The One Percent Jew

I've been challenged by my wonderful boyfriend to post to this blog everyday.  Not like a whole production number, but maybe just a quote from my weird brain or from the Internet...both acceptable.  I am not sure I am up to the challenge, but what the hell, I'll try. My blog tonight is about the "Shadowy Figure."  If you are a close friend of mine you know what this is.  For everyone else...let me paint a picture.  It is me and two friends in my apartment.  I have not been here long...maybe a month or so.  These ladies come over after a night of fun.  We are just chilling, eating cheese nips or cheez its...not sure which...there is still a debate on this matter.  We have face timed in another friend.  We are, to say the least....a little inebriated.  We are sitting on the patio when one friend very excitedly says to "get down.  I swear I just saw someone across the pond on the 2nd floor patio staring at us."  We try to see....but she exclaims, "It

Wanted to be called Shirley Temple Privates?  What in the world?  But I do have to admit....I kind of like the Shirley Temple one.  Catchier. So....what is this blog?  I had a blog for awhile.  It was pretty fun to do.  I was a little angry writing it at the time.  Just gone through a nasty divorce, had my heart broken and had some serious fucking anger to get out.  But then...I stopped.  Stopped blogging because I wasn't angry anymore.  Was finally okay.  Ready to move on.  Be one with my happiness. But the blog bug has been itching.  My creative juices have been brewing in my soul.  Trying to slip out.  So, I start this new blog, The One Percent Jew.  I'm not being racist here at all by any means!  I truly am 1% Jew.  Well...almost. I did the ancestry DNA thing awhile back.  Wanted to see my heritage, blah, blah, blah.  Really I just wanted to see if I was Native American or not.  I was not.  Gran lied.  I was 50 percent Great British/Scottish, 15 percent Irish, 6 p