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Archive for April 11th, 2012

Sorry this is so late. I neglected to get it scheduled to get it up in time. But what I lack in timeliness, I hope to make up for in, um, quantity? Quality? Sheer J Awesomeness?

Any list of J words, when I’m compiling it, must perforce start with the delicious confection known as Jelly Bellies.  I have written posts previously about the proper way to eat Jelly Bellies, and can only add this caveat: normally if there is an odd jelly belly left over, you have to throw it away. Unless it’s pear. Delicious juicy pear flavoured Jelly Bellies are teh awesome, and can be eaten even in quantities of one.

Mmmmm. Funky speckledey juicy pear goodness.

Okay. Wiping the drool off my chin. Let us continue. Next we have — what’s the first name you think of if I say J? And what’s the phone number associated with that name?

Need I say more? I think not.

Next on the list of awesome J’s is Joe Sample. The first time I heard him was at my brother-in-law’s house. His eldest son was just a baby then, and if they wanted him to go to sleep, they put him in the swing, wounded it up, and put on Joe Sample.

Unlike my adorable nephew (who’s in COLLEGE this year!), Joe Sample didn’t put me to sleep, but he definitely mellowed me out. I still love me some Joe Sample.

Jolly Ranchers. Now, I only like the watermelon flavour, but I do recognise their appeal. I also want to know what their secret ingredient is that makes you drool. Because any other candy I can eat, and enjoy the flavour, but don’t drool. Jolly Ranchers? Droolfest. Disgusting, I know, but it gets worse.  My husband–very much against my wishes–once gave a Jolly Rancher to our border collie, Molly.  She ate it on the couch. May I just say that they make dogs drool as much as they make humans drool.  The stain never did come out of that sofa.

21 Jump Street!  I loved the tv show in the 80’s, although I will confess that it is definitely dated. I watched several seasons on Netflix streaming a year or so ago. The movie, however, is an entirely different matter.  I laughed my butt off.  (Note: I say that a lot, and it makes me giggle because I have a mental image of my butt falling off and growing two little feet, toddling after me saying, “Hey! Wait up!” heehee)  Anyway, it’s hysterically funny. Foul language, lots of violence, excellent cameos–I sort of want to go see it again.

That empty cardboard box he’s holding? It had white doves in it. When they opened the door of the limo, white doves flew out and, oh, well, you had to be there.

J.K. Rowling. I love her so much, I may list her again when we get to the R’s!  I adore her. And I am so incredibly grateful that she finally agreed to release the Harry Potter books in e-reader format. After the fire, those were the books I missed the most. The others I had all on my nook (and now I’ve got quite a collection amassed on my kindle as well, and yes I need two e-book readers, thank you for asking), but those were missing. Not anymore. Thank you, J.K.!!!!  Mind if I call you J.?  No? Okay.

Jehara. I love me some Jehara. She and I met in a Shakespeare class at university, and I loved her right off the bat. And it turned out she was in the theatre program, as was my sister, the incomparable Izzybella, so I got to see more of Jehara. And then she and V started up a theatre company, and I got to be a part of it! Yay! And you cannot possibly know Jehara without falling madly in love with her, and I feel so blessed to have her in my life. And she needs to move back to Texas post-haste. I’m just sayin’.

Jane Eyre. My all-time favourite book (next to Canterbury Tales). I recently read an updated version where Jane is a nanny to a rock star. Decent adaptation, but I prefer the original. Still haven’t seen the new movie yet. (Note: Go buy the new Jane Eyre movie.)

And I suppose I should include my husband, Joey. It would be kind of cruel of me to list all my favourite J’s and not include him.

He plays guitar. He owns at least two dozen (and I don’t know specifically how much I’m exaggerating, because he won’t tell me how many he owns because he’s afraid I’ll say he can’t get any more guitars).

So enjoy J-Day and tune in tomorrow for K-K-K-Kay!!!

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