Over the River …

Over the river and through the woods,
To grandmother’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through (the) white and drifted snow!

Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ling!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

We didn’t go to Grandmother’s house, we went to TheBaby’s TheBug’s house (she’s really NOT a baby any more :() and she did a really great job of hosting her first holiday. I am so proud of that kid; she has grown into such a lovely and responsible young woman.

TheBoy DID text with love and let us know he missed us and wished he were home. I would have loved to hear his voice, but since it was me who told him that ANY contact, even a one-sentence text message was better that NOT hearing from him at all, I can’t complain.

I worry about him so; I KNOW that he’s no longer a child, he’s a young man of twenty-five, the same age his father was when TheBoy was born. He’s paying for his own apartment, he has two jobs, yada-yada-yada.

But …

He lives in Minneapolis (okay a suburb), and while it’s NOT the most dangerous city in the Midwest, it DOES make the top ten. He works a third shift in a convenience store – yeah, we all know about them.

So I worry. It’s my job. what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t worry?

Despite being worried about my children, all is pretty good over here at Casa de Looney. BigD and I are getting along famously and I am happy for that.

I feel how I feel and I decided this morning to try and see if I could make it through the end of the year without mentioning how shitty I feel, either here or IRL. Really, it’s at the point that if I have a good day THAT’S what is something that should be mentioned, so … let’s see how this works out.

I am out of order on the King Reading List – gah. I purchased 11/22/63 last week, when I was in the last third of Firestarter and of course, had to read it immediately. Finished Firestarter and realized that I do NOT have a copy of Cujo, unless it’s in the attic. Since getting into the attic is an exercise in futility for me without at least a little help, I bounced ahead to what I thought was next – Skeleton Crew. Of course, Different Seasons is next, but by the time I’d double checked I was already well into The Mist, which I finished last night. Tonight I will get back in order.

And yes, BigD, “Over the RiverIS a Thanksgiving song, you twit.

sound the warning

I did a stoopid thing tonight. It’s not the first time and Gawd knows it won’t be the last. But I did it and it left me feeling all … I can’t think of the word or phrase that I want, but it’s similar to “what the fuck have I done with my life“.

You know, like that.

Anyway, in looking for inspiration for a design for a new client I got sucked into all those awesome-wonderful blogs. You know the ones I mean: the thought-provoking writers, the drool-inspiring cooks, the drag-it-out-of-the-trash-and-make-it-shine decorators, the one shutter click/instant art photographers.

I don’t so much hate them as I envy their being able to grasp one interest and refine it – although there is that woman that can do almost everything. Well. And she’s really pretty.

Grrr …

But, I digest.

I also envy them the Internet. Though it’s more than likely a story I tell myself to make me feel better, I think if the Internet had been around 30 years ago, in it’s current incarnation, my life may have turned out different.

Of course, I KNOW that DIFFERENT does NOT equal BETTER, and I don’t have much to complain about now, so …


NONE of the above is to say that I am unhappy with my life as it is now or that I wish things were different – I DON’T.

Of course, I have bitches and nits – everybody does. Especially everybody who’s been married to the same person for over half their lives. Two people, getting older, having to deal with all the inevitable changes that aging brings to themselves as well as the person they live with, is not an easy thing.

But I cannot think of any other possible version of my life that I would trade the current version for.

Well, I probably wouldn’t say no if these fucking allergies would disappear.


I finished Night Shift and have moved on to The Dead Zone.

A & E has been running a commercial for “Bag of Bones” and it’s tempting me to break order and jump ahead, but I’m gonna really try and follow through on something.

Funny though, I don’t remember the book being as creepy as that video. Let’s hope the movie is HALF as creepy.

OMG – really?

little things

So what did I do this weekend?

I installed a filter on the shower – go me! I am hoping it’ll help with the dry hair and skin, though I have a sinking suspicion that THAT has more to do with the quality of my age than the quality of my water.


Finished The Bone Collector and have moved on to Night Shift by Stephen King and The Department of Lost & Found by Allsion Winn Scotch.

Made a SPECTACULAR (and yes, I DO say so myself) Hubbard squash pie. It was more or less an experiment to see if squash pie tastes like pumpkin pie.

It does.

Went shopping and to lunch w/TheBug, as always a bunch of fun. I really believe that if she wasn’t my kid we’d be great friends. She makes me laugh so much that after we’ve spent a day together I go home w/a stomachache.

So, what else?

Finished up a few sites over at MadBee. Things are percolating over there which makes me happy. I LOVE designing sites, if you or someone you know NEEDS a website I AM your go-to girl. No one faster or as inexpensive for the high quality of work.


Enough of that, I don’t really want to turn this into an advertising platform for my business. But just so you know 😉

I’ve spent the last week or so tooling around the webs, catching up with the old gang. A LOT of them I’ve been in touch with via Facebook, so that’s cool.

It occurred to me while I was over there making Taco Bake for my lonely, lonesome lunch that I am going to have to be a bit more selective as to what I write about here. Since my blog (which has been around for YEARS) is now linked to my Facebook page (which has NOT been around for years), y’know.

So what’s the big deal, you may be wondering? Well, in the previous ten years or so, when I was plain old JL, I could be fairly explicit with just about anything, whether it was married stuff ( 😳 ) or detailed descriptions of the latest brouhaha I got into with – well, just about anybody. Now that JL and Jackee have merged, so to speak, things may have to be different.

It remains to be seen.

I am thinking of coloring my hair this afternoon. Truth is I’ve BEEN thinking of coloring my goddamn hair for the past three weeks. Thinking is as far as I’ve gotten. I know it needs to be done, but I just can’t seem to get my dead ass in gear to do it. I can’t seem to get my dead ass to do much of anything these days if the truth is known and I don’t know why.

Anyway – hair.

I don’t, as some suggest, need to color my hair because of “the grey”. I have little to NO grey and that is the damn truth. I have wrinkles, I have a muffin-top, I have grody callouses on the bottom of my feet. I can’t see six inches in front of my face without glasses. I suffer from a score of age-related female botherations.

But I DO NOT color my hair to cover the grey!

I know why I keep putting it off, though. It’s because the thought of keeping my arms raised for any amount of time just makes me think, “Aw, fuck it, let go blah.