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Let’s play a game… #GameOn #WinMoney #PlayFree #VideoStar

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Let’s play a game.
This #justforfun video on FaceBook sparked some debate over The Real Janna Hill. Some say I am an imposter. Maybe I am 😉
Post a video clip IN THE FACEBOOK COMMENTS SECTION below my hot mess crazy recording declaring YOU are The Real Janna and amuse me. e.g .  “I am the real Janna Hill….”
If you have trouble posting on the Facebook page  get a friend to help or send me your video direct and I will see that it gets posted .
I believe in #GenderEquality so men — feel free to have a go at it.

There is no limit on entries.

Have fun. 😀
Oh and [drum roll] The video with the most likes/reactions wins a $50 gift card of your choice.  Encourage your friends to like your video. Game ends May 31st 2018

P.S. Use #TheRealJannaHill for easy tracking.

#GameOn #WinMoney #PlayFree #VideoStar

Look at this Cat

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Look at this blasted cat. This is reason #17 for not getting anything done today. 😀

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I’m falling off my stool here. Would you just look at this cat!

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No, seriously, look at him. Look. At. This Cat.

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Tuesday’s Tell-All (I’m Just Not that Good at Being Smart)

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I tend to lag in technology, often years behind the rest of the civilized world. I never claimed to be tech-savvy or even civilized, okay?

Truth is I only got a “smart phone” this year for lack of choices. I went kicking and screaming into the “smart” realm with no intention of using it for more than basics.

After a few months [eight really] I installed the Facebook app. Apparently you need a second app for Messenger so I hit the okay/install that too button.

Alright. Welcome to the year 2017.

So there I was creeping Facebook on my desktop, minding my own business while the app did its thing and suddenly I am bombarded with alarms. The phone started chiming erratically,  messages were rolling in with GIFs and crazy stickers and emoji’s. At the same time my cousin is texting me, asking if I just sent her something.

No! Oh hell, this demon possessed phone has a mind of its own!

To make a long [list of deleting apps] story short… My daughter explained the particularly bothersome app; how Messenger notifies your Facebook contacts with a suggestion to wave/interact.

Oh.

Well I waved bye to most of the apps and went back to using the phone as a paperweight.

Yeah.

I understand now why people are glued to their devices. Bless their hearts, I’m just not that good at being smart.

 

 

Tuesday’s Tell-All (My Life is a Bad Reality Show)

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In May I introduced the newest member of our family, Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam.

In July I talked about Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam wanting to be a star and the attitude that ensued.

Now I have to tell you…

Hold on, this has been a hard thing for me to understand…

[sigh]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty Kitty is…

Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam (aka PKPJ) is….

Oh hell Jam is a Jim!

I know! I am so naïve… so unsophisticated!

I was also a bit distraught when I found out.

I tried to normalize the situation by calling him Jim but he refused to answer.  By this point I was so flustered I threatened to have him castrated… emasculated… de-dinglized.

He snubbed the threat and mewed, Pretty Kitty Puddin Jaaam.

“No!” I argued, “You are a tom – a Jim! Girls do not have tally-whackers!”

PKPJ then he purred two words that clarified everything –

Caitlyn. Jenner.

[Blubbering sigh]

I conceded to let him keep his male genitalia but no more news rags or television AND no more pretty bows!

 

 

Mad Monday. (I’m rooting for you, go Monday go!)

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We Six Remained (from Getting Me Back)

If I should die before I wake…

Run little hamster,

I pray the Lord my soul to take

run as fast as you can.

-0-

Sister, did you see the man,

the one with the bloody stone?

Brother did you feel the pain,

when the bullet hit the bone?

-0-

Cousin did you smell the smoke,

did you lie so still and quiet?

Uncle did you hear him choke

as the flames rolled over Zion?

-0-

Father could you hear their screams,

do they haunt you late at night?

Mother did you see their dreams

before the dreadful plight?

-0-

A precious linctus to make me feel

Another to help me sleep

And if God can hear a dead man’s prayers,

I pray my soul to keep.

-0-

Now I lay me down to rest

among the torn and drained

where millions died beneath the crest

yet, we six remained.