Jillibee'sness

Nothing personal

"...and another thing...if I take the time to clean out the pantry and re-organize the shelves, I don't appreciate you putting away the groceries any old place in the pantry," Jill said to those she loved most in the world, prepared to defend this position for all she was worth and sue for emotional damages.

It amazes me how much things like this frustrate me.  I take it personally when I see that someone has not taken the extra two steps to throw a piece of trash in the trash can.  When I see a clean surface littered with papers I hear, "this house is just another place to put my crap so I can get out to the real world where it matters" (and heaven help them if they put it on the piano and defame music and art like that)!  Everything about the nothing-ness of managing our stuff just defiles my sense of importance and yet seeing it all messy defiles my sense of beauty and pride of duty.  I am the least physically able in the house and yet the responsibility seems to fall upon me...or if I go on strike, the judgment falls upon me.

I know this is much ado about nothing that people in the house are doing when they should be doing something but I am taking nothing personally!

De-facing

My new thing is facebook. For those two of you who do not know what it is, I will tell you. It is a dangerously delicious way to waste time and invites an audience into the really boring stupid stuff I do all day.  Friends answer the question "what are you doing right now?" and it has a template that begins "Jill is..."  This is all I ever wanted, life is FINALLY, APPROPRIATELY the JILLIBEE SHOW!!  This is a scary trend, suddenly everything I do has a third person narration and I am feeding my short attention span and losing my discipline. 

Jill is blogging

Jill is teaching her daughter a new tune to sing in a couple weeks

Jill has re-discovered the song "Sunny" and sang it real loudly half a dozen times while rocking out to my "hits of the 70's and 80's piano song book"

Jill is going to take piano lessons again.

Jill needs to follow up on the Interior design book project.

Jill can't wait to stop blogging so she can get back to facebook.

See the problem?  Facebook is to writing as Mcdonalds is to home made meat loaf.  Oh my gosh, I have to go share that on my facebook status RIGHT AWAY!

No Problem

It occurs to me that I am becoming crankier each year.  At the rate I am going, I will be sitting in my rocker yelling at the kids in my lawn in about two years (I already have the rocker and we are working on purchasing the lawn...STILL working on it).  I know those of you who love me are going to try to raise an objection, but hear me out.  Once you hear the latest thing I am railing against, I am certain you will agree with me that I am off the cranky chart.

I hate it hate it hate it, when you thank someone and they say, "No problem".  NO PROBLEM?  Oh well, it never occurred to me that there might have been a problem until you said, "no problem!"  Now there is a thought in my mind that it perhaps was a problem but you are some how bigger than that and are willing to over look it.   Here, I thought you were doing something nice for the joy of doing something nice, and now I learn that you in fact got nothing out of it, not even a problem. It registered only slightly above a problem for you.  Not a joy, not a problem, just a thing you did cause you are big enough not to be bothered by doing things for people.  URGH!

And it is usually said in the non nonchalant, lazes-fare sort of "la di da, ho hum" voice.  "Oh, saving your kitten was "no problem", all in a day's work...blah blah blah"   NO PROBLEM?  Well never mind, then I will save my gratitude for someone for whom it was a problem but they were grateful for the opportunity to extend the hand of kindness in a dark dark world. 

(See what i am mean?  I am just looking for something to be angry about.  I guess in the absence of real problems i have invented a problem with "no problem").

Formal Complaint

I am still enjoying the instant gratification of Facbebook (or as I call it Facecrack).  But I realize it has been quite a while since I blogged.  I am pressed for time...off to "party" for my 3 turning 4 year old (thank you Jane xoxox) so I am going to paste the note I just wrote on Facecrack regarding my 16 year old cat who just died peacefully in her sleep in CA while I was in OH.  I don't like it.  I don't like it one bit and I do not care who knows it.  And that is why I am posting this formal complaint in hopes of REAL change that matters to us all.

I would like to lodge a formal complaint.  Since I don’t know where exactly to do this,  Facebook seems like the logical place.  I want to protest sickness, age and death.  I just don’t like it.  I want to make it stop.

 

Oh sure, I believe in the whole “going to a better place” theory.  But while these people and animals we love are off to Spiritual Disneyland we are all standing in line looking for our faith and missing them. 

 

This time it was an old cat, not even my favorite of my three cats if we are allowed to pick favorites.  But darn it, I wanted her to be here so I could take her for granted and grumble about all the things that make me aware of her presence.  This time it was a cat, but there are a lot of people I love.  One of them could be next.  I think we need to put a stop to all this before I have to lose one of them! 

 

So unless the globe warms rapidly and catastrophically none of us are immune.  We should band together and make all this nonsense stop before someone else gets hurt.