Friday, October 9, 2015


Hi, Every Buddy. It's me, Franklin the Bordernese. We have us some trubbles.

I don't wanna make any buddy feel bad, but some buddy poopied in the house twice this week. I'm pretty sure it wasn't mom. I know I didn't poopie in the house, though I did once a long time ago when my tummy was upset.

The some buddy with the poopies is probably Penlapee. Those noisy men keep working on the old house next door. They scare us. I am big and brave. If I really need to go, then I'll go out in the yard.

But Penlapee is little. She hasn't lived here very long. She doesn't feel brave enough to march right out into the yard and make a poopie, no matter how noisy the men are.

Won't those men never be done?

But don't you worry. We keep teaching Penlapee. We never yell at her.

Mom took more pitchers of Penlapee:

Pennlapee lived in a kennel almost her whole life. She has lots to learn. It's my job to teach her. Mom helps.

Okay I love you bye-bye.

Franklin the Bordernese

I just have to tell you that Penlapee's poopie is very, very stinky. I would rather sniff this lady. I know she doesn't mind:

Thursday, October 8, 2015


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today I present a movie I like very much in spite of its stereotypical characters. It's St. Vincent (2014, Rated PG-13, Available on DVD).

A mom named Maggie (Melissa McCarthy) and her son Oliver (Jaeden Lieberher) move in next to grumpy old Vincent (Bill Murray). Because Maggie has to work long hours, Vincent ends up babysitting Oliver. Vincent drinks quite a bit, takes Oliver to the track, and introduces Oliver to his pregnant prostitute/friend, Daka (Naomi Watts).

This movie is about as trite and stereotypical as it gets. We have the crusty old s.o.b. who is really a good guy, the kid who is smaller than everyone else and gets beat up until the crusty old s.o.b. teaches the kid to fight, an Irish priest who teaches the kid's class at his new school, the hooker with a heart of gold, the nasty mobster-type guy who is determined to collect from Vincent (played, of course, by Terrence Howard who is black because almost all bad guys are black), and the tenacious single mom who works so much to keep food on the table that she doesn't have enough time to spend with her son.

Now take all those hackneyed, uninspired characters and plot points and throw them out the window. Yes, they're still in the movie, but you know about them; therefore, you can ignore them and lose yourself in this tender, funny, poignant film.

The characters and the actors who play them are great. Never mind that Bill Murray's accent comes and goes from time to time. Enjoy what's good in the movie. The kid who plays Oliver is great. Daka and Vince are funny when they shop for stuff the baby needs. I'm especially pleased by Melissa McCarthy's performance because it's not stupid. She creates more of a real person than she has in a long time. She's a little bit like Sookie on The Gilmore Girls (if you aren't familiar with The Gilmore Girls and shame on you if you aren't, Melissa McCarthy played Sookie throughout the series, and she was great).

By the time you get to Oliver's presentation, you might have a tear or four in your eyes. Don't stop watching when you get to the closing credits. They're amusing.

I watched St. Vincent on a DVD delivered to me by my faithful friends at Netflix. This movie is not for children unless you're okay with them viewing a movie with a drunk liar who teaches a kid how to bet on the horses and explains that Daka is a lady of the night. It might also make your kids scared that you'll get divorced--if you aren't already. Teens? They might like it. As I always say, see the movie before you decide to let a young person watch. Cherdo, Gonzo might enjoy this one, and he's old enough for it as far as I know.

St. Vincent earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval.

Happy viewing!

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug, who continues to edit as the mad woman she is

Wednesday, October 7, 2015


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you! In awe of the results! Where we're going, we don't need roads.

My October 1, 2015, Battle of the Bands countered Miley Cyrus against The White Stripes on Dolly Parton's song Jolene. I thought Miley would win easily, even though she's so annoying. I felt that way because I realize Jack White, although he is one of the loves of my life, is a little strange.

The score is much closer than I thought it would be. Miley wins, but not by much. It's

 Miley Cyrus                  13

The White Stripes    11

Because we all prefer to hear Dolly Parton on Jolene, I promised she would sing for you today. But first, we need a little background information.

Dolly Parton tells us: "One night, I was on stage, and there was this beautiful little girl — she was probably 8 years old at the time," Parton says. "And she had this beautiful red hair, this beautiful skin, these beautiful green eyes, and she was looking up at me, holding, you know, for an autograph. I said, 'Well, you're the prettiest little thing I ever saw. So what is your name?' And she said, 'Jolene.' And I said, 'Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene.' I said, 'That is pretty. That sounds like a song. I'm going to write a song about that.'" Parton says that she got the story for her song from another redhead in her life at the time — a bank teller who was giving Parton's new husband a little more interest than he had coming. (SOURCE)

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

You have until midnight EST today, Tuesday, October 6th, to vote on my Oct. 1, 2015, Battle of the Bands. The song is Jolene. Vote in your comment for Miley Cyrus or The White Stripes.

HERE is the original post.

As a special, added bonus attraction, I hereby provide two more videos by Miley and the Stripes.

A number of you mentioned you liked the way Miley sang in The Backyard Sessions. Well, eat it up.

Miley Cyrus truly has a good voice and needs to cut out the weird crap.

Jack White, on the other hand, will not cut out the weird crap and shouldn't try to do so because it's part of who he is. Here's one of my favorite White Stripes songs:

I feel quite moved by this sweet video.

Remember, you are not voting on these two songs. You're voting on Miley Cyrus v. The White Stripes for their rendition of Dolly Parton's Jolene.

I'll tell you the results tomorrow.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


Hi, Gang!

I haven't gotten around to reading your Question of the Month posts--but I hope to do so today--and I need to edit.

You see, yesterday was a long day.

Penelope would not go outside because of the men STILL working on the house next door. She and Franklin freak out when people work over there and make noise with power tools and radios. They even shout at each other.

It's too much for sensitive dogs.

For the first time, Penelope had a potty accident in the house. I needed to wash two pairs of my slippers, multiple cleaning cloths, and many towels. It wasn't pretty, but one accident in two or so weeks is quite good for a little girl who never lived inside before. Penelope didn't need my forgiveness because I wasn't angry. I sympathized. I don't like to go outside with boisterous men hanging around.

The dishwasher repairman arrived yesterday afternoon and left without repairing the dishwasher because of a misunderstanding over payment for his services (I have an extended warranty that covers certain problems, including the pump, which was the broken part). I called Lowe's and let loose my inner child; i.e., I wailed and cried because the dishwasher was broken (again), and the guy insisted I had to pay $123 for five minutes of labor, though the part was covered.

Wrong, buddy boy! Labor was covered, too. I reached the repairman, and he returned. I don't expect the repair to last. The pump is made of cheap plastic.

He also said that the dishwasher had been installed incorrectly. The drain hose wasn't where it belonged, so wash water drained from the dishwasher and then poured back in on the dishes when the cycle ended. Now I know why it was extra wet in the dishwasher. I've also had upset tummy problems for quite some time.

Makes a person wonder, don'tcha know?

Sing us out, please, Broadway babies, because when a Broadway baby says goodnight, it's early in the morning. Let's try again because after it's been a long day, we still know we're part of the brotherhood of man . . . and the even better sisterhood of women.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, October 5, 2015


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today I participate in a blog hop hosted by Michael D'Agostino of A Life Examined. Please visit Michael's blog to sign up. Now let's go to the hop!

Michael's question for October is the following: Who would play you in a movie of your life?

I think I've answered this question a couple of other times when I've received blog awards, thank you, yes, thank you very much, I feel honored by your adoration.

I remember one time I chose Christina Hendricks who played Joan on Mad Men:

The problem is that Christina expands as I shrink.

Another time, or two, or three, I chose Lauren Graham:

The problem is that Lauren Graham played Lorelai Gilmore, and in real life I am Lorelai Gilmore. I shouldn't have the actress who played me in a series also play me in a movie. Someone else deserves a chance to be me.

I talked it over with Willy Dunne Wooters, and we came up with the perfect choice: Elisabeth Moss, who played Peggy on Mad Men. I also thought she was great in my funniest of all time movie, Get Him To The Greek. And she's done other things, but I think it's the way she played Peggy that made her exactly right to play me.

Peggy started out as a vulnerable, naive girl, who ended up as a worldly woman. Look at the way she struts into her new office with all her stuff, cigarette hanging out of her mouth. Look out world, it's Peggy/Elisabeth! 

I, too, was vulnerable and naive and ended up--well, I don't know what. 

I don't smoke, that's for sure. But I've bossed some bosses around. Then I lost my Self, and I had to find me again. I've been working on that, and I have to admit it's getting better. It couldn't get much worse.

The great thing is that when Elisabeth is done playing me, we can skate away and go on to new and better things!

Thanks for the great question, Michael of A Life Examined.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

P.S. I remembered something. When the final season of Mad Men rolled around, all sorts of TV critics and pundits wrote, It turns out that the show was about Peggy all along

I knew it was about Peggy from the very first episode. So there, pundits! Bite my little pink butt!

Friday, October 2, 2015


Hi! Hi, Every Buddy! Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi hihihihiihhihiihihihihihhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I'm so excited I can't stop hi-ing.

It's me, it's me, it's me, Franklin the Bordernese, whose mom always needs to peepee.

Mom went to a far away place not too long ago. It's called Georgia. She was gone for about a year. She claims it was only part of a day.

Mom went to a place called Claxton. I Googled it after she left. I figured she went to get a world famous Georgia fruitcake.

Anyway, you won't believe what she brought home with her. It's sooooo much better than a fruitcake.

You know I been missing my buddy Harper since he went to heaven. Harper can't ever be replaced, but we can have new family members.


Mom saw this picture

online at a place for rescued dogs. Mom didn't tell me what might happen in case it didn't work out. She didn't want me to be disappointed.

She thought this doggy looked perfect to be my sister. She named my sister Penla-la-peee. Oh. Mom says her name is spelled like this: Penelope. She already knows that's her name.

I remember when I came here to live. I found out I was moving into a castle with a Queen. A big man with pictures painted all over his skin carried me to the backyard. I thought he was the servant, and he kinda is, but he's really my human brother.

When Penelope got here, she was scared. She didn't wanna get out of the car. She finally got out and ran into the backyard. She was safe because we have a good fence. But she wouldn't come inside. She wouldn't let Mom get close to her. She didn't know she was moving into a castle and that our mom is the Queen.

Mom had to call my human brother for help. It was raining hard, and it was getting dark. Painted Brother was patient with Penelope. He followed her around the yard and talked to her and showed her a dog biscuit.

Penelope went under Mom's car in the garage. At least she was out of the rain, but she couldn't stay there all night. My big brother is the bravest, strongest big brother in the whole world. He's better than a fruitcake from Georgia, too. He got down on the floor of the garage and slid under the car. He helped Penelope get out from under the car. Then he carried her into the house.

He and Mom dried her with towels and made her warm and cozy. Brother cuddled her for a long time.

That's when I met her. I did everything I could to help, and I'm still helping her learn how to live in the castle. Mom says one really good thing about Penelope is that when she needs to go potty she always goes outside. She never goes in the house. I typed this part small because it's about personal stuff.

Penelope learns every single day. I showed her how to sit just perfict like the dog of a Queen should.

See! See! See!
This is my perfict royal dog sit.
I will teach this to Penelope.

I've written a lot now, so I will try to tell you more about Penelope next week.

Mom hasn't gotten many good pitchers of Penelope yet because she wiggles a lot. She doesn't know the perfict royal dog sit, but I just know she can learn it. I'll try to find at least one good pitcher of Penelope at our castle.

Here's my sister.
That big furry thing is my tail and one white paw.
Penelope isn't as furry as I am. She's soft and sleek.
She likes to kiss me.
She kisses Mom, too.
Sometimes we both kiss Mom at the same time.
It makes Mom happy.
Here's my sister.
I'm on the couch,
where royal dogs belong when we want to rest.
Penelope will learn about relaxing on the couch.
I'm tired now. I been working so hard to take care of Penelope.

Okay I love you bye-bye.

Franklin the Bordernese

Mom wants to ask you something. Here she is:

Without Googling it, do you know the name Penelope from Homeric poetry? Which character is she?