Friday, February 12, 2016


hello it is i penelope

this my worried face because mom mom has headache

she makes lots of phone calls to solve problems

problems refused to be solved

mom mom get headache

mom mom sad and misses her special girl other than it is i penelope

mom mom want to tell you good dvds to watch on vantine day

she doesn't feel good enough

i tell you movie i like

mom mom and willy man like too

called about time

do not watch that marley and me dvd

make everyone cry

mom mom will try to give you good list of movies tomorrow but if she can't then watch dvd i say

mom mom needs rest

when mom mom feel good i look like this

brudder franklin get your nose out of camera

now me with smile

mom mom smile soon

it is i penelope goodbye

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Some of you may not know it, but we have a star in our midst. He is Australian, and his name is Michael D'Agostino. You can find him on starnow, and I swear that a couple of months ago he was on Wikipedia. I can't find him now, and no, I didn't confuse him with some Canadian footballer. Wikipedia, did you screw up and take down your post about our Michael?

Here's our Michael, who blogs at A Life Examined (clicking on the link will take you to one of his excellent posts):

He's described as "a writer and performer from Adelaide, Australia. His friends describe him as warm, friendly, funny, active and short. He gets recognised a lot on the street, but that's probably from all the Wanted posters."

I love Michael's blog and his Question of the Month blog hop, which you can join here. I also think he's a cutie pie, but in a grandmotherly sort of way--no, no, he's not the granny. I'm the granny.

I tease Michael a bit because he's exactly one foot shorter than my son. He tolerates me in spite of my repeated statements regarding this fact. 

A while back, I asked Michael for his autograph, and I offered to pay for the shipping and the frame, but he insisted on taking care of it himself. Here's his autographed photo in its place of honor on my Webster's Third International Dictionary:


I'm sorry his photo is blurry. For some reason, I always gaze in awe at my beautiful dictionary. Let's try another shot of Michael's autographed photo:

He writes: "Janie . . . The highlight of my career so far has been giving this photo to you." He signed it "with love."

I think it means with love as in love to a grandma. 

Michael already has a lot of fans in the United States, and when he performs here, we must do whatever it takes to see him.

Thank you, Michael, for the beautiful photo and inscription and for always being such a sweetheart and for being one foot shorter than my son so I can tease you--but with love.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

P.S. Please don't make Michael sorry that he sent me an autograph by requesting your own. Wait till he's here in the U.S. with us, and then inundate him with requests.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Many of us spend our waking hours searching for exactly the right word. Some of you search because you long to improve your writing. I search because of some something or other, probably dementia, that keeps me from thinking of the word I want. It usually comes to me at 3 a.m. The word or the dementia. I can't remember which one.

A good word to help you expand your vocabulary is eponym.

According to Vocabulary For A New World by Linda J. Palumbo and Frank J. Gaik, eponyms are words that "started out as names of real people or groups."

A favorite eponym of mine is bloomers. Palumbo and Gaik explain that 

        In nineteenth-century America women wore large, long skirts that made it difficult to walk
        through the streets. Amelia Bloomer used her influence as a magazine editor to popularize a 
        pantaloon costume that came to be associated with her name.

The authors define bloomers as "loose, baggy underpants or trousers gathered at the bottom, worn by girls or women."

Oo la la!

Do you recognize any of these eponyms? If you don't, perhaps you can look up at least one and share the meaning by using it in a comment on this post:

Bunsen burner
Ferris wheel

Do you know any other eponyms?

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, February 8, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I owe thanks to all of you. Let's begin with darling Michele who blogs at Angels Bark, and sells her beautiful jewelry at I should have brought up Michele's jewelry sooner because you might need a Valentine's Day gift for yourself or someone else.

I thank Michele for this necklace, which she sent to me for Christmas:

It's a beautiful shade of blue, with a lovely sterling silver chain. People comment on it every time I wear it.

Then I received this gift from my blog child, Rachel, who blogs at When a Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep:

She asked me my favorite color (pink), and my favorite scent (vanilla). Then she sent this baby pink three-votive candle holder, and candles in the following scents: vanilla cupcake (3), French vanilla (3), and lavender vanilla (3). Oi! Do they smell luscious.

Willy Dunne Wooters wanted to take this photo of my hand next to the holder because I wore what he calls my pink mittens, and I have on pink nail polish:

Thank you, much-loved Rachel!

Now I thank all of you who have prayed for Sam's return, or have had even a fleeting hope that he's safe. Sam has been gone for a week. Carol and David have seen no sign of their elderly, blind dog:

God bless you, Sam. You are loved.

Franklin and Penelope are here to keep me company as I work:

Penelope is a gentle soul, who worries about Sam.

Franklin sits next to me, and leans over for a kiss.

Infinities of love and prayers and thanks,

Janie Junebug

Thursday, February 4, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

The sad news is that Sam is not home. It's been pouring all day, and the temperature is dropping. I continue to pray for him. I ask for your prayers and positive thoughts, too.

The good news is that today I found my high school yearbook. I think you'll enjoy these photos of a young Janie Junebug and her friends:

Here's my good friend Patty Simcox. She grew up to be Hillary Clinton:

This girl was bad news. She felt like a broken typewriter. I don't know why. 
She was some kind of first lady, too (the first lady in the class to be PG):

Here's where we went to school:

Here I am with young Willy Dunne Wooters at the prom:

Don't you dare say we look like those silly people, Olivia and John.
Whatever happened to them anyway?

I already had my famous golden tresses:

You take that down right now.
I only tried smoking once.
Why did that student photographer have to be there?

Oh, well. Don't worry.
Let's sing and have fun:

Sometimes Willy Dunne Wooters and I sing together on Saturday nights.
Can you believe the neighbors throw rocks at the house?
Franklin and Penelope howl!

Infinities of love and prayers for Sam,

Janie Junebug


Dear Hearts and Gentle People,

It has come to my attention that a rumor has a significant amount of attention. The story is that on Saturday night, February 6, 2016, groups of men will get together and hold rallies at which they will rape women.

This rumor grew out of a rumor that on Saturday a group called Kings of Men would hold pro-rape rallies.

This rumor grew out of the real story--that a men's rights organization scheduled "tribal meetings" for Saturday. Those tribal meetings have been canceled out of fears regarding safety.

Last night, my son and I talked about the rumors we see and hear so frequently. He said he learned that when you see something strange, you should ask yourself, Does it seem like a lie? He also said that we need to use our critical thinking skills.

I rely on for information about stories that don't seem realistic to me. When I read that Planned Parenthood sold parts from aborted fetuses to be used in women's cosmetics, I felt certain it was a lie. I went to snopes to learn the truth. Now, Planned Parenthood has a law suit pending against the groups that told those lies about them.

When you see such a story, instead of getting upset, ask yourself, Does this seem like a lie, or the truth? If you think any chance exists that the story is a lie, then investigate it. If you think any chance exists that the story is true, then investigate it. Issue warnings about true threats. Dismiss lies and spread the word that they aren't true.

If you believed the "rape rallies" would take place, then please don't think I belittle you. I've believed many rumors during my life. I'm a little older and wiser now, and I have snopes.

On the other hand, if you think the crimes perpetrated by Bill Cosby are not true, then you need to investigate to learn that this man is a serial rapist who got away with his crimes for years. I was not surprised when I heard about the charges on the news. Rumors about him had been around for many years, and I found no evidence that the rumors were lies. The man himself--America's ideal dad-- admitted to extra-marital affairs and "possible" illegitimate children. There's a reason he was deposed quite some time ago.

Think about it. Investigate it. If you still think Bill Cosby isn't a rapist, then report the evidence.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


I'm sorry to say that no one has spotted Sam. I have information about him all over Facebook, along with the area where they live and that people can email me if they find him.

I haven't been this frantic in some time. I am upset to the point that I'm snippy, so please forgive me if I'm petulant and critical. I was quite rude to someone today. I asked for forgiveness. I won't blame the person if she doesn't forgive me.

My son came over. I cried to him about Sam. We talked for quite a while and ate supper together.

This photo was taken when Sam could see. He's blind now, and out in the big world on his own.

David and Carol live in the Kingston/Canal/Huron streets area of Jacksonville, Florida. Sam's return would mean the world to them, and the rest of their family. It would be a relief to me, too.

I can't go to a doctor for now (a mistake with my insurance), but I feel my medication needs to be updated. My nerves are jangly, and I lose my temper easily. I started having increased panic attacks even before Sam disappeared.

I might have to take a blog break. I'm not sure how much time I need. However, I'm still able to edit, so if you need an editor, you can get in touch with me at You can use the same address to contact me if you have information about Sam.

Thank you for your kind comments, thoughts, and prayers. I will let you know immediately if we find him.

Poor Blog Child Rachel has a bad cold. She says she has gross things in her nose. I asked if she could take a photo. It might distract me.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug