Family, Photography | Posted by Jannie on 21 July 2011 @ 7:38 AM
hay, guess what we haz in our house?!!
a bran new kitty!
she name iz meeshka.
she 11 weeks olde and bin with us for 7 days.
she so kurious.
she getting all in my jannies bizniss.
she reely on the moves a lot, hard for my jannies kamera to fokus sumtimes.
at ferst meeshka was thinking my jannies chair was reelly meeshkas chair.
evree time my jannie was turning around, there was meeshka on my jannies chair.
so… my jannie maeked meeshka she own speshill green throne. wit a pilow!
see how nise is she throne!!
but meeshka not falling for the throne trick.
she not stoopid.
she keep sneeking back to my jannies chair, the one wit the best view.
meeshka iz rooling the roosts i thinks.
(pleeze dont look too mutch at my jannies klutter, she stil orginizing she life.)
so…
now my jannie sits on the green throne, wich my jannie do akshually lieks.
meeshka has good karmas i think.
meeshka is also taeking lessins from a spy for lerning to hide in laundrees and jump out at peepil.
i loves meeshka!
she is mutch welkim to our famlee.
~~ end of my poste ~~
wit loves from me — Blue Bunny, butt yoo can calls me BB.
oxoxoxo
p.s. my kelly wants yoo to know the reel speling of she name is Mieshka.
thanks yoo wit mor loves agin.
Friends | Posted by Jannie on 18 July 2011 @ 2:39 AM
There will be many more photos to find, of course.
And find them I will on winter afternoons when this house is quiet.
Or on spring mornings when the birds are too happy and I’m least expecting your face.
But there you’ll be.
And I’ll cry. Or smile. Or both.
“Further Along” we sang at your mother’s piano. And at my mother’s piano.
Further along we’ll understand why.
Do the pictures tell how special you were?
Because you were, tho you may not have known it, or chosen to believe.
Sorry I was not in touch so much the past year or so.
And sorry for the pain you must’ve suffered to keep drinking so much so young, your liver failing 2 nights ago.
EDIT — I just learned she bled internally from an ulcer. But she did have cirrhosis too. Poor Mary.
We all loved you. How could we not??
Knowing you knew I loved you gives me a bit of comfort now.
I’ve started writing you a song.
The chorus might begin… “Mary, I’m thinking it’s all about loving the ones still here…”
Rest with the angels, my dear dear sweet friend. And dance with them too.
Maryellen Murphy, October 1967 — July 2011.
Love, Jannie.
(All but the photo of Mary and me in Florida are from Jim and my Canadian wedding reception, Nova Scotia, 1992.
The gal in the flowery dress is my sister, Rosie, then only 15. Still extra super-cute. And sweet.
The gal in the black blazer, Marlene, and I lost touch years ago. I think she dumped me because I laughed when my dog chased her cat. If ever you read this, please forgive me, Marleni-Bandini. And can we try again? We have 2 cats now and I’m a True Believer, just got a new kitten 4 days ago.)
Child, everybody knows you popped out about as independent as a kid gets
but there’ll be times on your journey you’ll need a peptalk, as we all do.
And who better to pep you up than Maya Angelou, whom I fell in love with
forever about as deeply as I fell in love with and will stay in love with you.
Dr. Angelou advises…
“The most important single thing, beyond discipline and creativity is daring to dare.”
“To those who are given much, much is expected.”
“Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.”
“Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.”
“If you are not good to yourself, how can you expect anyone else to be good to you?” *
“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”
“Live as though life was created for you.”
“Whenever you decide something with an open heart, you usually make the right decision.” **
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”
“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
“When you get, give. When you learn, teach.”
Dr. Angelou also advises the following, but please don’t read until you’re 12, due to mild language.
In fact, don’t read any of this blog until you’re 12, okay. Thanks!!
“I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass. ”
Those old enough to read this blog, I hope Dr. Angelou’s wisdom enriches your journey today.
I know she has mine!!
With love from Jannie-Mom.
xoxoxo
(2 iPhone pix from about a year ago)
* and ** were actually written in first person, but I changed them to “you,” because I’m quite the rebel, as you know.
Friends | Posted by Jannie on 27 June 2011 @ 2:30 PM
Let’s hear it for Three Margarita Moms
today taking the spotlight away from their
daughters featured here, here & here,
the Margarita Moms who laughed in
the cool of the pool, then floated 37 steps
to a table in the soon-to-be sunset scene,
the kids off doing things kids in lakes do.
Let’s also hear it for friends everywhere
who make time to get together and laugh.
~~~ end of poem.
both photos snapped by a lovely beer-ing stranger at the next table.
Please come join us at the lake!! ANYTIME!!
And a shot of the pool with lake in the background…
xoxoxo from…
Summertime Jannie, who is going now to do her dishes, then rehearse with Mardi for an Open Mike tomorrow.
This will be my third Open Mike Week in a row! My plan is 52 a year.
Then Letterman and Leno!
whoooohooooo.
it’s not because
I’ve fallen out of
love with you
or dumped you for
some younger, older or
buffer blogging buddy.
It’s because I’m sculpting tunes,
practicing guitar and spying on peeps
from trees in my kelp knitted bikini.
One day I even washed the dishes,
another did a whole load of laundry,
and last Friday I baked an apple!
Other times I do not come to your blog
I’m in the ocean of my mind, helping starfish
fill out applications for their dream jobs.
Many starfish long to be pilots,
pro baseball coaches and assistants
to make-up artists on movies.
The pink one I met today
wants only to be a mermaid
who sells peas at the circus.
(boiled with butter, on a tray with 2 bottles of beer!)
I swim wild here in my ocean.
I bob like some guy named Bob
in pockets of rainbow ripples.
But back to what started this poem…
When I do not come to your blog
it’s also probably because Blue Bunny
and I are singing on street corners
where the saints imbibe.
iPhone pix recently of Kelly at her friends’ outdoor saltwater pool with a plexiglass viewing area.
Posted with love by Jannie, who is behind with blog-reading again, but hopes to get out soon.
xoxooxox
