SoCS — Television You Can Sleep To

For years, and perhaps forever, my favorite television shows are Friends and Frasier. I am currently cycling through Frasier AGAIN. I do this several times a year.

They are my nigh-nigh shows.

When my husband left for … eight months that time, I had the damnedest time trying to sleep and a friend of mine told me to turn on the tv, set the volume real low and try not to fall asleep. It worked. It worked so well, that’s how I’ve slept the last … thirteen years. So, at night, I turn on whatever I’m watching, watch til my eyelids get heavy and then I usually get up, pee, turn it off, stick my earplugs in, and sleep. Some nights my eyelids don’t get heavy early enough and some nights, I never get back up. Fortunately the latter happens more often than the former.

I know it’s bad feng shui to have a tv in my bedroom. I know they say it’ll destroy our sex life. I know the light tv emits is a no-no for sleep. I know. I.don’t.care. Maybe my feng shui demands rectangular plastic to combat too much water in that room. Maybe we have to rewind after sex. Maybe every moment of sleep I get is a miracle. Maybe THEEEEY dunno my life.

The best sleep comes where for four nights straight, I have to start back on the same episode.

Reading before bed will keep me up half the night. Books don’t belong in my bedroom. The trusted levity of sit-coms is where it’s at. Some dramedies will do, but the sit-com is ideal.

Honorable mentions: Arrested Development, 30Rock, The Office, That 70s Show, How I Met Your Mother, Wings, Will & Grace, and of course, Cheers. Those are my best shows. I know them all, I can watch them with my eyes closed, although, I admit, they’re better with my eyes open.

Jot with SoCS

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 41 Comments

Go Where Now?


No. No more go today. Do not take your mama out. Your mama has picked you up and taken you out all week. Take yer mama home. Let her put her jammies on. Fetch her a nice tea. Let her catch up on her Instagram and peruse her bloggity-blogs. She wants to play Scrabble and music.

I think the only way I’d get up offa this sofa to party is if MY mama showed up.

Jot

jus19

Happy Friday Everyone!

Posted in Personally | Tagged , , | 22 Comments

#ThursdayDoors — Jot 17

I liked this day. I woke before my alarm, I have a sassy new do, work was weird, strange, bizarre, and ultimately VERY INTERESTING, Office Assistant brought in the best snacks ever, my dog jumped on my lap and licked me all about the face til I giggled, and I had dinner (kind of) alone with my husband.

jus19

JOT

Our monies attended an event wherein we all went to the local Culver’s and ate foods. You may remember I also attended one where we were forced to choke down ice cream on a sunny day? Those are the worst fundraisers, aren’t they? No cooking, no cleaning, free refills. Root Beer!

Culver’s may not be something you have where you live, so I will do my best to help you understand the love. FROZEN CUSTARD. We Midwesterners eat our frozen dairy treats all through winter. We don’t care if it’s -40, yes we would like custard. When people around here talk about custard, they mean FROZEN custard. It’s a regional thing. Culver’s serves custard, mmhm, but also every freakin thing a corn-fed Midwesterner could want. Butter burgers. Burgers fried in butter. Yes. Crinkly fries. Onion rings. Cheese curds. Pot roast sammiches. Tenderloins. (Those would be Hoosier tenderloins.) Fried chicken on a mayonnaise-slathered bun. It’s all very very good.

Tonight, I had the fish. Really I had cole slaw, some fries, and the insides of fish — Sadie got most of it. Sadie wishes she could go to Culver’s to help clean the kitchen floor.

img_0963

They’re not paying me anything, I’m just tellin you, is nom. I didn’t get any custard, because honestly, I have a pint of their custard in my freezer and that means I can have it any time I want. That last party pack came with a complimentary cooler one can take back and use to get more party packs. It’s like they know we’ll be back. Again and again.
(I guess you could go there and order soup and salad, but I dunno why you would do that when you could get a party pack… but I bet the soup and salad are yummy, too.)

The Mister and I sat alone in a booth while the teens sat with their teen friends. I tried to get a picture for my prompt of the day was “corner” asking us what was around the corner, but Moo wouldn’t cooperate, put her hoodie on her head, totally not willing to be shared on Instagram. Some other kids were into it, so I took a picture of not-my-kids instead.

img_0966

Aww! Thanks, Kids.

Anyway, then I stopped and took pictures of the doors, cause, well, life is busy, but it IS Thursday!

img_0967img_0968

Doors, meh. Thursday, yay!

#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link and find the frog.

Posted in Uncategorized | 30 Comments

January 16, 1987

That day you got a new best friend, and on your way to the bowling alley, had to sit on her brother’s lap — and you never knew you’d end up marrying him. That kid with the bony knees and a shock of thick blond hair. You’ve seen that kid in your own kids. Wild.

This is 1988 — this is 30 years ago.

 

For my friend these last thirty-two years. So grateful we fooled around and fell in love.

TEN.YEARS.LATER.

Okay, but then, as he always points out, I was in denial about all the love until year ELEVEN.

Jotted.

 

Posted in Personally | Tagged , | 37 Comments

Tuesday of Overwhelming Jotness

I don’t like to stop.
That’s a thing.
I love to start knowing I can finish. Stopping and coming back is hard, especially when I can’t finish that time, either.

However, my schedule dictates that I must stop a lot and come back a lot and it’s very disturbing to me and I simply do not know how to talk myself into how it’s a good thing, because we hates it.

I told y’all this before, but I’m telling you again so you’ll know how serious this is for me. If you have mastered the mindset of long-term projects that stop and start and start and not on your own terms, you must tell me any secrets to your success.

If it makes you crazy, too, you can tell me. This is a safe-ish space.

Because this is me, doing anything, and being interrupted by anything, losing my shit. Right now I’m in a place of only hot irons. I honestly find myself highly adaptable and fluid, but for the love of puppies, can I just get one, single, solitary freakin thing done?

*stops to eat her goat cheese pizza*

JOT
jus19

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | 31 Comments

If You Want to Enjoy My Sweater

 

So, last month, Drew showed up in this thick duster, kinda woolly, a muddled mix of popcorn and knit, heavy on texture. I loved it, cept it was predominantly black and so I told her I loved it and she thanked me and then I batted my lashes and asked her, “Do you recall, did they have this sweater in other sorta Joey-friendly colors?”
“Actually, yes, there was a cream one with blues.”
“May I see the label please?”
She graciously consented.

I went home and Googled said sweater.
I FOUND IT!
And it was sold out online.
I no could order sweater.
Well fuck a duck.
I really liked that sweater.

Because I am such a good mom, I took heed the pleas of my daughters who needed — neeeeeeeded to spend their Target gift cards and eat Homophobic chicken. Friday I left work RIGHT BY THE FREAKIN TARGET and HOMOPHOBIC CHICKEN to drive all the way home, pick them up and drive all the way back.

They’ve got goat cheese pizza at Target, you know. And they have fruit and Skinny Pop and ice cream and coffee and spaghetti and bread and ground beef and cheese and and and I did all my shopping at Target Friday instead of going to the goddamned grocery store.

They also had MY SWEATER. The very last one was in my size.

img_0907

Jot 

Posted in Random Musings | Tagged | 27 Comments

I Almost Forgot to Jot!

Snow!
We got snow!
Real snow!
Hours and hours of snow!
I dunno how many inches. Plenty.
Some things were canceled.

img_0921

Relaxing at home was NOT canceled. It was perfect!

jus19

JusJoJan

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | 32 Comments

SoCS — Just Jot Art

I find arts are deeply personal and are therefore a subject of preference. Now and again I’m awed to discover not everyone likes _____________  — twinkly lights, doors, Shakespeare! I’m frequently mistaken in assuming there are certain things we all agree on, a canon of arts so to speak, and despite the fact that my mother taught me the dangers of assumption long ago, despite the fact that I don’t understand the hype over Harry Potter, Thomas Kinkade, or Elvis, I’ve yet to learn.

A friend of mine once photographed all her objets, typing out their origins and sentimental value, a kind of inventory of the things one carries, if you will. If your things don’t have stories, why do you still carry them? If they have stories, why wouldn’t you share them?

We all do like a good story, RIGHT?!?

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Just Jot It January are brought to you by LindaGHill

 

Posted in Random Musings | Tagged , , | 40 Comments

DJ Battles

On Friday nights, we usually play musics. To be clear, I usually play musics, but sometimes people don’t vibe on my selection and we end up sorta battling. Y’all should feel sorry for me because trap music, bops, ballads, and worse yet, power ballads. Lawd.

Sassy’s deeeeep into an 80s thing lately, and I swear I hear Billie Jean and Toto’s Africa every day lately. I forgive her because she likes Wham! and she asks for Blue Monday.

Also, people in my house listen to Never Gonna Give You Up without ironic intention. In fact, half the time, I bet they do it to torture me.

The Mister still listens to the radio so he’s still a hep cat. I, on the other hand, do not. Okay, sometimes Q95, which is classic rock, but not mostly. Thus, I am destined to soon be listening to my version of the golden oldies because without young people around, how will I even know what’s current? I’ll be listening to nothing newer than 2022. That’s what happens, right? Maybe one of the young people will take pity on me and send me the latest tunes. Bubba and Sassy could do that. They know what I like. Not that they truly care, but they know.

None of this would be happening to me if MTV was still MTV. I’m just sayin.

My selection today stirred up some controversy in our household. No one here preferred the original, sorry Original Guy. Yes, yes, the piano in Johnny Rivers is brilliantly funky, but this is my blog and this is MY favorite version. I blame the Less Than Zero soundtrack. Which means I also prefer the Bangles version of Hazy Shade of Winter.

If you have to get the flu, get the Boogie Woogie Flu.
Jot!

HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE! 

Posted in Random Musings | Tagged , , | 35 Comments

#ThursdayDoors — Rescue Doors

Not too long ago, sometime during the busy scurry time of December, the boy one graduated from graduate school. We drove the drive and sat in the arena and when the ceremony was over, I fled from the milling and mingling and walked around the surrounding streets. Most people thought it was too cold to walk around looking for doors, but I was in my element. It was cold and blustery, I was alone for a good 15 minutes, no talky talky, and I got some doors!

JOT!img_0888img_0887img_0890

#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link and find the frog.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 27 Comments