A Little More

A little more conversation....

began my engagement with a lovely civil ceremony, am now planning a wedding, looking for a career, and dealing with immigration for Husband

there's no way like your own way
more to come,

Jilly J

Writing: Lets Try This Again…

These are my delusions of reference. Success will deliver a blade, watching the light turn red will deliver a smash, too many bites will shake the earth, slough mud, crud—my errant thoughts are like the small red bugs poisoning the feed. How can I let him heal me, when I cannot stand to stand down, cannot stand to uncoil myself long enough to chance not being able to pounce.

Posting Under the Influence

note I. the unsubtle notes of cherry drifting out of a bottle of Nyquil smell awesome

note II. Nyquil itself, however, does not elicit a reaction any different from the grape flavored Dimetapp of my childhood

note III. Husband was dubious that said reaction would persist into adulthood

note IV. Husband is now cleaning the new dinner tray he wisely placed in front of me after providing the aforementioned bottle

note V. cherry Nyquil smells just as awesome after having graced the inner most passages of one's nose


feel better all,
Jilly J

Hello world

BRB, my cup isn't full.  Not in a half empty/half full way, simply in a lacking a beverage way.

Now, where were we?

You are probably wondering where I got this ridiculous name for a blog from, which at first glance might seem grandiose and/or silly, it's actually something I say quite frequently to calm my numerous thought quibbles, but I'm sure we'll come back to that later.

It's the fourth of July; actually it's Husband's first fourth of July and I've managed to show him a spectacularly mundane time.  The rooftop fireworks are a boom-bangin and we're here, sitting side by side, watching a Brit falls for American sweetheart flick, and respectively typing away.

Thanks for clicking in.

Much Love,

Jilly J

P.S. dear Bestie, you were right, this thing you call a Tom Collins is amazing.