Life laughed at my weekend plan.

Last week, my kids were on Fall Break. Since I had some vacation time to use up, I decided to take off work so I could be with them. We didn’t plan a trip, we just decided to have a staycation of sorts. Except this was going to be a Staycation of Productivity! Oh, I could see it clearly…I was going to have five whole days to do the things I normally don’t have time for. I was going to clean out closets and make phone calls and donate clothes and just generally GET! STUFF! DONE!  It was going to be magnificent and I was already patting myself on the back for everything that was going to happen.

On day two of my five days of PRODUCTIVITY & ORGANIZATION & EXCELLENCE I heard a knock on the door.


Me: Uh…hello?

NCV: Yeah, Hi. Did someone order the Nasty Cold Virus?

Me: No! There must be some mistake!

NCV: *Checks list on clipboard* Nope…I’ve got orders to blow through your family and lay you out flat for the next 72 hours.

Me: But I’ve got things planned! I have a list of things to do! I have to ACCOMPLISH ALL THE THINGS!!

NCV:  Sorry Sweetheart. I’m already here. So grab your box of tissues, a blanket, and turn on America’s Funniest Home Videos because we’re gonna get real cozy for the next three days. Now, where’s the remote?

Me: *sneezes* NOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOoooooo!!!!!!!

I had to learn how to let go of my dream of being productive and surrender to sweet siren song of the recliner and hot tea. I didn’t want to spend three days parked in front of the TV, huddled under a blanket but really I just didn’t have the energy to do anything else. When I say this cold laid me out flat, it really did. Well, it mostly laid me out in a semi-reclined position (because of the, you know, recliner) but I just had zero desire to do anything else other than blow my nose and watch AFV with my daughter and eat carbs.

I finally just had to accept that the best thing I could do was rest. And so I did. I rested, I napped, I slept late in the morning, and the only productive thing I did all weekend was to paint my nails because even though my hair said “sick day” I at least wanted my nails to say “Fabulous“.

I still feel bad that I didn’t get to take care of all the things I wanted to over the weekend, but I guess it just wasn’t in the cards for me. It took me awhile to really get in the groove of being sick because I think I place a fair amount of weight on being productive. I often feel like I only have two days to play catch-up since I work outside the home 5 days a week, so having 5 days off meant that I “should” use that time to get things done and that I “need” to NOT WASTE IT. I think this illness was Life’s way of saying “Hey Jill, guess what? You’re “shoulding” all over yourself. How about you stop that and relaaaaaaaaaax?”

So I did. I let go of the need to do stuff and I embraced the desire to just be, even if my “just be”state involved a whole box of tissues and Nyquil and my blankie. All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend the weekend, and I learned to embrace Plan B when Life laughs at my Plan A.


Friday ramblings

The video from yesterday’s post got me all fired up (really, Jill? We couldn’t tell at all!) but I will admit that there are a few magazines that I do like to read. In fact, one of my favorite pastimes is huddling up on my bed spending a leisurely hour flipping through a magazine with a glass of wine by my bedside. And since I’m old and boring now, I tend to read magazines that cater to my middle-agedness, like Good Housekeeping, Oprah’s magazine, and Dr. Oz’s The Good Life (I actually really like his magazine – it has lots of good info and articles). Sometimes there are diet-y articles in these magazines, but I don’t even pay attention to those – I just flip the page and keep on moving. Oh and here’s the best part, I can download current issues of magazines FOR FREE through my local library using the Zinio for libraries app. I think it works better on a tablet than a phone, so keep that in mind if you decide to check it out.

In other news, my hair has decided to be curly again. The curl comes and goes and has done so my whole life. It was curly when I was a wee lass, then it went barely wavy, then in high school when I got a perm, it went from stick straight to CURLY ON STEROIDS and stayed that way for a few years. Then it chilled out and went barely wavy again until I had my last baby and then it decided to be curly again. Then my hormones leveled out and it went back to wavy. I guess I must be going through another hormonal change because for the last month or so I could not get my hair to behave no matter what I did – I blew it dry with a brush, I curled it, I straightened it…all to no avail. It just would not do anything resembling anything that I wanted to leave the house with. So one day last week when I just didn’t feel like fighting the battle that day, I half way dried it with my hairdryer while sort of scrunching it and lo and behold, it didn’t look half bad. I got several compliments that day on how good it looked – I had that whole beachy-wave thing going and I barely put any effort into it. So the next day I did some research on curly hair routines and came up with one of my own that totally works for me. And now I have curly hair again that I love!! My routine is simple and I end up spending far less time in the morning than I did before when I tried to beat my hair into submission. Letting it do its thing within the boundaries I set for it has allowed it to be what it wants to be. Also, I feel like there’s an analogy in there somewhere regarding body image and weight loss and trusting your body to be what it wants within the boundaries you set for it, but I haven’t  had enough caffeine to figure out exactly what it is yet. If you figure it out before I do, let me know.

Are you guys watching This Is Us on NBC on Tuesday nights? Oh gosh, this is my new favorite show. There’s only been 2 episodes so far, so you can still catch up if you haven’t watched it yet (I think you can watch it on or there’s an NBC app you can download too). Good characters, good plot lines, twists that make you want more. I hope they can stay on this path and keep this show feeling real. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a show that was “mine” and I want this to be it.

Volleyball is over now for my high schooler, so I’ll have lots of time in the evenings to chill or read or cook or do whatever. For the last two months, nearly every weeknight has been all about the VBall (except Wednesdays which are all about gymnastics for my middle-schooler). I won’t know what to do with myself and all my free time!! I’ve been reading when I can grab a few minutes but now I’ll have HOURS of free time. Okay, maybe not HOURS but a lot more time than I’ve had for awhile. I actually have some goals for October that I want to attend to: I’m working on putting together a book club for a few friends and myself, and I’m also working on hosting a neighborhood party for the women who live on my street. We’ve had several new folks move in and I think it would be good for all of us to get to know each other. Also, I really want to make exercise a consistent thing. I go at it in spurts – I work out for several days one week, then don’t work out again for 3 weeks, etc – and I’d really just like to figure out how to make it A REGULAR THING in my life. So those are my goals for the next month. Fun stuff, but it’ll take some effort.

I hope you have a good, relaxing weekend full of enjoyable things. Find something this weekend that makes you glad to be alive!





THIS. All of it.


If I could go back and talk to my 20-year-old self, the first thing I would tell her is to get rid of these bullshit magazines. Some of the most regrettable decisions I made were due to the articles in magazines like these. These magazines made it sound like sex was to be used as a weapon of empowerment and that one-night-stands were something to be proud of (I only had a couple of one-night-stands in my early 20s, and I definitely didn’t feel proud the next morning). I had no idea that following the advice of these articles would leave me with years of shame and regret. I was young and naive and I believed pretty much anything anyone told me – even stupid fashion magazines.

And don’t even get me started on the photoshopping and how damaging to body image these magazines are. The video explains that all well enough.

Guys, this is an entire industry built on making us believe we aren’t good enough. Why are these things still even in existence??? Aren’t we beyond this type of thinking by now? And if not, what is it going to take to make us all aware that no matter what we weigh or what the size tag says in our jeans, we are all PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE AS IS? Not happy with your weight? That’s fine. But don’t fall for the lie that you are somehow less-than because of it. Let’s stop believing that lie, OKAY?????? Enough already!!

I know it’s not that simple, but can we at least agree to start trying to believe that we are worthy and deserving of love and admiration and respect just because we are alive? You deserve it – all of it – all of the love, all of the respect, all of the magic in the universe, simply because you get up each day and do your thing.

So put down the shamezines and refuse to believe that your beauty is flawed. You are loved and lovely and worthy and deserving.



Giving credit where credit is due

Over the weekend, my husband and I loaded up the RV and traveled an hour to a state park and managed to get away for a couple of days WITHOUT KIDS.


I love my kids, but it has been about 4 years since the hubs and I have gone away together. It was so great to be able to just focus on each other and nothing else. We went hiking and then shopping, then later that night sat outside having some adult beverages (the weather was perfect for once!). It was a really great weekend.

One thing I thought about over the course of the weekend is that, my goodness, I do A LOT at home! Being able to step back and only have myself (and my husband, of course) to think about was eye opening. Between working and grocery shopping and cooking and cleaning and running kids around it’s a wonder I can find any pockets of time to myself at all! I also realized that I do not give myself NEAR enough credit for all the things I do. I should give myself a pat on the back every single night before I go to sleep for keeping all the plates spinning during the day.

And because I’m NOT a special snowflake, I imagine that you probably have your own plates that you keep spinning as well. So take a few minutes before you go to sleep tonight to mentally applaud yourself for keeping your life going. Being an adult is hard work, yo. Give yourself a high-five; you deserve it!!


This is me high fiving myself.

Not as evolved as I thought…OR AM I?

Hey, guess who can’t handle having a dish of Halloween candy on her desk?


I thought my coworkers might enjoy something other than the standard peppermints I usually keep on my desk, so I bought a couple of bags of Halloween candy to fill my dish.

Amount of candy coworkers have eaten: ZERO

Amount of candy Jill has eaten: ALL THE CANDIES ALL THE TIMES

The craziest part is that it’s not even candy that I particularly care for. I bought it specifically because I don’t really like it. If this candy were in my Trick or Treat bag, I’d gladly pass it on to someone else. IT’S NOT EVEN GOOD, YOU GUYS.

And yet, I find myself sneaking piece after piece throughout the day.


So, in a show of strength and solidarity to myself, I threw it out. All of it. Because it just isn’t serving me well.



Pics or it didn’t happen.


Yes, it is perfectly acceptable to throw out candy if it makes you feel bad about yourself or your choices or whatever. I didn’t like how it made me feel, so OUT it went. And THAT made me feel good. So there.

We now return to our regularly scheduled peppermints.


Oh Monday, you cheeky monkey, you.

Well today is definitely showing itself to be a MONDAY. After a fitful sleep due to some neck/shoulder pain and a snoring husband, I got up 15 minutes late this morning and had to battle the Hair That Refused To Be Tamed. It currently looks like a cross between Crazy Drunk and Nick Nolte Mug Shot. It’s lovely.

Then when I finally got to work, I discovered that we were out of my favorite coffee (Caramel Vanilla Cream for those who want to know). Fixed myself a cup of regular coffee then forgot about it for ten minutes so when I finally remembered to drink it, it was tepid. Nothing says “Your day is going to suck” like a cup of lukewarm coffee first thing in the morning. I had taken approximately 2 sips of coffee, then as I was reaching for a paperclip, my elbow hit my cup of coffee and it spilled all over my desk and the floor just as a coworker came in to ask me some questions. Nice.

THEN someone called our office to ask the phone number of another coworker and even though I’ve dialed this phone number literally hundreds of times, I could not for the life of me remember what it was. As I was fumbling through my Rolodex looking for this number, the Fed Ex man came in with a package that needed to be signed for. So Mr. Fed Ex is waiting on me, the guy on the phone is waiting on me, and I’m about as coordinated as a marionette trying to find the number and sign for the package ALL WHILE BE HIGHLY UNCAFFIENATED.

So I fixed myself aNOTHER cup of coffee, then pulled up Facebook to give myself a distraction and saw this:

You guys. I giggled like a fool at this. I don’t know why it struck me as so funny but I actually Laughed Out Loud. It was exactly the tiny mood boost I needed to turn things around. So now, here I sit with my HOT cuppa coffee and I’m ready to get on with my day.

My Monday wish for you is that there will seals playing saxophones for you today when/if you need them. It only takes a little giggle to turn a bad morning into a good afternoon.

Good luck and God Speed, my friends.


I want to follow you! In a non-creepy way, of course.

It occurred to me the other day that I haven’t made the effort to follow the blogs of some of my regular readers. I want to rectify that injustice! If you want me to follow your blog, or your page, or your whatever-it-is, leave me a comment below with your blog or page or whatever and I’ll add you to my Feedly, or you can email me at I want to know what you guys are thinking and feeling and doing (well that sounded creepy. Sorry!)

Anyway,  let me follow you!! Pleeeeaaaasssse????