Ode to Oracle

My Friend Linette

In short, I have never known anyone like her. She walks into a room and for those who don't know her, they're not quite sure what to make of her. To be sure, she's what your mother would have called a "big girl". And she's big in all kinds of ways. Tall and boisterous and opinionated and happy and helpful and cheerful and just busting to tell you about the latest thing that's thrilling her to no end or royally pissing her off.

When you're in Linette's inner sanctum you get the real deal...sometimes whether you want it or not. She'll tell you if that new rug in your living room is ugly or if you've got hips built-for-birthing or if your kid whines too much. Don't expect too much sugar coating because sometimes you just get the bitter pill. As it turns out, what I am getting is usually the medicine that no one else had the courage or inclination to give me.

She is my daughter's Godmother. I chose her after much reflection. There were other choices to be sure. I know that she takes it seriously. She won't be sending cards every minute but she will make sure that McKenna always knows she has a Godmother out in California.

There all kinds of specifics I could share about Linette but I'm not going to do that today. I just wanted to throw something out there about how thankful I am that she's my friend--even from afar.

Thank goodness for my female friendships. Men just cannot and should not be the end-all be-all.

As Good As It Gets

Ah, life goes on. After all the college and the resumes and the career and the marriage and the travel...let's face it--I'm a housewife. OK...homemaker. My children and my husband are my life. It's not a bad deal all in all. I just can't complain when it comes down to it.

Ethan's vocabulary is exploding and he's actually quite articulate about some things. And opinions...he's just full of them. McKenna contnues to be easy easy and oh so content. Jim works hard, travels every few weeks, and I take the helm at 1839. It's not perfect around here but it's very good. And loving. I thank God that I was blessed with my family and that my choices continue to be good ones. I don't know if I will have anything profound to share but oh well. I guess if nothing else, I want my children to understand that there is happiness and contentment in the world. I hope that they will see that Mom loved them to the moon and to the stars and back again. They will know what it means to have an opinion and to share it when it's appropriate. And they will know that it's OK to have a point of view that is authentic and unique. So here goes!

Not Desperate

A housewife...but not desperate! Not yet, anyway.

So much to do. It's 11:30 at night and as usual, I'm behind the proverbial eight ball. Back from Bahamas and I need a vacation from my vacation. Buried in laundry, house stuff everywhere, paper work piled up. And what am I doing? Starting a blog. For the second time. This blog business is very appealing to me. I've put it off because I don't know where to start or I question whether I really have anything to say that's worthy of the time and the effort. Deep down, I know that Janie's girl is dying to let it out and even if not one living soul reads this dribble, I'll be better off for putting the words out there.