With Love, Jane

Define “Work”.

I’m often confused on whether the universe is conspiring against me, or if God is trying to guide me towards a greater purpose for my life, or if my selfish career desires are somehow being curtailed by a combination of both. I am, after all, an at-home parent by proxy. Leaving my full-time gig at…

Around the Manor

It’s HOT already. And not spring hot, but summer hot. A hot I’m not excited about. A hot that’s making me sweat. I hate to sweat. HATE TO SWEAT. But with the warmth comes growth. LOTS of growth. I have a lot of hope in this little garden. May it grow great, and fill our…

She Speaks on Energy Drinks

This is bound to ruffle a few feathers. But do I care? Nope. Some of you out there need to hear this… One of my biggest pet peeves lately is seeing children (under 14) walking around sipping energy drinks. I’ve yet to meet a child who’s 7, 9, 0r even 12 that “needs” an energy…

Blessed Easter

It’s Easter. As a Christian Easter is a time of remembrance and renewal. Forget the bunny (although we enjoy that part of the celebration) bring on the palm leaves, lilies, and overwhelming feeling of gratitude for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We tend to overindulge our tot. Shocking, I know. And, admittedly, last year…

Old Lady Essence

I often contemplate allowing my dye covered naturally gray hair to grow out in all it’s silver glory. But then, just as I think I may have come to terms with my premature old-lady-ness, I catch a glimpse of the shimmering strands in my 1/2 inch roots.  Such sights incite an epic “I’m too young…

Fatty McFat Cat

OK. I suck. Really I do. I haven’t spent time with you guys in over a month. Not only have I been knee-deep in other writing assignments, but I’ve been CRAZY busy in our community, at our Church, and (naturally) raising our tot. So yeah, it’s been a hectic month, but I’m regaining my sanity,…

Intimately, Jane.

Transparency. It is, after all, what you all want from me. You visit often, and read through the archives just to know me. And for that, I am so grateful. I love each of you so very much. But did you know… I sing. Quite well actually. And on any given day you could walk…

It’s been just over six months since we left the comfort of our life in the capital city and moved to the country. Even though we’re smack dab in the middle of the town, our locale can still easily be defined as country. We’re surrounded by the simple and slow. And we love it.

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In our little town the children walk to and from school. In our little town everyone know’s everyone. Our neighbors stop by my husband’s store in the neighboring town and chat him up as if we’ve known them our entire life. Truth be told, 9 out of 10 times he has to call me to find out who the heck they were, and how they knew him. I reassure him, “Honey, it’s a small town. THEY ALL KNOW US”! In our little town everyone seems to do things in rotation. If one person cuts their grass, or tidy’s their yard, their neighbor will follow suit the next day. This will go on and on until they reach the end of the block, and the entire process will start over. When my tot and I walk downtown to the local grocery store or coffee shop we’re waved at a good 20 times. Again, everyone knows everyone. Our mailman knows us by name, and actually takes time to entertain our tot who waits patiently on the porch each morning for “his packages’. Our grocer holds special boxes of leftovers from the produce department for our pet rabbit, and asks how she’s doing even if we’re just stopping in for a gallon of milk. When we were sick this past week people cared. Shocking, I know. But we were checked on, thought of, and prayed for. A blessing, for sure.

But I’ll admit, there are MANY things I miss about our city life. Even though our little town is pedestrian friendly, I GREATLY miss being able to walk across the street to find almost anything I wanted. I was surrounded by boutiques, a department store, restaurants, a pet store, etc. In our small town I’ve had to adjust to the “am I sure I have everything I need”. That is, before I leave the neighboring town that houses the department stores, clothing stores, and big grocery stores I take a second to remember my checklist. Because I know if I return to our little town without something I’ll have to trek all the way back for it. In our small town we have very little in regards to shopping. It’s the kind of town that if you need something after 10pm you’re out of luck. And THAT has been our biggest adjustment. We seem to ALWAYS need something after 10pm.

Life is slower in our new town. Perhaps it’s because we’ve been forced to slow down. Between a 3.5 year old who needs ALL OF MY TIME, and a husband who needs ALL OF MY ATTENTION the lack of distractions has been a welcomed change. Yeah, I miss the city. I joke that I’d prosper just as well in either Manhattan or Alaska, but not in between. But that seems to be where we are- in between. And, for now at least, it seems right and perfect.

Here’s looking forward to Spring, another 6 months, and perhaps another few years in our happy little town.

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-Jane

Aside

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you were little? I know we were asked twice a year, at the beginning and end of the school year, what we wanted to be when we were older. And, like most kids, my answers changed quite often. I could never narrow it down…

In the 6th grade I wanted to be in the Army. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in the Army, but I told EVERYONE I was going in the Army. (Side note: While waiting for my acceptance letter to graduate school my plan B was to become a chaplain!)

In the 7th grade I wanted to be a doctor. Yes, Jane, who hated all things science, and cried her way through college biology wanted to go to medical school.

In the 8th grade I wanted a boyfriend, and can’t remember anything else. HA!

In the 9th grade I wanted to be a veterinarian. And had my parents planned my future, a veterinarian I would be. Heck, I was a vet tech for most of my early 20s.

In the 10th grade I wanted to be a teacher. This still crosses my mind, albeit not in the traditional sense. I’d like to teach or write on religion one day, for sure.

In the 11th grade I was ill. VERY ILL. And all I wanted was to be well.

When I graduated high school I wanted to be a music therapist. And music is still a HUGE part of my life.

And despite graduating college with a BA in history, and finishing my MA in religious history, I still have no real career plans. Perhaps it’s because God’s always had a bigger plan, one I’m already bringing to fruition. I am, after all, rocking the SAHM thing. I’m reaching THOUSANDS of readers here, volunteering to make our world a better place, and growing in my faith, and in our Chruch every day.

I don’t think I could have planned it better if I had a clue what I was doing. HA!

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths. -Proverbs 3:5-6

-Jane

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Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy? I ask because I am, as noted, nice. I’m a “tell ya what’cha wanna hear” kind of gal. I’ll butter you up and stroke your ego better than anyone you’ll ever meet. Fake? Not hardly. I’m just genuinely nice, and I’d rather make…

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Happy-New-Year

I’m not big on resolutions- mainly because I NEVER follow through on them. And they’re always so predictable. Not too many people come up with original resolutions, perhaps because we humans share so many flaws. But this year I vow to be different, not in what I desire to change, but in resolve- I WILL…

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Have you ever given thought to what people think of you? Not the vain, trivial questions, but the real truth of how those you’re around remember you when you walk out of a room. Sure, I’d like to think I’m remembered as intelligent, helpful, joyful, or faithful, but I hope more than anything those around…

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Admittedly I’m in a bit of a funk these days. My normal obsessive compulsive, overachieving self has been replaced by one that just doesn’t care. And no, it’s not a case of the winter blues. It’s more like a case of “does it matter”. Does it matter if a load of dishes sits in the…

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Where do you draw the line when it comes to holiday gifts? Are you an “anything goes” or an “if it’s on sale I’ll get it” kind of gifter? I’m reminded of a holiday when my brother and I were small. There wasn’t a lot of money to go around, and we knew it. We…

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Ok. I know, I know. It’s been 9 days. And no, I didn’t fall off the face of the planet, but thanks for asking. November is cray-cray, right? With seemingly 500 birthday’s to keep track of, Thanksgiving prep, and Christmas shopping this little lady has been one busy bee. But I’m here now, and that’s…

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And in that moment, my life changed forever. For quite some time now a few fellow bloggers have been encouraging me to share my sons birth story. But I’ve hesitated. I’ve hesitated simply because I never felt as if I had to justify the strong feelings I have for my son. And not that this…

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN, PEEPS! So, it’s Halloween. And I’m exhausted. I’m quite literally holding on by threads lately. But I’m forever blessed to have the love and support of our family, and new friends as the hubs finishes a HUGE work project. And knowing how much my husband loves his work, and how lucky we are…

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Fall. It’s more than the comfort I find in layers, the spice of my favorite latte, or the smell of baked goods in my home. Fall is the season I’m reborn. I emerge from the heat, the stickiness, the absolute misery of a southern summer as a new women. One who’s ready to take on…