Friday, July 29, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Michael D'Agostino of A Life Examined hosts a bloghop called Flashback Friday––a time of the month when you can republish an old post of yours that maybe didn't get enough attention, or that you're really proud of, or you think is still relevant, etc. 

If you'd like to join us, Flashback Friday occurs on the last Friday of every month.

My Flashback Friday post for July is titled Fence Sitting Prohibited Here. I published it on February 3, 2010 (my third month of blogging). It has had eleven page views and received one comment. I want to publish it again as we approach another presidential election and the ensuing arguments, which always include abortion rights. 

Gentle Readers,

I confess I didn't think much of Sarah Palin, and I still don't. I wanted to be happy that McNasty had chosen a woman to be his running mate, but why did he have to choose an idiot who wears her hair so that her bangs are hanging in her eyes? (And don't go thinking I'm criticizing her looks just because she's a woman because you should hear what I have to say about former Illinois Governor Rod Bla . . . Blagoye . . . - sigh - what's his butt's hair.)

Sarah Palin was more experienced than then Senator Obama because she was the commander in chief of the Alaska National Guard? Puh - lease. And exactly how many times did she have to call out the Guard to deal with a natural catastrophe or face down rioters? She couldn't even make it through the remainder of her term in office as governor.

However, I admired one thing about Palin.

She did not sit on the fence when it came to abortion. She said that abortion was wrong and should not be allowed even in cases where the pregnancy resulted from rape or incest.

I don't agree with her, but she was right in taking a stand on one side or the other. Either abortion is murder or it's not. You can't say it's murder and then say it's o.k. in certain cases. Fence sitting prohibited here.

Now, I don't like abortion. I don't think anyone likes abortion and I hate it that abortion exists. BUT ABORTION MUST REMAIN LEGAL.

I'm amazed that I saw this on television when I was young, maybe 12 years old, and I know no one else was in the room, but a woman was on television talking about girls unbending coat hangers and using them inside themselves. I didn't know the word abortion; it wasn't a common topic of conversation then, but I knew what the woman was talking about, and I knew it was horrible.

I knew even as a 12 year old that no girl should feel so desperate that she scrapes her insides out with a coat hanger. Or goes to a butcher for an illegal abortion. No woman should hemorrhage, be left with scar tissue and unable to have children in the future, or even die, all because she could not obtain a safe, legal abortion.

Additionally, this decision should not be made for women by law-makers, the majority of whom are male. It should be a decision made by the woman, the baby's father (if possible), and a doctor.

The day a male senator or representative gets pregnant, then he can speak his mind about abortion all he wants.

But, I truly believe that if men got pregnant, then we would have abortion clinics on every street corner.

God bless you, Gentle Readers, and I pray you never have to face the decision to abort or not to abort, but as long as the decision must be made, let it be made with the knowledge that no coat hangers will be involved.


Dumped First Wife

Thursday, July 21, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I have the results of my July 15 Battle of the Bands for you. As you probably figured out from the title of this post, Creedence Clearwater Revival triumphs over Ike and Tina Turner on a song written by John Fogerty (a.k.a. John Ford Coley), Proud Mary.

The results are

Creedence Clearwater Revival   15
Ike and Tina Turner                    6

I would have cast my vote for Tina, but not Ike. 

In honor of our winners, I offer you the opportunity to listen to a song with one of the most misunderstood lyrics ever, and then you can enjoy Tina without Ike.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Friday, July 15, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's time for the July 15, 2016, Battle of the Bands.

Our host, Mr. Stephen T. McCarthy, provides us with this information about the bloghop:

The whole thing is really quite simple: You select two different versions of the same song (versions  you feel might give each other some competition in the voting) and you post them on the 1st and the 15th of each month. On the 7th and 21st of each month, you add your own personal vote to the mix, total up all the votes and announce the winner on your blog.

Beyond that, just try to have fun with it and let your readers/voters have fun with it.

All right! Let's have fun!

Our song for this competition is Proud Mary, written by John Fogerty in 1968 and released by his band, Creedence Clearwater Revival, in early 1969. In March, Proud Mary peaked at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Fogerty stated that he wrote the song during the two days after he left the Air National Guard, the good job left in the city to which the song refers. 

Here's our first contender in today's battle, Creedence Clearwater Revival with Proud Mary:

I like John Fogerty's distinctive voice, but I admit that as a youngster--a very young youngster in 1969--I thought his name was John Ford Coley.  I figured it out.

While it was still on the charts in 1969, Solomon Burke recorded Proud Mary because he saw it as a song recorded by white artists, but he believed it represented the African American experience. Burke, quoted on Wikipedia, states that "the greatest thing I ever did was tell Ike Turner, 'Hey man, you should get on this record . . . I think you and Tina could tear this thing up.'”

Ike and Tina Turner did indeed tear up Proud Mary. Their version reached #4 on the pop charts in March, 1971, and won the Grammy Award for Best R&B Vocal Performance by a Group in 1972.

I could tell you to ignore the video and only listen to the song, but I don't know if it's possible to ignore this performance. Here's our second contender in the current battle, Ike and Tina Turner:

Ike Turner was creepy, but boy, I love Tina.

Your task, if you choose to accept it, is to vote in your comment for your preferred version of Proud Mary. Will you choose CCR or Ike and Tina Turner?

I'll return on July 21 to tell you who our winner is.

Happy listening! Please consider joining our bloghop.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

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Monday, July 4, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's the first Monday of the month so it's time for the Question of the Month bloghop,  hosted by Michael D'Agostino of A Life Examined.

Michael's question for July is

“What was the first book (or book series) you really fell in love with?”

This question is an easy one for me, Michael, because my older sisters and I all fell in love with The Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I think I was seven when I read the first book in the series, Little House In the Big Woods.

I love the details in the books. I learned about everything from churning butter to digging a well. I also liked the constancy of the relationships in the Ingalls family. They were portrayed as being very independent, but as taking care of each other.

I read The Little House books over and over. When I was pregnant with my daughter and very sick, those were the book that comforted me. I also read the entire series to each of my children.

As I grew older, more authors and researchers studied the Ingalls family and wrote about them. I have some interesting books with background on the family's travels and parts of their lives that Wilder skipped over or changed for the books.

One of my favorite books about the family is

The Ingalls family quite often didn't have enough to eat and when they did have food, they didn't enjoy much variety. It's no wonder that Wilder put a lot of emphasis on meals in her books. The cookbook explains how they really cooked their food, provides recipes, and discusses how cooking has changed. Even the names of some food items are different now. Ma Ingalls used "saleratus" to bake a cake. Do you know what that means?

If you read The Little House books to your children, please take into consideration that you'll have to explain some history and changes in the way we think. Ma comments more than one time that the only good Indian was a dead Indian--and she didn't mean people from India. 

I need to take a blogging break for a few days, or longer, so I can edit a book and do some work around my house. I'll see you soon, and I hope you join the Question of the Month Bloghop.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Laura Ingalls Wilder at a book signing.
She didn't start writing her books until she was in her sixties.
Her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, was already an established author.
She collaborated on the books with her mother and edited them quite heavily.

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Friday, July 1, 2016


I'm sorry, but I don't have a Battle of the Bands. I have one in my brain. It's great (the battle and my brain).

I've had more migraines in the past year than I've had in the previous ten years or so.

Dim the lights. Please leave quietly.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

If it's even close to as hot and humid where you are as it is where I am, then consider binge watching some series on Netflix Streaming during the long Fourth of July weekend or your summer staycation. Three of them earn The Janie Junebug Seal of Most Super Highest Approval, but they're for adults only.

I want to warn you now, don't think that you can watch any of these shows by starting with the most recent season. You must watch from the beginning or they won't make sense.

First, from Halifix in England, we have Happy Valley, a gripping and intense police drama. Two seasons are available on Netflix.

Happy Valley is an ironic name for the area in Yorkshire where Police Sergeant Catherine Cawood (Sarah Lancashire) solves crimes and kicks criminals' arses. She also has to deal with plenty of personal drama.

Cawood must raise her grandson Ryan, whose mother was raped by evil Tommy Lee Royce (James Norton). Ryan's mother committed suicide soon after he born, which left Catherine bereft.

All of the actors in this show are great, but I reserve a special commendation for Lancashire.

Second, from the Florida Keys, we have Bloodline, which also involves criminals and mysteries and family drama. Two seasons are available.

The black sheep of the Rayburn family, Danny (Ben Mendelsohn, the breakout star of the show), returns to the Rayburn's posh inn in the Keys after a long absence and brings memories of childhood tragedy with him along with drugs and threats.

One member of the family who stands in Danny's way is his brother John (Kyle Chandler), who happens to be a detective in the sheriff's department. John and his siblings are not opposed to taking any means necessary to protect their family and their inheritance from Danny's machinations.

Bloodline has a stellar cast, which includes Sissy Spacek, Linda Cardellini, Sam Shepard, and--oo la la--Chlöe Sevigny.

Third, from fictional Litchfield Prison in the U.S., we have Orange Is The New Black. The show's fourth season was released recently.

When OITNB began, I thought it would focus on Piper Chapman (Taylor Schilling) alone, and it does for a while (she's never completely out of the picture). Chapman is sentenced to fifteen months in prison because ten years ago, she delivered drug money to her dealer girlfriend, Alex Vause (Laura Prepon).

Chapman may be a graduate of Smith, but she's not always so bright in the hierarchical world of Litchfield. She begins her stint in prison without food because she insults the culinary skills of Red (Kate Mulgrew), the Russian prisoner who runs the kitchen. But Piper figures out a way to gain Red's forgiveness, which might not last very long with Red's hair-trigger temper.

After the initial plot point about Piper and Red, the show shifts to include backstories and prison stories for other inmates and some of the guards. The entire cast is outstanding. It's difficult to stop watching, so don't say I didn't warn you when you think I know it's two in the morning, but I'll quit after one more episode.

I've loved Orange/Black since the first episode, but Season Four is the best so far. Litchfield is now an overcrowded for-profit prison. A certain Little Miss Nosy Britches manages to ignite a race war, fueled by the new guards, who make the prison a war zone. The penultimate episode, in my heart, recalls the tragedy of Lady Sybil's death on Downton Abbey. The season finale is so taut with anger and the prospect of violence that I don't know how I'll wait until 2017 for season five.

OITNB has been renewed through season seven. Praise God!

A special aspect of the fourth season includes a perfect song for each episode to play with the closing credits. I'll treat you to my favorite after we deal with all that la la infinities of love.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

This is Folk Uke, which consists of Cathy Guthrie and Amy Nelson. Here, they're joined by their famous fathers, Arlo and Willie.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I write this blog post to help you understand certain rules followed by publishers of books. You need to know the rules in case you want to break them. Our source is the bible of the publishing industry, The Chicago Manual of Style, Sixteenth Edition. 

Beloved bloggers: Carry on as you were. It I understand your post, then it's fine.

He asked, "What time is it?" 

She replied, "Look at the damn clock if you wanna know."

Let's try again. Maybe she won't be as cranky the second time around.

She replied, "It's four-twelve a.m. and don't wake me up again, you f&*#@!."

What did I do wrong? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?

Ferris is absent––again––so I'll answer the question myself (note the correct use of myself).

Chicago wants us to use numerals with a.m. or p.m., and yes, Chicago prefers lowercase for a.m. and p.m. Therefore, her answer should be, "It's 4:12 a.m. and . . . " I'm sure you get the idea except this time she changes up the profanity. What do you think she calls him?

It's especially important to use numerals with a.m. or p.m. when you need an exact time: My plane leaves at 4:22 a.m.

However, Chicago prefers that you spell out the number if you're writing about the time of day on the hour, half hour, or quarter hour. If you use "o'clock," always spell out the number.

It's five o'clock. I am so f*&^%$! ready to go home, but I won't get out of here until at least a quarter to eight or maybe even nine thirty.

Wow! Makes me glad I don't have a job.

Chicago does not like numbers if it's noon or midnight. Chicago likes noon or midnight.

Get it? Got it? Good!

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug