Never trust flapping gums…

I guess there is another category here… the blogger.

You know the ones. Always talking for the sake of hearing their own voices.

There’s the rambler, who continually talks about random things in no logical order whatsoever. This person is generally harmless and in some cases can be very entertaining.

Then there’s the air head who repeats themselves over and over sometimes in the same words and sometimes saying the same thing in 14 different versions. Sometimes this person literally forgets that they “already said that” and sometimes they might think you didn’t understand them the first time, thus requiring them to repeat the message in several other formats to be on the safe side. Which really, just makes them look like an idiot.

You have your boaster, who is constantly bragging about something they have or can do better than anyone else. “My man and I have the best relationship and sex life”, 6 months later they’re filing for divorce. “I have an extremely high tolerance for pain”, complains constantly about their pain. “look at all my nice possessions, I have a lot of money”, on the verge of bankruptcy and foreclosure. I’ve always said, someone who brags that much about themselves is only trying to convince “themselves”.

Finally, that brings us to the gossiper, the worst of all of them. Continually talking about someone else’s business, family, job, finances, you name it they never run out of things to say about someone else and 98% of the time it’s negative and completely untrue. If this person is talking smack about someone else to you, think about what they must be saying to that person about you. Seriously. I’ve known people like this throughout my entire life and I always wondered what they thought they were gaining by doing this? My final conclusion to that question is: Nothing. They gain nothing. They do however lose, a lot. No one trusts this person because they have no integrity. Zero. None.

I guess there is another category here… the blogger. The blogger is the best of all of these “talker” types because, #1. we’re not actually talking. #2. We’re not in the habit of naming names and calling people out. #3. Speaking for myself only, a lot of my blog entries are solely based on my own personal observations and experiences. #4. If you’re reading this it is because you chose to. I haven’t forced you to “listen”. 😉

Have a fabulous day!



Playing the name game…

You did it! You gave your perfect baby a perfect name, until it’s not. …or is it?


As a new parent you understandably want to choose the best possible name for your little one. You might get a baby name book from your local book store or library, you may do a few google searches or you might just start writing down names and arranging them in various combinations.  There are a lot of different things that go through your mind as you begin the quest for the perfect combination of names that flow together like a beautiful melody.

You’ll go through your favorites and start narrowing them down most likely with some comments in favor of or against certain ones, for instance, “No, that was your ex girlfriends name”, “That was my horrid neighbors name when I was 9”, “That’s the name of a swine from a movie”, “I love that one it was your great grandmothers”, etc… Eventually you come up with the perfect combination.

You did it! You gave your perfect baby a perfect name, until it’s not. …or is it?

Jane is my middle name. It belonged to my great-grandmother before I was gifted with it. I actually like it, a lot, even after someone once called me Plain Jane. At first I was taken aback by that but after some thought, took it as a compliment. The name Jane is not just a name, it is a word with a fabulous definition: jane /jān/ noun US informal  1. a woman  I am Jane.

Now I know this is the most ridiculous thing ever, but what if later down the road you meet someone you loathe more than anything and guess what, they have the same name you gave your precious child. And all of a sudden it’s no longer perfect. This happened to me. The perfect name I was given that I love for a lot of reasons all of a sudden was taboo. In fact so much drama surrounded my name that my granddaughter (Jane was a strong consideration for her middle name) ended up with something different.

I still love my name even if no one else does. I am proud to have my great grandmothers name. I am proud to be a woman. I will use my middle name whenever I have the chance. Once you assign a name to someone it becomes part of them. It will develope a different personality based on who that person becomes as an individual. If you love a name enough to give it to your child, don’t undermine it later. ❤

Me, Jane.

My first assignment for Blogging U is to create a blog post about “who I am and why I’m here”. We’ll start with who I am.

Who am I? That is a good question, one I will try to answer as briefly and thoroughly as possible. I like to think of myself as multi-faceted, meaning I have the ability to see and understand all sides of a situation (unless it involves abuse of any kind, that is wrong any way you look at it) and I like completely opposite scenarios depending on my mood (see below). I am kind, sensitive, understanding and forgiving and at the same time I don’t take any shit from anyone, I don’t get offended and I don’t take others’ perspectives and comments personal. I believe that what other people think of me is none of my business and what they say about me is not a reflection of who I am but of who they are.

I grew up on a small farm. My family didn’t have money but we had what we needed and some of what we wanted. Childhood was rough and now that I’m older I understand that my parents were both suffering from depression, which wasn’t something that was freely discussed or accepted back then. I won’t criticize either of them for things they did or didn’t do, in fact, I thank them for making me the person I am today. I learned a lot of how not to parent, but I learned a few things about how to parent too. Fortunately, I’m the kind of person who can learn from their environment and grow from it VS the person who blames all their problems on “how they were raised”.

Sometimes I feel like I was born a century late because I love to do the gardening, canning, sewing, DIY type of things and I love being at home or in nature most of the time. I also love to travel a couple of times a year (did I say multi-faceted?). This year, I’m visiting two new places! My family means everything to me and I don’t know what I would do without any of them. Raising children and creating a home has been my whole life and now that they are all grown (very successfully, if I do say so myself) and on their own, it’s been tough to find “me” again and I’m still working on that, which brings us to why I’m here.

Why am I here? I have a lot of alone time to ponder and analyze a lot of different subjects and behaviors and it helps me to have a forum to release all of those thoughts and feelings. I think I have a pretty good sense of humor most of the time so hopefully that will spill out onto my pages along with some of the more serious topics and observations. Hopefully I can offer insight, inspiration, support and some humor to others with similar lives and personality.