I Need A (Chainsaw) Man, Video

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Jannie’s Fine!!

photo credit: allposters
 

Guys, sorry I’ve been AWOL. Dear sweet Lynn just e-mailed to check up on me.

I’m fine!!

Took me a while to recover from the camping trip lack of sleep, went to a song critique session last night, been re-writing bits here and there, (still trying to get the 3rd verse lyrics of Rosie’s song to flow immaculately,) working on guitar, making and delivering posters and flyers for the show, getting with Affordable Sound about the CDs, trying not to freak out in any way, as the turn-around for what I want is actually 7 business days, not 2 or 3 .   Etc, etc.

Sorry I haven’t even answered your comments from the last post. I aim to soon.  And revel in your latest blog posts.  And I aim to get another song video up in the next couple-few days, the “I Need A Man” (with a chainsaw,) one.

Okay?

And what’s new with you?

xo

overheard at school, obviously (re-posted, with edits)

photo: Nov. ’07

Our little roost ruler comes out with the most beautiful blessings at the dinner table, usually something like, “Lord, thanks for my loving parents — I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  Thanks for my great school and this wonderful food.  I hope the good people will stay good and the bad people will get good — and I hope it is soon.”

When she was 5 she thanked God for “the wedding” so she could be born.

And below, one particularly sweet blessing of late…

“Dear God, thank you for our food and our house and for everything we enjoy, except for the things that are just a big pain in the ass.  Amen.”

Jannie believes in a great big wonderful God of love.  Do you?  Who is God to you?  Do you pray?  Do you say grace? 

I pulled the original post of this about a minute after hitting publish, when a sudden paranoia struck that I’d get comments like “shut up about God already and go fling your bra,”  the timing directly on the heels of my condom heart “Grannie” episode, which was a mini trauma for sensitive little me.   

But I’m so over it!

A couple of you friends whose blog posts I always look forward to, Chris of Csquaredplus3 and Dot of Deeper Issues had seen the original post via their readers and were lovely enough to comment about it on the next post I’d published. Thanks for that, you two!  (Not that the rest of you suck, or anything.)   🙂   It was only because of those two commenting, that I actually came to understand how feeds work.  Oy.  Once you hit publish, your stuff, like, goes into RSS feeds of subscribers. To read.  Like, everywhere.  On the Internet.  Wow.  

This Internet thing is so cool and should really start catching on any day now.

Oh, I’m probably going camping in the morning so will see you in a couple days!

xo

Twitterpated (not!) (yet)

I’m frightened by Twitter.

Don’t really understand it,

neither the why nor how.

Several blogging friends

have tried to explain but I

just don’t get it.  Am I the

only one missing the boat?

@janniefunster, that’s me.

Seeking any and all advice

on why and how to tweet.

Trio

ONE:  3 more photos from last summer with Grandpa’s horse at the cottage.  Actually, the kids call him Poppy.   My dad, that is.  The horse’s name is Penny.

And below, the 2 cuzzins with Poppy’s horses in summer 2006.  Some might think it was November 8th, as per the lower left of photo, but 11-6-06 is 11th August 2006 in Commonwealth speak, as many of you know.  (Or 1906, 1806, etc.)   The houses ‘way ‘way off yonder under those perfect clouds line the shore road of the bay where Poppy and Nannie’s main house is.  See how all appears magically clearer when photo is clicked to enlarge?  I love that trick!
 

TWO:  In order to not only keep up with, but joyfully revel in the thrill of blogging, I will probably only be posting 2.33 times a week, on average.  Guess you’ve noticed I’ve been leaning in that direction anyway.  Thanks to those of you who participated in my recent poll as to how often you’d like to see me posting, that was helpful.

THREE:  I’m a little disappointed as I’ve been cut from the school fund-raiser show for May 1st.  Well, I’m not the only one, a dad who also writes songs was supposed to play a couple too.  Seems they’ve re-examined their schedule and with the headlining act now secured they’re having to streamline the program.  I guess there has to be a good life lesson in here somewhere but at this particular moment I’m not quite seeing it.  But I’m sure I will!  Eventually.   Right, Ms Liara Covert, Dream Builder ?   🙂