The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 15 April 2013 @ 8:20 AM
hi kids! sinse my Jannie stil werking so mutch wit ebae, i maked you a speshill poste…
(don’t werry — the todlers had there own egg area, so my kelly and she big frends did not trample them up.)
so that’s it from me.
Now i have to help my jannie wit she pakking boxes and shiping labels. we having so mutch fun selling things that maeks peepil happy.
posted wit mutch loves from me — BB.
P.S. i am delited to answir all yor kommints, thanks yoo.
Just Good Stuff, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 4 March 2013 @ 11:59 AM
Considering Kelly’s been in Level 6 gymnastics for only 5 weeks, I’d say her 9.45 score for that routine in Dallas yesterday, earning her 2nd place for beam in her age group, is a darn fine achievement!
She also placed 2nd for her floor routine, with a 9.3.
She loves everything about gymnastics!
I do too! Of course, I’m just the chauffeur and check-writer, but the sport is wonderful and she has the best training you can imagine with really wonderful people!!
And due to their great scores yesterday, Kelly and her mates will advance to Level 7 in June!!
Now, beautiful and handsome friends….. I may not be posting here again for a month as another lady and I are sharing a business venture that needs a lot of time and attention. Might take only 2-3 weeks, tho. We’ll see how it goes.
I’ll be out to see you all at some point.
Have fun and laugh muchly every day, okay?! Life is beautiful.
Nova Scotia, Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 23 October 2012 @ 12:07 PM
where their red hair comes from
but that’s okay, it comes from love’s
ocean we’re all mermaiding in.
it comes from the doctor’s daughter who
in 1916 at age 10 posed in a Nova Scotia
summergarden with a chestnut violin.
it comes from the pines and the lilacs
of the dance hall she bought on auction
with 800 borrowed dollars in 1942,
the dance hall now in arrears,
but with my loving intention will shine
up the seashells again in seven years.
(because all love is up to me.)
one day, the invisible red thread that ties us all together
will reveal how after her too-young Episcopalian minister
husband died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart attack,
she took up buying and selling
antiques for the next 35 years,
finally closing shop at age 85
and her eyes at age 97.
how she never remarried, but
for a while had a beau who landed
on the beach in front of her house
to take her flying by seaplane.
how she loved silver
blue cotton sundresses
a glass of white a night
her 3 sons, their wives
and went on to outlive
all her sisters and friends,
but not the lilacs, and
not the love writing
this bottled message
here in Texas today.
will 2 red-haired angels
one day get to be friends
with a little half-sister,
maybe show her around
all the secret caves and coves
of the island they call home?
I hope so!
but who knows?
who knows how it
all will go, really?
i sure don’t, but
my money’s on the love
and on the red string
that knows all
the best waves are
still yet to come.
~~ end of poem written with hope and trust in all things good.
And hey — it’s
Sorry I’ve not been out to most of your blogs lately, I’m still in major bread-winning mode these days.
Love you all, tho. And plan on blog-hopping later this week, whoooohoooooo.
The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 5 October 2012 @ 11:08 AM
Wow — her first 9.5!
And so sweet of Blue Bunny to think she deserved an 11.
For that “performance” she placed 7th of 35 girls in her age division last weekend at her 3rd-ever meet.
What a great Level 5 USA Gymnastics bars moment!
She’s worked amazingly hard.
Now I am off to
play work amazingly hard on eBay and songs, but mostly eBay for the next little while — while drinking wine and coffee, but probably not at the same time.
And I look forward to lots of fun blog-reading-and-commenting breaks, whoooohoooooo.
Y’all take care now, ya hear!!
Photography, Poetry, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 25 September 2012 @ 1:35 PM
Sometimes you watch them
from an umbrella or a window
or a harbor castle’s keep.
Whatever a keep is.
Something that holds
things in I guess.
But there’s no holding in
kids or flowers with hearts
and minds of their own.
Sometimes a poem that starts
about children playing in morning rain
after a birthday slumber party
ends in a grand revelation
that this year your impatiens
must’ve roamed off to Rome.
But… you sweep the
walkway for this post,
Postie’s on the way,
and even with Rome roamers,
you know everything’s still good.
Really so very wonderfully good.
With love to all you AWESOME-sweet ones.
Have fun out cavorting in
the wild-flowered poetry meadows. See you there soon!
Yes, I watered them all summer!
(The kids AND the flowers!!)
Probably just need to upgrade my soil.