Thursday, December 18, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I was never much of a Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons fan. I never saw the musical Jersey Boys on stage. I didn't know if I would like the movie. But I did, I really did. Now--much to Willy Dunne Wooters' delight--I can't stop singing "Willy, Willy baby, Willy, Willy baby, Willy, can you come out tonight? Why don't you come out with your red dress on?" I guess it might be irritating the one thousandth time.

I like Jersey Boys so much that I watched the DVD twice before reluctantly mailing it back to my dear friends at Netflix (2014, Rated R, Available On DVD, Directed by Clint Eastwood).

I like many aspects of Jersey Boys in addition to the music. The strong focus on the relationships between the original Four Seasons is interesting because even when they reached the point when some of them couldn't stand other members of the group, they took care of each other because it's the code of their neighborhood, the code of their Italian background, and the code of the mob. Yes, they had ties to organized crime--something I didn't know.

Frankie (John Lloyd Young) is out with a woman who asks, Why do you have a girlfriend when you have a wife? He answers that family is everything. That's the key to this movie. It's not just family as in the people to whom one is related. Family is a broader and more meaningful term. One could also say that three of the Four Seasons are stereotypical Italian men.

I didn't know most of what's in the movie about this unique group of young men. I did my research and learned very little of it is not true.

Stuff I like:

  • The main characters take turns narrating the movie. One of the Four Seasons might turn to the camera and break the fourth wall to add narration in the middle of a song.
  • Three of the four actors who play the members of the group played their parts on Broadway.
  • All the actors are good. I'm not a Christopher Walken fan, but he's better than usual as a mob boss.
  • The actors sang live. No problems with matching recordings to the movement of their mouths. 
  • The movie has a great finale that made me feel as if I were watching the show on stage.
As much as I enjoyed Jersey Boys, I don't see it as a movie that will get a lot of Academy Award nominations. Maybe Vincent Piazza will get a best supporting actor nomination for playing Tommy DeVito. He's perfect in his role. He's the only "member" of the group who didn't appear in the stage version. It seems Clint Eastwood was wise in his casting choice.

John Lloyd Young won a Tony award, but I'll be surprised if he's nominated by the Academy.

This movie has a lot of profanity and extra-curricular activities that you don't want your children to see. Perhaps older teens who want to learn more about the history of music will join you for Jersey Boys, which has The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval. Willy Dunne Wooters didn't rate the movie. He said, "I liked that. It was good."

Don't you want to sing along? Frankie can hit some notes higher than I sing, and I'm a first soprano.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Recently I received a call and actually answered the phone, which I don't do all that often.

I mumbled a hello and heard SJAIEMLAISQUMIBIRBLRI.

I have absolutely no idea what you said, I replied.

The woman took a breath and slowed down to ask, May I speak to E____ M_____?

She doesn't live here, but I'm a friend of hers, said I. May I help you with something?

Oh, no! Jabberwocky said. I'll take this number off our calling list.

I texted E____ M_____ to tell her I'd just received a phone call for her. She texted back "Even salespeople associate us with one another."

I answered, "I'm surprised she didn't ask for Middle Child."

Here's a favorite photo of Little Middle:

All she needs is a mermaid's tail.

If you don't know Dixie of dcrelief yet, you should meet her, and in particular, check out this post: Dixie writes the sweetest poems, and she has a beautiful video in this post. The violinist reminds me so much of Middle Child that I watched the video three times and felt Middle Child had visited me. It brought tears to my eyes.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, December 15, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

That rotten no-good showoff Andi at delusions of ingenuity hasn't blogged much lately. I miss her even though I'm jealous of all the cool stuff she does. Andi can find a crappy piece of furniture that someone has thrown out and turn it into a showpiece. A while back, she had a chair that needed a booster shot, so she painted it with fabric paint. It looked ab-fab, sweetie baby.

My dining room chairs hadn't looked too good for a couple of years (I kept the white fabric seats in pristine condition for more than ten years, but then I allowed children to enter my house--big mistake! huge!). I decided that I would pull an Andi and paint the seats because having them reupholstered is more of a challenge than I'm willing to face, and I don't have the bucks to pay someone else to reupholster them.

So I went online to trusty Amazon and bought cheap inexpensive fabric paint. I'm not sure how many months the package of various colors of fabric paint graced my dresser because I was too lazy concerned that I wouldn't do a good job so I didn't do anything at all I spent long hours pondering how I would use fabric paint for the first time in my life. The chairs continued to look like this:

Then on a day early in November I decided that the package of paint had gathered enough dust to make me want to try the project. The sun shone, so Franklin and I dragged the chairs out to the deck.

I picked out four colors because I wanted to paint each of the four chairs a different bright, cheerful color. I applied the paint with wet sponges. A brush didn't work well. I quickly learned that one little bottle of paint wouldn't completely cover the seat of a chair.

Change of plans: Franklin and I decided that each chair would have a base color for the main part of the seat, and a complementary color on the edges of the seat. It didn't look all that great.

Another change of plans: I'm a Jackson Pollock fan, so I took the little bit of paint that was left in each bottle and squirted some on the chairs.

Franklin and I agreed that it was fun to splatter paint around. We think Jackson Pollock must have had a pretty good time––aside from being an alcoholic and dying in a car crash when he was drunk and driving a young woman to her death.

Frankie and I are a good team. We liked the chairs.

Frankie Pollock (not an alcoholic)

We let them sit outside for a while. Then we dragged them back in the house and forbade everyone from sitting on them. That means me; Franklin; and on part of the weekend, Willy Dunne Wooters (who was pretty darn enthusiastic about the chairs and thought they looked like sunrise, sunset, a forest, and my ass  something else I can't remember).

I worried that the blobs of paint would come off after they dried, but they didn't. We sat in the chairs for the first time when we ate Thanksgiving dinner. Favorite Young Man joined us. He liked the chairs, too, or at least he was smart enough to say he liked them. This is what the table and chairs looked like on Thanksgiving before we put food on  the table and our butts on the chairs:

Thanks in advance for telling me that the chairs are cool.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Saturday, December 13, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Recently I had 242 followers. Then I had 241. Then I had 240.

I bemoaned the loss of followers in a post and before the day ended, I had 250 followers.

I couldn't see that anyone had disappeared, and I don't see anyone new.

Life is a wonderful mystery.

You still have plenty of time to sign up for the Favorite Christmas Memory Bloghop on Monday, December 22nd. Sir Shady, have you signed up yet? If you haven't, someone will come to your door to give you a spanking.

Sign up after you accept my infinities of love, dear friends. I can't wait to read your posts.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Friday, December 12, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Our dear friend Joanne Noragon who blogs at A Cup On The Bus has a request. She wants to know how to do the linky thingy, and yes, that is the technical term.

I was scared of the linky thingy. I thought it might tun into an evil doll that attacks me in the middle of the night, or it might bite off my fingers, or I wouldn't be able to figure it out.

The linky thingy I've set up for the Cherdo and Janie Junebug Favorite Christmas Memory Bloghop (coming your way Dec. 22nd) is my first ever linky thingy. Linky thingy was much easier to use than I thought it would be.

If you are an experienced, many time linky thingy user, then please feel free to add to my simple-minded explanation.

Start by clicking on LINK. When you're there, you get step-by-step instructions. Linky is free for thirty days. After that, I don't know how much it costs.

On the right side of the Linky Tools page to which LINK will take you, near the top you'll see a box that says "New? get started." Begin by clicking on "sign up," unless you already have a linky account. If you have an account, click on "Log In", which is jut below the pink bar at the top of the page.

When you have an account, you can go to your dashboard. On the right side, you should see an arrow with a drop down list. On that list, you'll probably want to click on "Basic" for your type of linky. Linky recommends that new users get used to linky by choosing Basic, so that's what I did.

Fill out the form that comes up. You have to answer some questions about how many columns you want your linky to be (I chose two because that's what linky recommends). Of course, you fill in some basic information such as the title of the bloghop, and you write a little section telling what the bloghop is about. You also click next to a box that says what kind of blog you have: i.e., Blogger or Wordpress. You choose when you want your linky to start working, and when you want it to stop working.

After you've filled in everything that's required, your dashboard will have a new list. Click on "get the code." The code will appear, or it should--mine didn't at first, and I don't know why. I entered the information again, and voila! There was the code. You highlight the code and copy it (on your keyboard, hold down Control (crtl) and tap the letter "C" or right click and choose "Copy"). Now go to the blog post where you want the linky.

At the top of the blog post, the first two boxes say "Compose" and "HTML." You need to click on HTML. Go the bottom of your post and paste the linky code there (hold down ctrl and tap V or right click and choose Paste). Then you can click on Compose again. You won't see your linky, but when you publish the post, the linky magically shows up.  Linky will also let you make the code available in case other people want to put it on their blogs.

I have been putting the code on the bottom of almost all my posts so followers will see it and be able to sign up. My linky doesn't end until the day after the bloghop in case anyone sees the bloghop and wants to participate at the last minute or even the next day.

The linky page has instructions galore. I referred to them as I created the linky.

At the bottom of the box that says "new: get started", you can click on "Quick & Easy demonstration here" and get exactly that. The demonstration goes pretty fast, but you can always pause it while you absorb the information, or watch it more than once.

I hope this information helps. If you have questions, please feel free to contact me and I'll try to help. As I said, the Christmas Memory Bloghop is my first linky so I'm definitely not an expert, but it didn't take long to create the linky thingy.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


Hi Every Buddy! Hi Hi Hi! I love you! I love you so much! I just got home from a fun walk around the park. I saw lots of friends.

Today I want to tell you about The Original Dog's First Christmas. Mom loves to tell me stories about him. Just in case you're new to our show, The Original Dog was a smooth collie named Faulkner.

Faulkner's first Christmas with Mom was in 1998. He'd never celebrated Christmas before, but he knew exactly what to do. He helped take the wrapping paper off the gifts. He got a squeaky ball. He loved that squeaky ball. Mom tossed it up in the air for Faulkner to catch, over and over and over. He loved his squeaky ball.

Mom says Faulkner also got a basket of chew toys, and some peanut butter drops that were his favorite treat.

I'm here because Faulkner was so smart and so beautiful that he made doggies irresistible to Mom.

I know I will get presents for Christmas, but now I'm the only dog. I would give back my presents if I could have Harper with us again.

Harper was my very bestest friend. I miss him lots.

I'll do everything I can to help Mom have a happy Christmas. I'll even kiss her toes.

Okay I love you bye bye.

Franklin the Bordernese