Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
A while back, I re-connected with a good friend from high school (Hi, Kimmie Sue!). We used to spend hours talking and now we spend hours talking again, but over the telephone because we live far apart.
Early in our renewed friendship, we danced delicately around the subject of the president.
Are you a Trump supporter?
No way!
Thank God.
After we'd established that we are not friends of the Donald, Kim told me about Randy Rainbow, who sings great musical parodies, often accompanied by "chats" with a political figure. Yesterday I heard a new Randy Rainbow tune that had Carol and me laughing so hard that it's too good not to share here.
In case you haven't met him, please allow me to introduce you to Randy Rainbow.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
P.S. Franklin and Penelope are unhappy that they haven't gotten to tell you about their Kissmas presents. I keep promising them that they'll get their turn.
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Friday, January 31, 2020
Thursday, January 9, 2020
ANOTHER YEAR OVER
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I apologize for the spammy porn in the comments on the most recent FRANKLIN FRIDAY post. I hope that most of you didn't see it. I didn't look at my blog for more than a week and was pretty surprised by the comments that built up during that time. I deleted all the nasty/stupid stuff. If I have a problem again soon, then I'll go back to comment moderation.
I have a few more Christmas photos to share with you because of new decorations that were on the dining room table.
2019 was our first Christmas to feature a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, and little Peanuts figurines that make the tree look gigantic:
When I moved to Florida in 2009, I brought two Nativity scenes. My mom gave both to me. One is glass and one is porcelain. My mother made the latter in a class that she took. After I arrived, Baby Jesus was suspiciously absent from both sets. Carol came across a complete Nativity scene and even purchased a red place mat to put it on so it would show up better.
Baby Jesus in da house. I'm going to leave out the Nativity scene for a while because we can never have too much Jesus in our lives.
I'm sure that Franklin and Penelope will want to write to you soon so they can brag about their Christmas haul.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
John and Yoko, will you please sing us out? If possible, though, maybe can someone turn off Yoko's microphone? No? Too late now, I guess.
December 8, 1980, John Lennon died. My baby boy was almost eight months old. I was 21, soon to be 22. John Lennon was 40.
I apologize for the spammy porn in the comments on the most recent FRANKLIN FRIDAY post. I hope that most of you didn't see it. I didn't look at my blog for more than a week and was pretty surprised by the comments that built up during that time. I deleted all the nasty/stupid stuff. If I have a problem again soon, then I'll go back to comment moderation.
I have a few more Christmas photos to share with you because of new decorations that were on the dining room table.
2019 was our first Christmas to feature a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, and little Peanuts figurines that make the tree look gigantic:
When I moved to Florida in 2009, I brought two Nativity scenes. My mom gave both to me. One is glass and one is porcelain. My mother made the latter in a class that she took. After I arrived, Baby Jesus was suspiciously absent from both sets. Carol came across a complete Nativity scene and even purchased a red place mat to put it on so it would show up better.
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Baby Jesus in da house. I'm going to leave out the Nativity scene for a while because we can never have too much Jesus in our lives.
I'm sure that Franklin and Penelope will want to write to you soon so they can brag about their Christmas haul.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
John and Yoko, will you please sing us out? If possible, though, maybe can someone turn off Yoko's microphone? No? Too late now, I guess.
December 8, 1980, John Lennon died. My baby boy was almost eight months old. I was 21, soon to be 22. John Lennon was 40.
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| John and Yoko photographed by Annie Leibovitz hours before he died. |
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