Over Three Years Now

Over three years now since we all met.

My Uber Blessing Buddy, Kalyani — Fuzzy Pants Lady a.k.a. My Backup Singer (and Wonderful Songwriter,) is the other little girl’s mother.

I’m sure I’ve got good pix of the girls at age 8 somewhere too. But 3 will have to do for today!

“Age 9″ was taken yesterday after a sleep-over here, doing a little landscaping out front.

“Age 7″ was taken at our very very wonderful Barton Springs.

“Age 6″ was taken only a couple months after we all met, after the girls’ first sleep-over.

I like that they are both wearing t-shirts of mine in the Age 6 one.

And how are YOU??

I hope you are having a GREAT day!? (Or evening, as the case may be?)

Poetry book winners announced here as soon as I can.  I promise. I was going to run up my tree and do that earlier, but got side-tracked by this post — glad I did, tho. This post makes me smile.

In other news…

I am a bit behind with blog reading and with comment answering, sorry.  Happens a lot to me!

And BB needs whipped cream, candles, dishes and serving spoons for his feast!!

But it’s all good.

Got some beautiful magical song creating done Friday night in the studio.  I love working with George Coyne!

Planning to get away for a mini-vacation tomorrow and Wednesday.

Then coming back to make and enjoy our Thanksgiving Meal.

But directly after I post this, I shall grab a bath, my lucky blue hat, my guitar and zip to the library to work on song charts.

Hope you are having an awesome moment!!!

Take care!

Love, Jannie
xoxo

My Lucky Blue Hat

My lucky blue hat. My lucky blue hat.

I feared I might have lost it.

But I found it on the dryer yesterday.

So glad me or nobody’d tossed it.

I bought it maybe 12 years ago.

Can’t remember what it costed.

Probably about $19.99, which at

50 cents each, would buy me 39.98

delicious (untaxed) donuts, frosted.

Well, holy cow!  It’s Friday.

And that deep offering is a Friday Flash Fiction in 55 words.

For whom?

For YOUM – Mr G-Man!

FFF55s are FUN!! Post one and G-Man will pop over and comment and book, (whatever book means.)

Please note – NO FFF55 next week.

xoxo

Jannie

Love Beats Hate — a poem

I hate saying the word hate.
But I already have 3 times
since I started this post.

(4 times now, with that photo.)

Kelly says, “I hate this game.”
“I hate this cheese.” “I hate that team.”
“I hate you,” the latter last evening.

(I lost my patience and yelled at her,
so she was probably justified in that.
Both forgiven now. Today all new.)

Forgiveness is the ultimate love.

(Be sure to forgive yourself.)

Some people who were not held
sweetly as babies set up web pages
for the sake of hate against others.

Others say snide things about people
on their blogs because they are fearful,
and being mean often gets them a laugh.

(And I thought this LoveBeatsHate thing
would be hard to write about, but look at me
finding words here in this luuuv “hotseat.”)

Love seat?

The swing above was
a loveseat Kelly, Peach
and I shared in March 2002
in North Carolina.

Love is good.

I choose love.

Love is something you do.

Love is reigning.

Love (not Coke,) is it.

“When we judge we leave no room for love.” — Mother Theresa.

Love is in me.

Love is in you.

Love IS me.

Love IS you.

“Love power
It rules us
takes over
and shoes us.”)

(I don’t think
that last line
is correct, but
it does make
sense to me)

because

My Wonderful Friend, Suzie, the sunshine gal in this pic (at Kelly’s 5th birtday party,)

recently gave me a pair of black ALL-leather Kenneth Cole shoes, ones her mother bought for her at a yard sale in Texarcana, but were a little too small for Suzie.

Whoo-hoooo!!

Love is the way to go.

Love is a gift you give yourself.

How will YOU choose love today?

Other bloggers are taking part in this LoveBeatsHate posting fest!

Click here to enter your link and see who’s on the Linky Tools list.

Here’s Jeanne’s eloquent post for this fest.

Here’s the Face Book page.

Please consider tweeting using the hashtag #LoveBeatsHate

THANKS!!! 

Love, Jannie
xoxo

And Now She Is 9

As a newborn she wore the Bambi shirt. Now her doll wears it.

Kirsten, American Girl Doll — 18″ tall.

Kelly at birth — 18.5″ tall.

Kelly today — very petite for her age. But perfectly perfect in every way.

Happy Birthday, Angel.  Mom and Dad love you more than anything!

I know you’re not officially 9 until 2:10 p.m. but I couldn’t wait to post this!!  Of course you’re sleeping now anyway.

Sweet dreams, Angel. Sweet dreams.

xoxoxoxoxxoxoxooxoxoxoxo

 don’t werry – i catched the bloon!

Somewhere Down The Lacy River — Funny Typos 18

1. My favorite part of the waterpark is always the lacy river.

2. Is fertilizer made from pants or is it somehow synthesized from oil?

3. Getting rid of that beat-up old venetian window blond was a good way to go.

4. Thank you SO much for singing our Endometriosis Petition!

[Speaking of singing, look for me doing that here on video, Sept. 6th. One of my new songs!]

[There will also be a give-away post here on Sept 22nd on my blog's 2nd anniversary -- for 5 poetry books, 3 of my "I Need A Man" Cds, and 3 hand-written letters from me on gorgeous stationery with amazingly beautiful stamps!]

5. With art, I say go ahead and put all your eggs in one gasket!

6.  I’m impressed how you always jump through hops to post such captivating pix for us!

[And this picture shows hops.  I had NO IDEA what hops plants looked like or that they grew so tall -- which is kinda strange, me being a beer lover and all.  Did YOU know what hops looked like?]

7.  The July 4th firewords went on for well over an hour.

8.  I can now post photos up to 790 px wide because I’ve slimed my sidebar down to 150px!

9.  Learning to play a new song on guitar AND sing at the same time almost always gets my brian twisted up.

(Of course, he’s EVERYbody’s brian. I mean Brian, an awesome blogging poet and friend to so many!)

10.  Well, gotta go now to make a new sidebar button to kink up another fine blog!

P.S.  At Funsterment Global Inc.’s annual meeting last week, the Board voted unanimously to start posting these typos when 10 are reached, instead of making the world wait for a full 20. 

Posted with love by:

Jannie Funster,
Funsterment Global Inc. CEO
xoxoxo