After a few relaxing times around the lazy river, Jim turned suddenly frisky and I captured his water slide antics in this 25-second video…
(No, it was not really Jim on that slide, it’s a clip off Youtube. [I was joking but I see how I totally gave the impression it was Jim, sorry. Jimmy would be sick for a week if he spun around on that thing even once, let alone 4 or 5 times. ]
That guy couldn’t be My Jim anyway ’cause My Jim is ‘way friskier and would’ve turned cartwheels, back flips and ended with a double lutz inside that thing. ) [Except he'd probalby puke, poor sweet Jimmy.]
So, Lance is THE ULTIMATE WINNER for best describing what Jannie Funster is all about. He will receive a bag of Cheetos, a box of 5-oz Dixie Cups and pair of brand-spanking-new mismatched socks.
To you “also-rans” who vied for the tagline title but met with crushing defeat in the face of bras and beers, and to all of you who come here regularly, thanks for reading — you are the hearts and bones of JannieFunster.com and I appreciate your support so much.
And guess what?! I’m finally getting my blogroll set up, so please check it out and let me know in the comments below if your blog’s name is correct. it will be linked forever. And ever!
Totally forgot to tell you that I guest-posted over at Patricia’s Wisdom a couple days ago. She’s off to Scotland on vacation, don’t you know, Patricia is. Over there flinging her kilt to the wind.
And to tide you over in the image department, here’s a photo of me with an apparent wine glow when Kelly was 3. I really miss that pink hoodie — Kelly’s second bunny, a.k.a. Loveable Fluff Of Terror, munched it full of holes. You ever have a rabbit in the house as a pet? What a hoot that was.
And a Deep Question… Where do you see your future in blogging and / or the future of blogging in general?
Picture me today as Vinny in gold chains, Hear the scratch of my polyester sleeves against my fake oak desk as I lean forward to claim that “This — My Excellent Friend — is your lucky day to get in on the ground floor of a once-in-a-lifetime unbelievable opportunity.
‘Cept I’m just regular old Jannie sipping tea here on my futon.
But there is a real deal and her name is Thomma Lyn Grindstaff, author of the very well received Mirror Blue, her debut novel on the Black Lyon Publishing label.
Imagine if Nora Ephron (When Harry Met Sally, You’ve Got Mail, Julie & Julia,) had just published her first novel. And imagine she had a personal blog where she would respond to your comments with a smile and a wink. And often a hug. And suppose she might post wonderful things, as Thomma Lynn does, like…
photos of hikes on her Tennessee mountain,
her garden’s progress this year, where she took this…
to this…
to this…
to this…
and this…
and these.
To have been new BFFs with Nora Ephron when she was just starting out, would that have been cool, or what? That’s how I feel about Thomma Lynn, pictured below with her Marilyn MonREOW. I stumbled onto Thomma Lynn’s Tennessee Text Wrestling blog last fall and am so lucky to call this gardening, cat-wrangling mountain-hiking woman my good friend.
Mirror Blue is categorized as a Literary Romance Novel — Literary being the key word, thankfully, as for me Romance Novel usually conjures up images of Aunt Lucilda engrossed in soaps, chain-smoking menthols and swilling Yoo-hoo while devouring Harlequin Romances. But please, for the love of Pete, don’t let your mind linger on that lovely image one second longer. Mirror Blue falls dead opposite on the Aunt Lucilda spectrum. When you think Mirror Blue, think longing, waiting, charm, humor, deep thoughts, intrigue and heartbreak via characters you easily grow to love and root for, in pages that flow like a dream of delights on many levels, written in highly original, often poetic prose, with a plot that keeps you rooted and rapt from the first sentence to the last. I can see it as a gripping movie.
And I’d tell you a bit about the storyline but I’ll leave that to Julia of the “A Piece Of My Mind” blog in her excellent Mirror Blue review.
So — My Excellent Friends — act NOW to get in on this ground-floor Thomma Lynn’s Grindstaff deal while she’s still got the time and energy for all us little people! She’s already on the third revision of her new book “Heart’s Chalice,” with more novels to come.
Oh, and talk about a mutual admiration cooincidence, Thomma Lynn recently published a review of My CD “I Need A Man” on her blog. Small world of love.
It was this past Wednesday, about 1:30 p.m. Central Standard Time.
I had just finished yoga and a bean taco. Kelly had played and sang “Ain’t She Sweet” on piano 39 times and was settling into Spongebob as l was logging onto Darren Rowse’s ProBlogger.
Knowing full well that Melbourne 12:07 a.m. was hours ago and I’d have zero chance at being even remotely close to Darren’s first commenter, I was still looking forward to gleaning something great on blogging… when what to my wondering big eye did appear at the top of THE super-super blogging A-lister’s post – but MY NAME linked in flashing lights. I’m serious! (Well, maybe not about the flashing lights, but it sure felt like it.) Little Jannie Funster featured and linked on ProBlogger in a post called How To Improve your Blog – Learn How To Take Criticism Well.
Holy freaking cow. And calf. And a 3-legged goat or two.
It felt nice to be shouted out by ProBlogger for something I’d said in a comment the day before and probably always. Yes, upon my deathbed I shall still be basking in the glow of my ProBlogger link. “Hey Dearie, pass the prune juice and step up my morphine, will ya? And did I ever mention the Summer of ‘09 when ProBlogger linked me up, when my traffic zoomed from 300 daily uniques to over 1000 for two days in a row? Oh, I did? Sorry.”
Hey, maybe it’s just the first of more links to come if I submit something cool as a guest post to ProBlogger. Or to other bloggers. Hey, why not?! The mind’s the limit. And if I can do it, so can YOU.
Anonymous, I wish I hadn’t spammed your comment on my Blogging Addiction Survey post, else I’d email to get your physical address so I could drive or fly over Right Now to give you a big ol’ bear-hug, yep squeeze the stuffing right out of you. Sounds like you could use some hugs.
And Anonymous, you might just have jump-started my Twitter recalcitrance too. I bought “Twitter For Dummies” yesterday. Thanks! I now owe you two. Or three.
