SOC Sunday: Keep the Change

Today’s I’m hooking up with my friend Fadra for Stream of Consciousness Sunday. I haven’t done it in a few weeks and I have missed it.

The prompt for today is Change.

How do you feel about change? Do you like routine and predictability? Does it bring you comfort or discontent? Talk about it general or tell us a specific story about a big change in your life and how you feel about it.


I love change! Seriously, I do.

But my God, how I HATE change.

Confused much, Jana? Yes. I do believe I am.

We’re in a state of change around here. We’re feeling out different things but they’re all things that will involve change. That’s about all I can say about it right now and that’s all you really need to know. (wink) (no, I’m not pregnant) (no, we’re not getting a divorce) (no, Henry’s not marrying any of his girls yet)

I love love LOVE the logistics of change, especially when it can involve lists, color coded systems, timelines and budgets. I love thinking about things that are new and interesting. The idea of a clean slate is sometimes more than my mind can handle. The possibilities are endless.

But the actual act of CHANGING? Scares the shit out of me. I’m usually very calm and collected and take it all in stride, but honestly? On the inside I’m a bundle of nerves. We are all three creatures of habit and like for things to be “just so.” The transition is usually tough, whether it’s moving or deciding to eat supper at 6 instead of 8.

The change happens and then I’m totally in love with it. I’m ALWAYS pleased with the way things go.


This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post. (On Fadra’s sidebar)
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.


1. Grab the button. (On Fadra’s sidebar)

2. Write your post.

3. Link up here.

Tidbits of Information on this #FineChinaFriday

Tidbits of Information on this #FineChinaFriday

Happy Friday.

Boy, these weeks are just flying by. Seems like every time I turn around, it’s Friday again.

First things first. It’s #FineChinaFriday again. Are you participating? Have you started noticing that you’re not as scared of your china and crystal and silver as you were before? I think you have!

Last week, my friend Leah wrote an awesome post about her experience. You should read it.

New here and don’t know what I’m talking about? Check out the original post.

So pull out your china. Order a pizza and enjoy!

Remember, I want to know about it!

  • If you share it on Facebook, tag Jana’s Thinking Place in it (you should like my page, too).
  • If you share it on Twitter, follow me on Twitter first and then use the hashtag #FineChinaFriday.
  • If you share it on Pinterest, follow me there and you can use the hashtag #FineChinaFriday there, too.
  • Using Instagram? You can follow me there, too. I’m jana0926 there as well! Use that SAME hashtag.


In other news, things have been busy around here. School, work, life. It’s just been busy.

Yesterday I went into the office to shoot a video ad. I SO don’t love things like that but it seemed to go well.

I also got to hang out with our new mascot at the Grayson location of Buck Jones Nursery. His name is Buckley and he’s just as sweet as he can be. I interviewed him and you can read that here.

Also, speaking of work, we have some amazing new stuff in our online store. I would love for you to check it out. I’ll even slip you a code for 15% off. Type in BJNONLINE001 at checkout and there you go!


The Kentucky Derby is next weekend. This makes me SO excited, but also very sad. I miss living in Fort Valley and being able to invite all our friends over — ones we rarely saw — and partying like we were really at the Derby. I think (and I hope this isn’t too forward) they miss it, too.

But it’s time to pull out the mint julep cups and start whipping up a batch of simple syrup so we can celebrate in style next Saturday.

Need a mint julep recipe? I have one for you. I even have a non-alcoholic version that’s really quite good. One year at our party there were like 4 pregnant girls. They devoured the non-alcoholic version in no time!

Check them out here.


We’re going to the Braves game tomorrow night. I haven’t been to a Braves game since the opening game at Turner Field a million years ago. It’s Scout night so we’re supposed to get there early with Henry in uniform and they get to have a parade around the field. I can’t tell you how excited he is for this! Yes, I’ll have my camera!


I’ve got a lot of ideas for posts swirling in my head. They’re a little more serious, but that’s usually how they get this time of year. We’re coming up on the Season of Ick — Mother’s Day, Charlie’s Birthday (May 21), Charlie’s Angel Day (June 14) and Father’s Day. Nine years. I have a lot to say. So next time you go to the store, grab a box of Kleenex if those posts make you cry because there will be more between now and then probably.

That’s about all I know.

What are y’all up to this weekend? Can you believe it’s almost May?

Being Alone. What is that?

Mama’s Losin’ It
Today I’m going to link up with Mama Kat and her Pretty Much World Famous Writer’s Workshop.

I chose the following prompt:

List the top 10 things you miss about being alone.

(Inspired by The Little Hen House)

I chose that prompt because it struck me hard. Very hard.

I have never lived alone.

I have never BEEN alone. 

I went from home to college where I always had a roommate to home for 3 weeks and then got married. The closest I came to living alone was when I did my internship in New Hampshire, but even then I lived with a lady in her condo. We were on opposite schedules so I rarely saw her.

So that got me thinking… what have I missed by never having been alone?

I have nothing to base this on so I’m just guessing that some of these are things that I would miss. (Or that I kinda secretly long to do.)

  1. Sleeping in the middle of the bed. I have to admit, I’ve tried this when Jason’s been traveling but now that there are imprints on each side where we lay, it’s hard to lay in the middle without rolling right back into my little comfy spot.
  2. Laying in bed and watch TV (or read) all day. Even without a kid, that’s hard to justify. But if I were alone, with no husband or kid, I’m assuming I could do that without worrying about anything.
  3. Drinking the milk out of the carton. Pretty sure I wouldn’t do this but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never had the chance.
  4. Eating cereal for every meal. I guess I could do this now, but I feel like I have a responsibility to eat “real meals” since there are others I have to feed.
  5. Being in command of the remote. I live with a husband and son. Need I say more?
  6. Doing ANY activity on a moment’s notice. Well, unless I was still laying in the middle of my bed commandeering the remote while eating cereal and drinking milk out of the carton.
  7. Displaying my collection of Pendelfin bunnies and china dolls. Yeah. My guys don’t appreciate them.
  8. Singing Adele at the top of my lungs while half dressed or naked. I reckon I don’t have to be alone to do this either. Though I do sound MORE like Adele when I’m alone. (stop laughing, I totally do.)
  9. Putting off laundry until there is absolutely nothing clean left in the house. 
  10. Having NO responsibilities except me, myself and I. 
This list was actually really hard to come up with. I can’t imagine living alone. Especially without a kid around. I guess it’s fortunate and unfortunate that I’ve never lived alone. I probably could’ve used some independence at some point in my life, though college and the internship did help with that. But working, paying rent, paying my own bills… that probably would have been very good for me.

I wouldn’t change a thing about the timing of getting married, but I can now see that I missed out on a lot of “me time” that now I’m secretly jealous of others for having.

What else should I be missing from living alone?

Rain and Tents and S’mores, OH MY!

Rain and Tents and S’mores, OH MY!

This past weekend, we packed up and headed up to North Georgia to camp for the weekend. We decided on Black Rock Mountain State Park. It was an absolutely fabulous choice.

We arrived at the campsite around 5 and got all set up. I was MOST excited about my new camping kitchen I got. Look at this beauty!

And then we relaxed by the fire. We enjoyed our dinner — Henry had hot dogs, we had brunswick stew — and drank a bit. We had to because they told us that the bears were moving and trying to find food so we would likely see some. AND THEY WEREN’T SMALL CUTE ONES LIKE ON THE MOVIES!

Henry and I made s’mores. My freak of a husband doesn’t like them. I should leave him at home from now on, don’tcha think?

I thought the wall between the campsites was pretty so I snapped a picture (or 10). When I was looking at them on my computer, I realized there’s a heart-shaped knot in the wood. Isn’t that pretty?

Henry whittled like a good little Boy Scout.

And then we slept. Not very well because, you know, we were waiting for bears to maul us.

They didn’t, so we woke up and had breakfast.

Bacon in a hot dog bun is all the rage at campsites all across the country. You haven’t heard? Well, it is now!

I chose to have a bite or two of eggs and then two s’mores for breakfast. Calories don’t count when you’re camping, right?

And then? The bottom fell out. We ducked back into the tent after scrambling to put up things that would get ruined in the rain. We huddled there for about 30 minutes and decided to ride into town and goof off.

But not before we went fishing. Fishing in the rain is awesome.

As are rhododendrons after a rain.

The sun came back out. We dried out the tent (it leaked a little, sadly) and commenced to enjoying ourselves. The new squirrel, Biggie Smalls, from the trading post enjoyed hanging out in the cup holder of the chair with Baby Giraffe.

Before we left on Sunday, we stopped at the overlook. It took all of us a little bit of courage to walk out on the pier thing. I mean, it was 3388 feet in the air.

But boy, was it gorgeous!

And yes, all of us were there. Here’s proof!

We stopped to fish for a few minutes before we left since it wasn’t raining. I hunted for treasure. The first thing I found was a (yelling) VIKING DOWN!!! He was laying under about 2″ of water right by the dock. Apparently he had either been murdered or committed vikingsuicide. His partner, the red viking, was still on the dock.

This goose was protecting the water like it was its job. Maybe it WAS his job. I’m not sure. All I know is that it was giving me the death stare as I took pictures of him.

So there we were. At the Eastern Continental Divide. Felt monumental enough to take a picture of. So here it is:

Being Sunday morning, it was tempting to attend this church. I mean, it clearly says that “evebody is welcome.”

We detoured through Helen, the little Alpine city in the mountains of Georgia. We ate beneath this bridge like a troll AT The Troll. The wind was whipping, it was chilly but the trickle of the water from the Chattahoochee was soothing and a wonderful end to a wonderful weekend.

And then we headed back to Atlanta and nearly got killed by some fired-up asshole who was driving his hoopty like a bat out of hell. WELCOME HOME, y’all!

Where are the s’mores when you need them?

Can’t Come Up With An Appropriate Title For This So…

Can’t Come Up With An Appropriate Title For This So…

You know, sometimes you just can’t come up with a title for a post. This one had so many possibilities:

I’ve got two balls in my pocket, the other is holding a golf club. (sing that like Alanis Morissette)

It takes balls to buy these balls. 

“Mom, what IS that?”

My Grandaddy would have LOVED this.

So many good titles. But alas, none are as good as just sharing the picture. I’d say it took more than the “2 FREE” balls that are included for somebody to go to a production place and say, “THIS is what I want to make and sell in family-style-restaurant gift shops in the North GA mountains.”

A suede sack for your {golf} balls.

Here are a few suggestions I got on Twitter…


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