That Damn Billy

26/04/2023

I’m receiving nothing but pics and postings of cats and dogs on my feed. ???
What’s happening?

11/09/2022

Hqha

10/09/2022

03/09/2022

I'd been intending of using this page to share ideas, opinions, memes, whatever. But, there seems to be a glitch in the system and if I want to "share" I am no longer given the option of "send to page I manage." So, I'm limited by what I can put on here.
Hopefully someone can explain the issue to me.

20/07/2022

Write while stoned, edit when sober.

20/07/2022

Just yesterday someone posted that they are experiencing this exact difficulty. I personally contacted a realtor, he referred me to his money man for a consultation. I spoke with the banker, told him that I'm paying over $1300 for rent. I explained that I had a modest down payment, a FICO score of nearly 800, and no outstanding debt. But, my income prevents me from being qualified for a mortgage. As this meme says, it makes no sense that I'm already paying twice what a mortgage would be.
On the other hand, my income which is seen as inadequate for a mortgage is just a bit too much to be approved for senior housing.
There's a gap in the system here.
I take accountability for the overall circumstances. I did absolutely zero planning for retirement. I just never thought about it. I figured I'd just work behind a bar, slinging drinks, for the rest of my life. I never considered there'd be a time when I was no longer physically able.

20/07/2022

There's a lot of truth in this one.

18/07/2022

A stick? How about a firearm? I'm just curious. Would you feel safer in the world where everybody is armed?

14/07/2022

A bit if truth.

14/07/2022

I've had a very emotional afternoon. I signed up and received a ZELLE account. It's one of those money exchange apps like PayPal or Venmo.
I'm assuming that most of you know that I was very unexpectedly widowed four years ago. My husband was 19 years younger than me, so he was raised with technology, and his career was in IT. When we first met back in 2001, he encouraged me to get a cell phone, and then a computer. I truly thought that I had no need for either, but I relented as I was dragged into the cyber-age. Over the past two decades I have become totally addicted to my cell phone and my laptop. I panic if my cell battery goes below 50%.
Being technically illiterate myself, I was lucky enough to fall in love with a techy person. He'd get frustrated trying to show me how to do something, that he's just tell me to move over and let him do it. I had my very own personal IT department. Since Jack's death, I've had to learn a lot.
Long story short, a group of us at my apartment complex decided to pitch in and purchase some new sun umbrellas for the pool area.
The gentleman that has been kind enough to take on the task of collecting our contributions was asking that we use ZELLE as a vehicle to transfer funds. I have PayPal and Venmo, neither of which I'm familiar with, but I decided to download ZELLE rather than bother the guy with another cash app, or actual cash.
Bottom line, I installed the ZELLE app on my phone, and immediately submit my contribution for the cause.
I was almost immediately overwhelmed by emotion. I realized that I had been able to download and use an app, all on my own. This immediately filled me with tears of joy that I had succeeded, that Jack must be so proud of me, and then the tears took another turn. But, this shows me that I don't have to sacrifice joy, for grief. They can exist together.

12/07/2022

I'm feeling a tad bit political today.

Fair is fair! Fed up Democrats are migrant to Tribel, a new Facebook competitor. Download the new Tribel app here: http://tribel.app.link/okwPIHYCIqb

Follow Occupy Democrats for more.

12/07/2022

I'm so glad that I was able to stop drinking about 15 years ago. I'm very fortunate.

07/07/2022

Sunday was four years since he chose to leave. Yeah, yeah, I'm moving on, as best I can. I can smile, laugh, converse, tell a joke, be the raconteur. But it's all a facade, carefully constructed to disguise the weight of never-ending sadness that I carry in my gut. In fact, I don't know if I carry it, or it carries me. You don't get to schedule grief. It can visit at any time.