Thursday, June 16, 2022


 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Last weekend I watched an excellent four-part documentary series streaming on Netflix. Keep Sweet: Pray and Obey delves into the lives of the Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints––the polygamy-loving Mormons who force women into marriages in which they might be the second wife, the third, or the twentieth.

Their president from 1986 until his death in 2002 was Rulon Jeffs (left above), known as the prophet, who ended up with 60 - 65 wives and as many children. Many of his wives were underage. It was not their idea to marry Uncle Rulon, as he was known. Some of the wives describe their experiences in the series. They were shockingly ignorant of what would be expected of them in marriage, with no comprehension of sex.

Rulon often told young people to Keep sweet, which meant they should control their emotions. Protesting their lot in life, which could include domestic abuse and rape, would do them no good.

Before Rulon died, he singled out his son Warren as his replacement. Life for FLDS women became worse. All of the women had to dress the same and have the same hairdo. He moved his band of fools to the Utah-Arizona border, where the "church" owned all the property and a man who might be a threat in some way lost his home, wives, and children. Those wives were then married to other men, and their children became the children of the new husband.

 Dozens of young boys, who would one day want to marry, were cast out to live on the streets of Salt Lake City and other communities.

Warren, not satisfied with simply marrying most of his late father's wives, took on his own circle of young girls to "marry" and rape, including at least one 12 year old. When he moved the group to a new location in Texas, it proved to be his undoing. 

The series made my heart break for those girls, but after reading Under The Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer and watching the series of the same name on Hulu, I was relieved to know that some of the women have escaped from polygamy and now have the opportunity to provide a face and a voice to the stories of their suffering.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Sunday, June 12, 2022


 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Who's that on the mantel? 

Let's take a closer look.

I took my action figure out of their boxes so they can roam free, ready to protect us. 

RBG has her gavel. Joe and Barack are holding hands. They haven't lost that lovin' feeling. I wish Kamala had her chucks on. 

I'd like to have Hillary, too, but she's sold out not available at the moment.

How I'd love to have Justice Ginsburg on the court again.

Did you watch the beginning of the Jan 6 hearings? Liz Cheney impressed me. Maybe she'll be worthy of becoming an action figure.  Stacy Abrams is available for preorder.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Thursday, June 9, 2022


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today's shooting occurred in tiny Smithsburg, Maryland. 

 A man killed three people at a manufacturing plant, and another person was critically injured, according to news reports. The gunman fled. State trooper(s?) found him. He shot a trooper. The trooper shot him. The shooter was taken into custody.

I suspect he didn't have an assault weapon that would have allowed him to mow down dozens, but a gun is a gun. 

For 12 years we lived near Smithsburg. My kids went to middle school there and one attended Smithsburg High School. The schools are near the plant.

Do I know the people who were murdered? Will I see the names of the victims and gasp in shock as I recall them? 

Where will the next shooting take place?

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Wednesday, June 8, 2022


 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

We celebrate the lush growth of summer

But the heat arrived early this year

too hot to move
Franklin and Penelope wear their new PRIDE bandanas

Summer is a rough season with its heat and storms. Sweet Cheeks and I spend much of our Saturday evenings talking about Ukraine and the horrible shootings in the U.S.

Who was that guy who said "an AK-47 is not a sporting weapon nor needed for defense of a home"?

Oh, yeah. It was Ronald Reagan.

The Lake Junebug Resort & Rumpus Room is not open yet for the summer. Perhaps it won't open at all this year.

I remain your Junebug On The Job, with black scribbly marks to keep work-related info from showing.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Sunday, May 1, 2022


 Hello. It is I, Penelope.

First, I want to show you a photograph of myself in my soft jammies.

Am I not adorable?

Now, I will tell you my hilarious joke. I made up a nickname for Auntie Maureen. I call her Auntie More More!

That funny name is perfect for her because I want her to visit us more and give us more treats. Auntie More More! Isn't that so funny?

I am worried about Auntie More More, however. Soon we will experience some days when she does not come to see us while Mom Mom is at her stupid work thing she says she has to do so she can buy the treats.

Auntie More More must have surgery. I do not know what this means.

My brother Franklin says it means she will go to the vet and not have balls when she comes back. He says surgery happened to him and no balls was the result.

I think Franklin is wrong, but if he is right, then I will tell Mom Mom to get out the plastic card that means money and I will order new balls for Auntie More More. I will order tennis balls and plastic squeaky balls and any other kind of balls Auntie More More wants, because I love my Auntie More More.

If you say prayers, then please say a nice prayer for Auntie More More, or send positive feeling to her and to me, a poor little doggy who will miss her auntie and worry about her.

I know you like to see photos of me, so here is another one, taken when the weather was chilly and I wore a sweater Santa Paws brought for me.

I know you never cease to be amazed by how cute I am.

That is all. Goodbye. 

Sunday, April 3, 2022


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I didn't see the Academy Awards until Monday night. I don't have live TV. So all day Monday I avoided the news. I did hear a man at work say something about Chris Rock that sounded odd. I paid it no heed.

By Monday evening the show was streaming on Hulu and I was ready to watch and be surprised by the choices the Academy made. I enjoyed the show.  Wanda Sykes, Amy Schumer, and Regina Hall were great, proving that the show needs a host, or three. Their bits were brief; they kept the show moving.

Finally, we reached the award for the best documentary. Chris Rock took the stage. 

He tossed off a few jokes, including one about Jada's hairless head. Will laughed; Jada rolled her eyes.

Will charged the stage.

What the fuck?

The sound cut out, and then the picture. Will really had smacked the shit out of Chris Rock.

I thought the show would come to a temporary halt while officers removed Will Smith.

Instead, he won his Academy Award for Best Actor and gave a tearful, self-serving speech cooked up by a publicist and didn't even apologize to the man he hit.

I don't know how Chris Rock finished presenting the award.

I felt sick to my stomach and couldn't enjoy the rest of the show.

Some lovely women I know who have problems with a lack of hair were offended by Chris Rock's joke. I have thin hair and do my best to hide it with hairstyles. But it was the slap that bothered me. I spent my childhood and youth being slapped. Seeing some violence in a movie doesn't bother me (I rather like the choreographed violence in Tarantino movies). That slap –– that bothered me and it still bothers me; hence, I write about it a week after the event.

Chris Rock said he didn't know Jada Pinkett Smith has alopecia. I didn't know, either, although numerous articles said she's open about it.

She happens to look gorgeous with her head shaved, but if it bothers her so much, she could have worn a wig. Plenty of people who have alopecia do. She also could have found a way to defend herself using words at an appropriate time.

I believe the hosts also made jokes about the Smiths earlier in the evening. I don't remember what they said. A lot of people comment on the Smiths because of Jada's "entanglement" with another man, though Will insists there's been no infidelity.

If you don't want to face the possibility that someone will make a joke at your expense, then don't go to the show. Jokes are always made about the luminaries in attendance. 

What Chris Rock said might have been in poor taste, but what Will Smith did was a crime.

If I went up on a stage and hit someone, I would be arrested. So would you. Why wasn't he?

I don't agree with the people who say Will re-enforced stereotypes about Black men. Will Smith does not represent Black men. He represents Will Smith, and Will Smith is an asshole. Jada smiled/laughed when Will hit Chris Rock. Their son, Jaden, tweeted

so they are a family of entitled assholes who think that physical violence is the way to happiness and self-satisfaction.

Will Smith ruined the presentation of the Best Documentary Award that should have been a golden moment for Questlove. and his fellow winners. He ruined the Best Actor Academy Award presentation.  

And I wasn't the only person who found that slap a triggering event.

Will has resigned from the Academy. I don't know what else will or should happen to him, but he sure didn't deserve a standing ovation when he went up to collect his Oscar.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Saturday, March 26, 2022


 Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Rain dumped from the sky this week, filling Lake Junebug. If it were a little warmer, Sweet Cheeks and I could go skinny dipping. 

Although I tired of the rain, some of my friends at work were pleased with it and were out in full force.

When it's not raining, I take a walk around our building each morning and afternoon. The geese don't welcome me, but some ducks and I have become pals.

I hope you can see the little bit of duck under the bushes. It's a mama on her nest. 

I visited her almost every day for weeks. On my last day of training at work, she rose a little on her nest, and I knew babies were hatching.

Two days later, there she was in the parking lot with her offspring following. They were adorably fluffy and cheepy. 

This protector made sure I kept my distance.

A few days later, another mama on the nest showed up in a less protected area. Her babies didn't make up.

One morning I greeted her.

That afternoon, she was gone.

I continue to keep an eye on my friends.

I could tell you that I've returned to blogging regularly, but I know better. I'm tired at the end of the work day, when household tasks and dogs await me. I'm happy to report that I still like my job. I'm treated well. I'll stop by to see you as often as I can.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug