Janet

Janet

Some days are diamonds, and well, some aren’t

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I’ll be honest with you, its been a rough couple of weeks. First I got this crazy crick in my neck. (Even saying that makes me think the next thing I am bound to say is, “my rheumatism is actin’ up.” What the heck are either of those things anyway?). I’m thinking if I look them up on Wikipedia, the definition won’t do justice either to what I am feeling or what those terms have encompassed for the generations of Southern women before me, who each had cricks in their neck and bouts of random rheumatism. (I’m still trying to figure out where exactly do you get rheumatism? Clearly, I have the location of cricks identified.)

Then there was this website. I have spent way more time on this than I should have. And I am scared to death you are going to take a little meander around and say to yourself, “THIS is what she has been talking about for three weeks? I know you might say that, because, well, my mother has said just that. There would be a very unhappy little smiley face at the end of that sentence if I had any clue which widget did that… Just so you know, widgets… or is it plugins, I CAN’T GET THEM STRAIGHT!!!…are like MAJOR components to this here new website. When I say major, I mean major, as in they are all over the place and require efforts to make s