Tales From Janet Land

Okay, well *first* of all...look at how long your hair is!Secondly, I am blushing...I haven't visited your blog until right now and didn't realize that the name was changed nor that the banner was changed.And lastly, he *was* content in your arms.He's not the only one from this family who is.

Well, I get it, sista. You know I do. And you did the right thing, no matter what anyone says. And I'm so sorry that someone chipped away further at your self esteem.Big hugs.

You should come to Canada for Mother's Day! I'll feed you vodka! And the kids can leave candy under my giving tree for the fairies and you won't have to lift a finger...I promise.Not enough, I know...but gosh I wish I could help you somehow.

I really agree wholeheartedly with Angie, Tanya. I wish that I had something solid and reassuring to say to you, but I don't and even if I did, right now, that's not what you need to hear.I'm sorry it's so hard and so painful. I really am.

I really hope that it's okay that I had to giggle through much of that article, even though I'm sure you know it wasn't lost on me.And then I got to, "Maybe God really isn't some scowling gay-hating deity raining down guilt and judgment and fear on all humankind after all." and I couldn't hold the laughter in. And now I've wet myself.
Thanks for sharing this, Mel.

I'm giddy for you! Really, really giddy! Oh, something is a-happenin', Mel! And I can hardly wait!

I'm so glad that you have friendly neighbors that you like! I'm jealous... we live in the country, too, but we only know a few of our neighbors and it took literally years before they would introduce themselves. Maybe it's just my neck of the woods, but the country folk out here are very, very private. The truly strange thing is that when I lived in Big City, I knew every one of my neighbors and had a great community. Thankfully, the neighbors we *do* know now are really good people.Wow..that was a long comment.

"I feel the school is looking for answers outside of their responsibility" put that in BOLD!This is a great letter, Mary and I'm so proud of you for writing it and speaking up for your son. He is so lucky to have you for his mother.

My tulips haven't bloomed, yet, but they're almost there. I just love Spring.I know what you mean about cleaning...I don't know why I bother with three children and husband who hasn't hit the laundry hamper in years!

I'm always thrilled to hear that you're in a good mood, Mary.I had to let you know that I tried to read your blog yesterday but my stupid computer wouldn't load the pages...I'll be playing catch up again this morning.

Number 32...YES! I have *so* thought that from time to time!And number 50....awesome! Told you we were separated at birth.

Oh, that's great.I needed to read that this afternoon....

I'll skip right past the Obama stuff because I don't keep up with American politics *at all*.But I'll gladly shout, "what the f*ck?!" with you.

It's time.

You mean you're not normally drunk by three o'clock on a Tuesday?!I usually start power drinking as soon as the school bus pulls away from the driveway and I try to stay drunk until dinnertime at the very least.