Tales From Janet Land

I could have written the first part of this post, Angie...I was feeling the very same way about the mornings when I sat down to check my e-mails.Evenings are a close second, too...but mostly because that's the time when I can hear the American Boy's voice.I had no idea that little kittens needed to be burped! That's kinda cool.

I can't remember where I first saw it...it was many moons ago.But I do remember remarking that it was anonymous.

"If the only prayer we ever said in life was thank you...that would be enough".I won't wake you....

Oh, Angie...I'm so sorry to read that things have been going this way and that you're on the same road traveled too often with your daughter. I don't imagine that it's any easier to refuse the help this time, but you know what's best for you *and* for her...even if she doesn't realize it, yet. Keep cuddling that sweet little kitten and give it everything you wish you could give to your daughter....

It's fun finding people you "used to know". I'm not on MySpace...just facebook....and while I don't have fond memories of high school at all, it has been interesting, to say the least, to find out what people have been up to.

I would hunt the owner's down....

I want that coffee table immediately, if not sooner!!!

I agree with you one hundred percent, Mary, on the issue of crazy drivers....scary stuff.

Your "day off" sounds a lot like my days off!Hooray for Kota and karate! And it's awesome to read that he's feeling and acting more like himself since school let out....Have a great day, Mary.

A change in weather will do it as far as a headache is concerned...happens to me, too.Sounds like a great weekend, though!

Lovely.

Remember that when we just brush off hurtful comments without acknowledging the way that they made us feel, we aren't moving forward.So, I'm proud of you for all that you've shared with me and I'm equally, if not more, proud of you for writing and posting this. For giving yourself a voice instead of waiting for someone to hear you.And finally, I wonder, just now, if K's comment hurt a bit more than usual because she's my *friend*. Not some stranger. Maybe the hurt came from the fact that I liked her for a long time.P.S. I love the package you come in...

Nice.

Oh. I can't listen to stuff on dial up, either.

I don't like camping but I *so* understand the need to get literally closer to the earth. I guess I have an unfair advantage, living in the middle of no-f*cking-where, eh?I know you guys will have an amazing time...both of you need a getaway from the day to day.And by the way, I *love* that there's chocolate in your garden, too.