My Alien Nation

Don't you just love it when you have a moment of clarity and you look around and realize you are living in a freaky alien nation?  ME TOO!  Come on now, a 100 lb tortoise was in my yard last night, just sitting there eating my orange gerber daisies and earlier I was at work today and walked into the conference room with my co-workers and found a list of future items to be completed with only my name written next to every listed item (no one else's name, just MINE).  My 12 co-workers stood paralyzed and then in an alien mob mentality veered my way as if I had intentionally used my ESP senses to corrupt the man we report to and manipulate his hand to write on the whiteboard.  Little did they know my stomach turned upside down seeing the long list as I FREAKED out.  If my alien mob co-workers really think I have this ESP thing down maybe I should try creating additional time in a day.  That would really freak people out but it would be O so FUN!
Back to the tortoise, the thing was HUGE and it looked at me with it's little eye and the only thing I could imagine was that he was on the run from this dreary city.  He was on the lamb, gearing up for the long haul and I was the only thing stopping him.  Little did he know I was contemplating ridding on his back and looking forward to the extremely light breeze he would produce.
Snap back to reality Jill, you have a 100 lb ancient entity sitting in front of you and it needs to go back to where it came from.  Luckily the audience of neighbors went on a hunt for the mysterious owners and reconvened with a suped up black truck that required two men to lift the tortoise into the back of the bed.  I swear that ancient monster winked at me as he was lifted high and dry and used his ESP senses to tell me to meet him out front next week on Tuesday so we can feel the slight breeze in our face and slowly move forward and out of the city while I sit on his back with my good book while begging the sun Gods for a coffee shade of tan.

I love Alien Nation Days, makes me realize I'm taking life a little too seriously.

My Inner Maester and a Drive-in Surprise

Who knew that change can come on a whim if you let it take shape. I'd like to think I was high jacked across state lines last month for my own benefit, to rid my buttoned up personality and shed the jaded cynicism I like to harbor. Thank you Amie and Jackie for making me strip back down to the old me. It's been a little refreshing even though I on occasion want to bundle back up and blow the bubble shield back up around me while stuffing my face full of food and having multiple anxiety attacks while watching Diners, Drive-ins and Dives (thank goodness the last attack was in Vegas).


Liberation across state lines is what I say! You just need friends, a couple of shots and a night out a the House of Blues (80's rock rules) so you know just how old you really are.



I have done more, laughed more, been more content and full of smiles just because I said "screw it" since we took a drive into that dusty and dirty sin city. I've shed 12 lbs (20 more to go) and I have left the house 4 weekends in a row (and I did FUN stuff) and saw people I love and care about. Sure there has been a Surprise and I have a little soul searching to do but I want more, more, more. For those of you that know me, can you believe that I spontaneously booked a little vacation (can't wait to go), went to an Angels game, the Drive-in, walk-in movies, water park, read 3 books (that were not assigned) and went on a strict diet all in 4 weeks? Who am I? I like the new rebel without a clause....... oops, I mean cause. Come on now, the green jaded wings I wear seem to slowly be turning a simple shade of "me saying yes to magenta and yellow steamed veggies". WTH? I'm like Frankenstein re-born without the bolts. Rebuilt from the inside out!


Funny how life works out, people or events happen in our lives and we never really know the true reasons for their existence. What propels us forward, if it good or bad can only makes us stronger. Having the cahones to be the true you is what it's really about. I locked up the true me a long time ago because judgement was always passed in my direction and I drank it up like a gambling granny with a fist full of quarters. So here I am screaming from the top of my lungs..........................I like playing loud music with an air guitar, if you don't like that my shirts too tight then DON'T LOOK, I like SMART people that are unpredictable (they are more interesting), having a code language with your best friends is COOL, Yes I will judge you by what shoes you are wearing (I'm flawed too), I get jealous, I don't like cartoons (even when I was a kid), I crave being silly and making others laugh and yes I hate the city I live in and weep knowing I am stuck here. So, in my rebellion (early mid-life crisis) I say, if you don't like it or me because of who I am it is your problem and not mine! Words I have been waiting to say for 30 years. If you judge me it will now fall on deaf ears, I've turned down my hearing-aid. Learn to live because I am. BTW...... I'm reading the first book in the series A Song of Ice and Fire, A Game of Thrones. If anyone is out there and actually took 3 minutes to read my ridiculous self absorbed rant and you've read this book and are obsessed with it as me, please talk to me about it!!!! Reading this book has made be embrace my inner nerd and it is AWESOME.


Peace out fellow maesters (are an order of scholars, healers and scientists who are trained at a school called the Citadel) Google it!