about. The spirits of G’ma Sally & G’pa John probably helped me get safely home. Superstitious lapsed Catholic that I am, I did pray a few Hail Marys.

Wish us luck on Monday when we visit the brothers Otto for diagnosis of my baby Buick aka Verona Salt, not to be confused with Veruca Salt.

I inserted a Veruca Salt video but I won’t do that know …

Lord Rd is the street where St. Benedict’s parish is … the church and community to which B’s grandparents belonged. They lived in walking distance from the church and were active parishioners for over 40 years. In fact, the bell tower was donated by them when the church first broke ground.

A few folks have already responded to my FB post. The following comment, made my day …

Your authentic introspection plus your sense of humor plus your mad writing skilz always add up to a heartfelt and entertaining read. Net result: When you lose, the rest of us win. Thank you for sharing your slices of everyday life with us and taking us along on the journey. Your poor car’s misfortune is, ironically, a bright spot in my day. ๐Ÿ’•

But then there was this … from my brother … sacrebleu …

If you’re talking Temple Hill you’re out of luck. It burned a week ago, I think ten cars were a total loss or smoke damaged!

Land sakes alive! I read the news article for the details. This happened last Sunday @ 12:30 pm. They say that the cause of the fire is still under investigation. No injuries thankfully. In the blink of an eye, 70 years in business halted. But they said they will be back! I’ve no doubt.


When I was telling Pony what happened. How I made it to MoMo’s and PoPo’s with their groceries, even after stalling out, he pipes up, it’s your fuel line. B said the same thing. Since the brothers Otto are temporarily closed, now they are maybe ?!?!? going to try and fix it themselves. Oy vey. Lol.

You know I’ll write more if they start those kind of shenanigans.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 5/22/21

Princess ๐Ÿ‘‘ aka Jilly made her own coffee โ˜•๏ธ this morning. I only drink a cup once a week now. My guilty pleasure along with my breakfast offering of a donut ๐Ÿฉ. Nice ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ drizzle ๐ŸŒง going on outside. Cheers to a picture perfect ๐Ÿคฉ Saturday.

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All my rants donโ€™t have to be long, rambling, or negative.

Yay for quiet time to recharge.

Now thatโ€™s the sweet stuff.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 5/5/21

Cheers to Cinco de Mayo!

Things never come out of my head onto virtual paper the way I think they will making it hard to follow me. Today I am going to use bullet points …

  • I had to go in for more blood work yesterday, nothing stirs the worry more than blood work for cancer markers
  • No need to worry, this is standard and precautionary
  • The CT does NOT show cancer
  • The CT doesn’t show enough of anything which is why the second test is needed
  • Stick to your lists and plans that the EAP lady gave you
  • They help, they truly help

I tried to be helpful and told the phlebotomist about my soft wide easy to stick vein that John the FR told me about. Since I was still bruised, she went to the other arm. Before I knew it, she was drawing my blood. She said “yep I see what he means but when you’re as good as I am you can get blood from anything”. Score!

This morning I received an email about lab results in my patient Portal. I stayed away. Yep I sure did. No one screens this stuff. I will just find out Friday at the appointment. I admit I was tempted but I resisted. Doing so actually helped alleviate my anxiety. Imagine that?!?? lol Plus no one from the office called me. If it was bad news they’d call right?

Ah who cares?!? I’m going to make my liquid lunch for tomorrow. Jell-o that is … kind of solid but not really … qualifies as liquid for this purpose anyway.

As always, more to come.