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.
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.
GRATITUDE SECTION 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.
The first thing I thought about when I read the prompt words was the song that follows. That’s Life ❤ by Frank Sinatra, Songwriters: Gordon Kelly L / Thompson Dean K. Life is doing that to me lately, kicking me in the teeth. But today is another day & I feel better. Not going to say I’m over my troubles yet because my acceptance is only going to happen once I’m dead, by default. Instead I’m living with the pain. Helps me see true joy though.
This week the theme is a song about Illness, Injury, Scars suggested by Angie of King Ben’s Grandma. Thanks Jim for hosting! These prompts fit my mood. I picked Scars by Rush. Writer(s): Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson, & Geddy Lee. I’m not feeling terribly chatty, I just love the bassline in this song. Hope you enjoy too.
Oh the joy this past week has been. Said in my very sarcastic and disingenuous voice. For there is no joy in Mudville, mighty Jilly has struck out. Get it? A poem from my 8th grade memory banks has resurfaced. Can I get a do over please?
I did a lot of strolling down memory lane last week. Looking at scrapbooks and other assorted memorabilia from my youth. It got so bad that at one point that B came to me sitting on the floor in my office, took the scrapbook from my hands, made me stand up, and hugged me. For the longest time, he said nothing. Then gently he said Jill, this has to stop, you’re only hurting yourself.
We’ve had the discussion many times before. I can’t make people act a certain way, the way I would act in the same situation. To be loved just as I am, just for simply existing. Some people flat out don’t care and others care too much. Guess which group I fall into?
What galls me the most is how I sit around waiting for scraps. Any little bit of acknowledgement, I glom over & hang onto for dear life. Gives me hope for something more concrete one of these days. And I panic because I feel like I’m running out of time.
No roll call today. Instead I will wallow in my self pity party. Those sad soirees are happening more frequently than my liking. I promise I won’t stay here long. I just need a break from pretending I’ve things all figured out. Yeah I know, I wasn’t fooling anyone.
Good morning fine folks of bloglandia!! The final Saturday in July 2022 is here. Woo to the Hoo. Not sure why I’m in such an all fire hurry about except maybe this means we’re one step closer to the fall. C’mon September!
The lovely Linda G Hill writes & I copy paste: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy! If you’d like to join in, HERE are the rules & ping back. Game on!
I am awash with emotions at the thought of bonus points! Okay, we have derailed, earworm alert, I was born late, meaning I took on the likes of a generation ahead of my own. This is a South Pacific moment! The musical opened in 1949! Was later made into a movie. Could have started as a book? Who knows because this is stream & I’m not stopping to research.
Bet there are some of you reading this post who have no idea what I’m talking about. Funny how some songs hold a memory or two. I never saw the musical on Broadway but the movie is something we would’ve watched as a family. Which is why my first thought when I saw wash was this clip from the movie version …
Alrighty, on tap today is a piercing for Lulu. I’m riding along so we can share a nice breakfast & to get out of the house. Well that and to scope out an artist for my first tattoo. Nothing good can come from staying inside feeling sorry for myself. P/T continues with no harm despite not much improvement either. Our leak from yesterday was fixed & we’re still on track for Monday delivery of the new refrigerator. I’d say that’s pretty darn good. Wishing you a sensational Saturday my friends!
We bought a new refrigerator to be delivered Monday. To prepare, we moved the old one out. We were planning to take it to the place in Rocksprings. Win/win.
That’s when we found out the dang thing had been leaking for who knows how long. You see the ice maker stopped working some time ago. B is usually very handy but he didn’t think he could fix it & didn’t even try. Despite the ice maker being turned off, we never turned off the water line leading to it. Now that everything is out of there, the darn water won’t stop running. A very steady but not terribly fast leak. Now we need a plumber before we can get the refrigerator.
We’ll have to give up the old refrigerator. The back side is completely rusted out. Oy vey! Never a dull moment at Casa de Dub. I freaking give up. But looking on the brightside, at least we have water. Thank goodness it’s FriYay! Alrighty, tat-ta for now.
I’m back in physical therapy (P/T) giving it a 110% chance to avoid more invasive treatments. Of course my MSU = making stuff up is sure it’s cancer. Deep in my bones cancer is where my crazy mind goes.
To be fair, I hurt almost constantly. I get relief when I sleep and for a while in the mornings. Sitting is worse than standing. And today I’m beyond sore because I got an adjustment yesterday after P/T. Felt good while the angel who is Christine was working her magic and the ice afterwards was as fan-freaking-tastic as I remember. But right now it’s ouch 😣. She warned me I’d feel it today but also if I stick with her, I’ll improve. No skipping for me. Gentle yoga type exercises and at-home P/T stretches at night, for life.
I go back to my PCP for reassess once I run through these P/T sessions. There’s a plan B if I don’t improve. You’ll be the first to hear about it here.
Oh and on a positive note, a friend who I went to elementary school with works there. Last time I saw her was 1977! She told her coworkers about a party I had at my house. She remembered some sort of game we played where we followed strings. Kind of like Twister with thread. She had no idea 🤷♀️ why she’d keep that memory. She said probably because it was fun 🤩.
I’ve no memory of any parties but knew that had to be my mom. She was a planner & I’m pretty sure the party game was all her idea. My relationship with her was complicated for reasons I’m just now coming to terms with but this made me smile. Cheers to more pleasant memories of the woman who loved me when no one else would.
Okay, time to get to work. Boo! I’d rather stroll down memory lane a bit longer. Oh well! Until next time.
Another from Bob’s Burgers. This requires a backstory. Another family trip from hell. The family is taking a snake 🐍 back to some sanctuary. Their guide is riding along with them. The convo went something like this …
Bob: Are we almost there?
Guide: Yes! We’re 10 minutes away …. Uh from it being another hour & 1/2 until we get there!!
Bob’s Burgers 🍔
Now that’s funny 😁 (or not). Speaking as someone who took a ton of road trips growing up, this was very relatable.
Melanie provides the questions & I toos in my two cents, worth 1/2 a penny due to inflation.
What mythical creature would improve the world most if it existed? A fairy who could make pain disappear. Not just physical pain but mental anguish too.
Should the death penalty be re-instated? Why or why not? In Texas, we have the death penalty & the distinction of being #1 executing on average 12 people a year. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. Makes me sad, I guess. Very, very sad that there isn’t another alternative.
Spontaneity Or Stability? Depends on the situation, mostly I crave stability & fortunately I hit the jackpot with that but every once in a while to be spontaneous is exciting. My goal one day, if I ever get my head on straight again, would be to get on an airplane to anywhere with only my purse. I could buy what I need when I get there or better yet go somewhere that doesn’t require me to need very much. If only, …
Can a dog/cat suffer? What about an ant? What about a plant? What about a bacteria cell? Why do some humans think we’re the only species that does suffer? Your thoughts? Yes a dog or cat can suffer. As for ants, plants, or bacteria cells, I have no idea. Humans are one of the most egotistical of the species which is why some of us (not all) think we’re the only ones who suffer.
What are two things that have brightened your day today? First, I accidentally slept past the alarm. I quit snoozing after reading an article that said I’d feel better if I just got up with the alarm. Going on two years now, I just get the “eff” up. Today after a bad yesterday & for reasons that will be kept under wraps, I said ‘eff’ it, I’m going to snooze today. Only I hit stop on my alarm instead of snooze. Oh well, I got an extra hour!! I must’ve needed it. Second, I learned a trick for a new tool at work where you right click to open a tab in a new window then you can toggle back and forth. This tip will make for smooth sailing on an upcoming assignment.