This is a posting from 2013, back when I was MJ (Married Janet).
For our anniversary this week, I got exactly what I was wishing for, but never expected to receive. Don’t you just love it when that happens?
Jim bought me a new Nissan Pathfinder. He secretly parked it in the garage, then called me in under false pretenses. I tell ya, I’ve never been more surprised. (And I pride myself on being tough to surprise.)
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Originally posted in 2013
As an animal advocate, I prefer to avoid consuming them. Instead, I’m perfectly happy watching cows and sheep graze the rolling hills of Marin. I pretend they’re able to do that until a ripe old age, whereupon they die in a pasture, fat and happy.
The truth is, there’s not much I can do for these particular animals except refuse to dine on them. Still, I find it frustrating to know I’m helpless to change their fate. Continue reading
I’m fortunate enough to be godmother to 3 awesome kids. Or I guess I should say adults now that they’re in their 30’s. I swear, where does the time go? Seems it was only five years ago I was speeding down the freeway, like a maniac, to get there in time to witness Martin’s birth. (I made it.)
Fast forward to now and what a special young man Martin has become. I have to admit I had misgivings when he was a youngster and continually challenged his parents (emphasis on continually). But to their credit, they persevered, and today Martin is a thoughtful, loving, good-natured, and engaging young man. And, lest you forget, also my godson!
It sits safely tucked away on the back shelf in my garage. During my once-a-year purging, I come across its cold, musty leather with worn straps barely holding it together. The feel of it in my hand is cool and tight around my fingers and it smells of leather oil. I love that particular scent because it brings back fond memories of my childhood.When you’re an 8-year-old tomboy, the best gift you can receive is your brother’s baseball glove that helped the Indians win the Little League Championship.
Continue readingSummer is my favorite time of year, not just for the nice warm weather, vacations, and lots of time outside, but for the abundance of scrumptious fruit available to us in California. I’m a fruit freak. If you opened my fridge today, you’d wonder how many people live with me. (That would be zero.) But I can’t help it. I’m a stocker. I stock up on things, just like my mom did.
I enjoy most fruit but some I simply tolerate, like grapefruit and papaya. Also, I can take or leave kiwi. Now don’t get me wrong; I have nothing super negative to say about those fruits, other than they’re boring. To me they’re not in the same ballpark as cherries or watermelon. And while we’re at it, throw in blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries.
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