Javajune's Blog

Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

She’s a little quirky but I’m keeping her

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Several years ago while on a vintage treasure hunt I came across an old chair. It was simple and sturdy but what I found most intriguing was the chippy paint and delicate details.  I didn’t have a plan for it, so there it sat in my office, lonely and bare, until a few months ago when I decided to give it a purpose and adorned it with a quirky vignette in pink. The hat was found at a vintage clothing shop and the umbrella was used for a recent photo shoot but the shoes are special. They are seldom worn and aren’t the easiest things to walk in but when I do, I become a princess. Why you ask? Well, it could be the silky fabric or maybe it’s the ruffle detail and perfect craftmanship. They are beautiful but I think it’s the way they delicately grace my foot and come to the perfect little point that make them special. It takes me back to a time when I was a little girl playing dress-up in grandma’s closet. 

There is a part of me that desperately wants to de-clutter this place and live in a house of clean lines and open spaces but then that other girl with her quirky style comes out and leaves her trinkets and treasures all over the house. There are days when she really gets on my nerves but at other times she makes me smile and reminds me of the little girl living inside this woman in the mirror.


November 16, 2009 Posted by | me, nasty habits | , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Witches Night Out

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Picture me in a long pink wig, sleek black dress, black boots and a pointy hat. I will have a spooky martini in one hand and the remote in the other. Why? you ask. Well my pretties, tonight is my turn to host this months girls night with a witchy twist of course. We will feast on a caldron filled with a mysterious concoction, sure to delight any witch with an appetite. Next comes the toast to a good spell of wishes come true and friendships that never end. Then we will settle into a comfy sofa or two to enjoy the cult film, Practical Magic. It will be an evening of laughter and witchy tales too good to miss. I wish you all could be here to enjoy my:

 Espresso Martini

  • 2 cups freshly brewed espresso, chilled
  • 2 cups orange-flavored vodka (recommended: Stoli Ohrani)
  • 1 cup coffee liqueur (recommended: Kahlua)
  • 8 slices orange peel, twisted


Fill a cocktail shaker halfway with ice. Add the espresso, vodka, and coffee liqueur. Shake for 30 seconds, or until foamy. Strain into a chilled martini glass and decorate with the orange peel. Serve at once.

Along with a bewitching casserole

concocted with a few secret ingredients.

So close your eyes,  put on your pointy hat, and then click your heels 3 times to join me (in spirit) and my friends for a night of fun and laughter.



October 26, 2009 Posted by | me, nasty habits, secrets | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

A toad is never just a toad

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 A little tree toad (frog) waving his peace sign. He lives on my deck and sometimes sings me to sleep.

As I ready a suit case and line up my clothes in an effort to pack for an up-coming trip, I am once again struck by a bag of mixed emotions and uneasy thoughts. This always happens to me when I am about to take a trip. It’s silly really, all the what if’s get together and form this ugly mass that is menacing and gets in the way of me just letting go and simply enjoying my trip. I love to travel and dream of it every chance I get but for some reason I worry about crazy things like: what if I never get to come back home to the people and things I love, what if something awful happens while I’m gone, what if the dog gets lost, the house burns down, someone dies, my plane crashes and so on  and so forth.  I can’t take everyone and everything with me when I travel, so I take my worries and emmotional baggage instead. Just once I would like to let go and really enjoy the moment, the experience, the culture and my passion to explore without worries. When I close my eyes I see new places to explore, like unfamiliar city streets, trendy shops, I hear street cars, see mountains and smell a hint of sea spray behind my ear. A relaxing trip is just like a good meditation; it leaves you with a clear head and restored body.

Life is complicated and things are never quite as they seem. The way something appears on the surface is deceiving and there is so much more hidden beneath the surface. Taking a trip should be simple, you plan, pack and travel. If only it were just that simple. I’m still very excited about my trip and can’t wait to step foot off the plane in Oregon even though my feelings are complicated. I think worrying is a bad habit that’s hard to break.

It’s okay, this is just a process I go through, nothing to worry about. I’ll paint my dark canvas and then the sun will come out and melt the dark shadows into a haze of warm sparkly bliss. This process always reminds me of a verse from the song “Thick as a Brick” by Jethro Tull.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water —
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other —
as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling —
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping — their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

I love that- it paints such a picture for me as I pack up all the needful things that will accompany me on my trip.

Good tune -Enjoy!


My words but a whisper….


August 10, 2009 Posted by | me, nasty habits, photography | , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Hide and seek

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If I were a flower I think I’d be a Toad Lily like this cheery specimen from my garden. I love the warm colors with many little specks and interesting  details. My favorite thing about this flower is the way it twists up when the sun goes down and then opens again as the sun warms the stem. I would love to be able to hide my face when the it became cold or dark and then open back up as soon as the sun made everything just right.



Hide and seek anyone? Do you ever have the kind of day that is so busy and crazy that all you need is the perfect spot to hide? A secret spot that’s just right for peeking when necessary. It’s been that kind of day, more like that kind of week and even that kind of month for me.



Babies learning new skills like opening the front door is wonderful but it also posses a new set of problems that keeps me on my toes. There are so many things I should be doing, like  restaining the front door or…



cleaning out my car but something fun always comes up and gets in the way. When given a choice I choose fun every time. Hey we all have weaknesses, mine just happens to be a good time. What’s yours?


July 28, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, nasty habits | , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Ooopps! I did it again.


Caution…. There is going to be a little (maybe a lot of) ranting going on here.

Do you remember me saying that I was going to cut back on my spending ? Well I have cut back a little, okay a tiny bit. Then came yesterday; it was a rainy day and I got that nesting feeling. I decided to wash the sheets and in the process of unmaking the bed, I decided that I really hated my bed ensemble. It’s ugly scratchy and starting to wear out already. It was expensive and it’s not very old- I think I got taken on this one. 

So what did I do? Yep, you guessed it I headed to the store to buy a new one. But wait a minute I went to one of those cheap big box stores, so it’s okay,  right? Yeah right I didn’t find anything there, nothing, zip, nadda. I ended up at Target (my favorite compromise) and bought a mossy green bedspread and spring green peacock pillow. Oh yeah I had to have the striped sheets to go with it and then I came home and put a bid on a camera on ebay. I can’t be stopped! 

Well, I’m in trouble because as I sit here ranting away I’m looking out at another rainy day. So here is my solution, now everybody please play along. I’m going on a virtual window shopping trip. Come on grab your cup of joe and lets go already (caffeine makes me impatient).

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I have wanted this mirror for years but I can barely afford to take it’s picture, which I do every time I stop by. It is located in an shop on the west side minutes from the beach of Lake Michigan.


This mirror from would do nicely as well. I think I like the first one a little better. Yeah it’s bigger and of course more expensive.

party essentials

Now that summer is almost here I need a few outdoor party essentials. Love the drink dispensers!


I could use these pillows from They would fit right in with my living room.


dressing table

Love this from Anthropologie. I wonder if doing my make up at this swanky little dressing table would make me look any better? Like that’s a good enough excuse to buy!

Well that’s enough shopping for now. Oh I better go check to see if I won the ebay auction.   I’ll try to do better I promise… 😉 

Ahhh, the rain has stopped I may be safe for the rest of the day. Ya think?

Have a great day!


May 14, 2009 Posted by | me, nasty habits, rants | , , , , , | 9 Comments

For the Love of Chocolate

Please welcome Yum Yummy to the sofa.

You may think this confession is silly but for me it’s more like owning up to an obsession. I’m sure many of you can relate to having a craving that creeps up out of nowhere and nags the hell out of you. My cravings are more like a freight train bearing down on me at full speed. I’m an overweight woman who is always on a diet. I stick to my diet quite well in public and even in front of my husband and children. My family and friends have a hard time understanding why I can’t lose weight. That’s because they don’t know my secret. I have a love, no more like an obsession, for anything chocolate. I dream in chocolate.  I even dress in chocolate colored clothes. My bedroom is chocolate brown. It is simply ridiculous how attracted I am to anything that reminds me of creamy milk chocolate. I eat more chocolate in one day than probably most of you consume all year.  I do it when no one is looking. I have a secret stash in my bedroom closet, in my bathroom vanity, in the glove compartment of my car and even in a locked desk drawer at work. I once hid a bag of mini bars in the back yard tool shed (it melted).   My cholesterol is out of control and I hate my fat rolls but I can’t stop myself. I believe it is more of an addiction or obsession, simular to smoking or drinking.  I should seek help but I’m embarrassed.  I don’t think most people would take it seriously. I think my obsession stems from being deprived of sugary snacks as a child.  It was almost impossible to get through this confession without running to the closet for a bite. I love chocolate!

Junie: First of all no confession is silly and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about your obsession. I’m sure food obsessions like yours are not that uncommon.  If you sought help from the right people, they should understand and be able to help you take control of your cravings. Good luck.


January 18, 2009 Posted by | confessions, nasty habits, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The Nosey Bitch is Ruining My Life

Please welcome Tanya to the sofa.

The bitch in my office is driving me crazy. I had to rant, let it out, scream at the top of my lungs- I hate my nosey co-worker.  She keeps constant surveillance on me. Every time I leave my desk she follows, when I talk to someone she listens and watches. When I talk on the phone she goes to the copier, which is next to my cubicle, so she can eavesdrop. I am so sick of  her personal questions-who was that on the phone, what did you do last night, you left the parking lot awfully fast yesterday, is everything all right, and so on. She comes over if anyone stops by my cubicle and asks them questions or stands and listens to our conversation. Her peering eyes are always on me and she has a perfect view from her desk.  I reported it to human resources and asked to be moved but she is best friends with my manager and they made it look like it was just paranoia on my part.  I’m wondering if she isn’t playing office snitch while trying to find dirt on me. She is always pushing her religious beliefs on me and putting down my religion.  I don’t understand people who have no boundaries. She is a crazy bitch and she’s making my life miserable. Some days I feel like I am going to unleash my fury on her.

Junie: I really feel for you. I experienced a similar situation in my past employment.  File a grievance for the harassment of your religious beliefs or get other employees to corroborate your story about the spying.  Take your complaint and witness statements to someone over the bosses head.  I wish you luck and remember to Keep your cool.


January 8, 2009 Posted by | nasty habits, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Do I Look Fat To You?

Please welcome Cheri to the sofa.

I hate my body. When I look in the mirror all I see is a fat girl staring back at me. I’m not over weight according to standard medical charts but I feel fat. I’m not sure when it all started but it is getting out of control. I have started binging and purging on a regular basis now. Is it all in my head or do I really look fat? I just don’t know anymore. I have tried to stop my eating disorder by focusing on other things like a new hobby or exercise. Nothing seems to work. I don’t want to destroy my health but I can’t bear the thought of being over weight. I wish I could see what other people see when they look at me or maybe I don’t.

Junie: Cheri my guess is that the fat girl in the mirror is only visable to you. If you are not over weight by medical standards then the image you have of yourself isn’t real. Get some medical help before the b&b takes a toll on your health. Good luck.


January 7, 2009 Posted by | confessions, nasty habits, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Southern Fried Secrets

Please welcome Caroline to the sofa.

When their disaster in the kitchen ruins the party I smile just a little. I don’t know when I got to be so mean. I was raised in the south with all the rules and manners of a proper southern girl, please and thank you were the name of the game. My family owned a popular inn and were famous for their hospitality and true southern cooking. I, being the oldest child of a large family inherited all of the family recipes and tricks of perfect entertaining.  My talents in the kitchen do not go unnoticed as I am very well known for being the perfect hostess. Family and friends quite often ask me for the family recipes and secret tricks. Instead of being a gracious southern girl and handing over the information, I always omit something  crucial or add an ingredient that will ruin the dish. This dirty little trick has ruined many dinner parties and family meals. I tell myself that I will quit but it never fails every time I do the same. I once sabotaged an entire rehearsal dinner that I was attending by leaving out the details for the secret sauce, to the mother of the groom. When the dinner was a complete flop I comforted her and said I can’t imagine what went wrong. I told her that maybe she should just leave the cooking for special occasions to me.

The legacy of a great cook and hostess are all I have and the fear of losing my status forces me to lie. This behavior totally defies everything I’ve learned while growing up in a proper southern family.  I’m not proud of my behavior but I don’t see a change coming anytime too soon.

Junie: I don’t think you would lose your culinary notoriety if you gave the correct information to others. I can follow the very same recipe for a dish my mother makes and still never even come close to the great taste of her food. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of your friends are already aware of your dirty tricks.  Miss Manners would say being a good hostess goes much futher than the kitchen.


January 2, 2009 Posted by | confessions, nasty habits, secrets | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Shoplifting Queen

Please welcome Freebird to the sofa,

I don’t know when the stealing started but now I can’t stop. It is an incredible high for me to plot and plan and then actually pull it off. I wear loose clothing and slip small things into a girdle-like undergarment. It is pretty easy to get away with. I’ve had one close call, but I knew they were onto me, so I dumped everything when I was out of  view; when they searched me I was clean. This bad habit has become much worse lately. I feel as though I can justify my actions because of the economy crisis. I know it’s morally wrong and illegal, but guess who doesn’t have any credit card debt when the Holiday’s are over? Don’t lecture me it won’t help; I will just tune it out. I wish I felt remorse for my actions- sorry I don’t.

Junie: Okay I won’t lecture but you have to promise not to whine when you find your freebird booty not so free anymore. Jail-time is very likely in your future. Freebird could become a Jailbird-sorry I’m just saying……


December 23, 2008 Posted by | confessions, nasty habits, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments