tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158471392024-03-07T21:00:09.539-06:00All In A Day's Workjanjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.comBlogger1507125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-14789208723423411042022-01-18T13:03:00.002-06:002022-01-18T13:03:24.029-06:00My Love Song and Magnum OpusThis is my love song,The love was all wrong. Change is hard.
Trust, often betrayed,
hard to bestow on this house of cards.
This Was My Story, This Was My SongToo much to lose,
No hope to choose.
Nothing but abuse.
Oh look, Booze!
All good, just hang loose!
Everything is an excuse.
It keeps me here to mind my cues.
Get off my back, you fucking cooze!
Be right back, quick blues.
The janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-55705447640268008582022-01-07T11:04:00.004-06:002022-01-07T11:04:47.701-06:00Hard shit and all the feelsWhat if women must be managed inside of societal circles (CHURCH) to keep men from sinning because men just can't help being attracted to women in such a way that they will give up everything for it? Especially very young and beautiful women...but also any woman acting friendly that is bangable. Men have this NEED, you know?? What if they can use their power and influence to janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-3720456916467206862018-12-17T19:07:00.000-06:002018-12-17T19:09:16.099-06:00Parenting 301
When my kids were babies, all I could think about was meeting their
needs, keeping us all fed and getting as much sleep as possible. I also tried
to keep us all bathed and showered...daily was the goal, but I can't say that we
always achieved it. I was also attempting to manage our household. I didn't
believe it could all be so hard. I couldn't wait until the kids janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-31388626039942564962017-12-29T11:37:00.002-06:002017-12-29T11:37:33.575-06:00PowerlessnessI am an a thinker-sometimes, an over-thinker. Thinkers are people who consider all sides to a story. The inner workings of this mind is constantly analyzing everything-exhaustively examining everything. A word or tidbit will get under my skin and I will dissect it and not let it go until my mind has found some sort of solution or reconciliation.
When I was younger, it was all very janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-54404523966650226232017-12-29T11:28:00.001-06:002017-12-29T11:28:59.077-06:00The Gift of GodI was a substitute teacher. I loved it so much. There are so many diverse and wonderful teenagers in the world. I was just the right mix of thoughtful and sarcastic for this job to be a good fit. The kids often asked me questions. They asked about parenting. I said, "Don't do it, it's all a big trick. You pour your heart and soul into them and they rejectjanjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-86086523532014342562016-01-17T13:36:00.000-06:002016-01-17T13:36:09.177-06:00Ch-ch-changesChurch is different now.
I'm not wrestling a car seat or a diaper bag. I'm not making up a bottle or filling a sippy cup. I don't have a bag filled with quiet toys, books and snacks. I don't race the clock to get myself and three other females ready for church...the race that started early the night before with baths and locating everything from tights to wipes.
Church is different janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-12651577300416495652015-12-06T23:45:00.000-06:002015-12-06T23:45:22.250-06:00My TestimonyI don't remember a time in my life when I did not know Jesus. I have always felt like He was my best friend: an attached, invisible friend. So, when I was doing well, He was right there, smiling proudly. When I was not doing the right things though, He was so sad and disappointed. Every Sunday of my childhood, when the altar call came, it was all I could do to keep from going janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-90057284494235303672015-10-30T15:09:00.000-05:002015-10-30T15:09:35.779-05:00Pensive...Today, I'm doing a lot of reflecting. I just had a long and drawn out debate with my daughter on the book of faces. She thinks that everything boils down to racism. I do not agree. But I am so glad to see her being passionate about changing the world. It's refreshing, really. We get our passionate sparks for social justice ignited. Sometimes janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-54327408804356097922015-10-14T10:17:00.002-05:002015-10-14T10:17:55.158-05:00MercyOriginally published at my new gig. http://www.backrowonline.com/devotionals/drop-your-stone
John 8:3-11 is one of my favorite references to the teachings of Christ in the Bible. What basically happens is that a whole group of Pharisees come to Jesus with a woman who is actually caught in the act of adultery. The penalty, for her at least, was to be stoned to death. They janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-84633660055104898032015-09-10T15:00:00.001-05:002015-09-10T15:00:39.702-05:00janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-41196175836982251432015-06-21T11:28:00.001-05:002015-06-21T11:29:37.665-05:00Parenting IS HardSo, I skipped church today. I sit here writing this, fully dressed for church. Hair done, make-up(I don't really wear a lot but what little I do wear is there.), ready for a day with my peeps. But, I couldn't do it. I fought with my youngest on the way in. We had unkind words...mostly mine. I brought us home and I just.could.not. I literally could. not. even. janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-61127614634294813572014-08-12T19:21:00.001-05:002014-08-12T19:21:36.377-05:00Love is...
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
New International Version (NIV)
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love is janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-33971724141028330782014-05-13T09:44:00.000-05:002014-05-13T09:44:02.833-05:00Mother's DayMy first Mother's Day without my mom is now completed. It was a hard day. Everything made me think of her. As I take comfort in the things in my home that used to be hers, it is a daily reminder that she is gone. The loss is felt deep within my soul but I would not wish her back here for anything. While I know that this was a difficult day for all she left behind, I janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-37394554888227237362014-05-13T09:27:00.002-05:002014-05-13T09:27:49.087-05:00That 'Old' FeelingI have been substituting for almost 2 full school years. Yes, I am still loving it in a way that I did not expect. I have made friends with most all of the teachers and I really enjoy having such a wide variety of personality types as co-workers. But, surprisingly, my most favorite part is the teenagers. I love them. They are so much fun to tease. I pretended I was mean janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-59237025535290390982014-01-10T09:37:00.000-06:002014-01-10T09:37:46.315-06:00MomMy mom's preacher read this for me at her service. I needed to record it here.
Today, my mother is an angel. She'd be the first to tell you she wasn't always. But in many ways, she was. She was one of the most hospitable people I've ever known. She loved feeding people and sharing the table with loved ones. Most of our happiest memories involve a huge meal janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-15912303144510653222013-09-14T15:31:00.000-05:002013-09-14T15:37:00.134-05:0025 CentsI don't remember how old I was, but it was young enough that a quarter was a lot of money to me. I'm not sure how many times I had seen it before, but on this day, I saw it differently. In many ways, it was like I saw it for the first time. My Ma was walking down her driveway with her walker to get her mail and the paper. I was sitting on my school bus. It janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-86827377046765595172013-06-12T15:10:00.003-05:002013-06-12T15:10:53.476-05:00FREEdom!My kids are all at camp this week. I do miss them but I have needed this break for a long time. I don't think I even considered how overextended I am. I was too busy to notice!! Things are going to be adjusted, and in fact, have already undergone adjustments. My kids are growing up, life is in its busiest phase and I HAVE to be PRESENT during this time. Really janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-88124755058859601862013-04-23T22:49:00.002-05:002013-04-23T22:49:40.444-05:00I'm Back!I have forsaken the old blog for far too long and the cobwebs in my brain are building up. I don't care for that feeling. I'm just the kind of girl that has to get things out on a regular basis. Keeps me sane. Facebook has been a poor substitute because if I tell how I really feel, I sometimes cause a lot of grief. Other times, I receive a lot of grief. Either janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-25778566702055179222013-04-22T21:28:00.000-05:002013-04-22T21:28:39.782-05:00Doing It WrongLong, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, I was a homeschooling mom. Every day there was a plan and every day, a percentage of those plans was thwarted. Some days a little, some days were completely overthrown. Those complete overthrow days were usually a great success in other ways though. A beautiful day when going outside to get the mail would create a longing to be janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-43782416589371513012013-03-26T08:54:00.001-05:002013-03-26T08:54:27.720-05:00New Things:
I am now a substitute teacher at the high school my two oldest daughters attend. I love it but I often spend hours being emotional after I work because some of the kids have such a hard life. High school is not a soothing, nurturing place.
I am a full time student and I have all A's and B's...except for the class with the teacher from hell that won't post the assignments janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-79316337173746652072013-02-04T21:15:00.002-06:002013-02-04T21:15:35.725-06:00Regrets...Everyone has at least one regret in their life, right? I have a really big one: Not finishing college. Sooo, I am now back to school. Last semester, I took a history course online so I could have enough hours to be a substitute teacher. It sort of gave me a nudge in the right direction...now I am all in. Full-time and I cannot say that I love it. I also janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-32797206796464119022012-12-03T09:19:00.000-06:002012-12-03T09:19:02.890-06:00PoliticsSo much in my brain that needs to come out. I've exhausted myself with politics. I am convinced thast America is on the decline not because America isn't smart, but because they are ignorant. We are doing things on automatic because we don't know any better. It isn't that I am uncaring about the poor and underprivileged (I grew up that way and I am cetainly not rich now!),janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-85309536812456492162012-12-03T09:11:00.001-06:002012-12-03T09:11:39.716-06:00NeglectMy blog is much neglected of late. So is my house and my hair is long overdue for a trim. There are mini gardens in my backyard that remain in need of attention. This is my life right now. I have to prioritize and that means some stuff gets left out. My children are center stage right now and my job as chaffeur is much in demand. I also lend my chaffeur skills janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-22129451276734578592012-11-05T17:45:00.001-06:002012-11-05T17:50:46.628-06:00I Am Gabriel: A ReviewThis movie is a family and faith movie. It is designed to be a movie you can watch with friends and family without worrying that the content will be offensive. The problem is that this movie is kind of hard to believe. The basic idea is that an angel comes to town to save it. Couple this concept with a low budget and some really bad acting and you have a movie even Bo Dukejanjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15847139.post-69770098725741423032012-09-14T22:40:00.000-05:002012-09-15T17:58:29.947-05:00GroundedOne of my children is grounded from a particular social networking site. She was so sick and upset about it that she went to bed early. I am so saddened by all these virtual connections we have now. It is such an illusion. I had a long talk with my children about not having Facebook friends that are not real friends because then it serves no purpose. Facebook janjanmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15390742086078397725noreply@blogger.com1