tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37856859433390358392024-03-20T11:30:27.463-04:00Tell 's A TaleJust a blog nobody reads...Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-14558046367095995622020-03-28T23:08:00.000-04:002020-03-28T23:08:04.141-04:00Day 9
It’s been years since the England trip, but I realized I still
haven’t written the blog for the last day. I’ve done that with every travel journal
I’ve done. I’ve never written the last day. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because
by the end of that day, I’m home, the trip is over, and it’s back to real life.
Who writes a travel journal during real life? Anywho, I was going to post a
different Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-827150363390718522017-08-01T20:51:00.000-04:002017-08-01T20:51:12.006-04:00Day 7 & 8
Day 7 was mostly packing up and driving to London, then dinner and nightlife (for some of us) in town. Day 8 was touring London.
Attempted selfie with my feline friend.
Getting ready to load the vans - since the trunk wouldn't open, we had to lift all those suitcases over the back seat.
Big Bertha
Photo Opportunity on the way to London
Driving on the left side of the road Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-77657314292452277232017-07-30T08:09:00.004-04:002017-07-30T08:09:48.756-04:00Day 6Last day of All-In Church. In the morning, Amy and I finished taking pictures for the comunity mural, then we had one last rehearsal for the kids' drama during drama camp. During All-In, the team and I did the last skit that I wrote - same audience reaction as the first 2, unfortunately. Dinner was bangers and mash and Yokshire pudding - the most Englandy meal we had. :) Yorkshire pudding is not Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-24494982440192845902017-07-27T16:59:00.001-04:002017-07-27T16:59:40.083-04:00Day 5Second day of All-In Church. As I said in yesterday's blog, we were all so exhausted, so we slept in and went to the church around lunch time. We continued rehearsing our skit in the drama camp, and it's such a good skit. So amazing how quickly it came together. Then we did the 2nd skit I wrote for the All-In Church. I still don't think the audience is even paying attention. I've been running Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-76199428139458538842017-07-26T12:12:00.004-04:002017-07-26T12:12:56.350-04:00Catching UpOk, here's Day3 and 4. The blog delay is due to ongoing technical problems with my tablet, busyness, and exhaustion. Also, I don't have access to all my photos, and I haven't taken many of the ministry work we've been doing - hopefully I'll get copies from others at some point - so photos are limited at this point. To quickly sum up the last couple days, I need to explain that this trip is Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-86800948623179306472017-07-25T19:37:00.000-04:002017-07-26T05:09:14.283-04:0015,000+ Words
I thought there were a bunch of rocks all over the ground - like several dozen - but they weren't there the day before.
Turns out they were snails!
Another new friend. We named him "Corky."
He had a cork in his mouth, and we used it to play fetch.
Attempted selfie. (You can kind of see the cork in his mouth.)
I love skeleton keys! This oneJanda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-28113459465128982992017-07-21T17:55:00.000-04:002017-07-21T18:33:36.416-04:00Day 1It's been a long day! Been a 2-day-long day. Got up for work at 7 am yesterday. It's now the equivalent of 1:30 pm today. No sleep. Seventeen hours traveling. So far, we've had a kid throw up, and already had enough plane delays to miss a connecting flight. But the weather here is awesome! A cool 65, 70 degrees!
I got to check off a bucket list item by driving on the left side Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-58331626429289589812017-07-20T12:20:00.002-04:002017-07-20T14:48:53.788-04:00Ready for England
So, obviously, I haven’t been using this blog for its intended use, so I might as well use it for updating those who are interested in the happenings on my missions trip to Rossington, England.
We leave tonight! I think I’m ready. All my screens and camera batteries are charged, I’ve packed more than enough underwear, my passport is in my carry-on… My walletJanda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-22551910123052076312014-07-14T18:20:00.001-04:002014-10-11T23:14:04.771-04:00
Confusion
wrinkled Mannie Green’s brow as she flipped over the postcard in her hand,
looking for some clue to decipher the twelve words hastily scrawled on the
other side – “Dear friend, Arrived home safe. I’m not angry any more. Your
friend, Mabel.” She closed the front door behind her and leaned against the dark
oak grain. The metal door handle dug into her hip. She bit her bottom lip. What
Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-38873453067338813872013-10-31T19:22:00.001-04:002014-07-13T20:31:54.668-04:00A New BeginningSo, here it is – a new chapter in my life. Honestly, I haven’t been sure what to call it
– and being a word person, that’s been bothering me. A new chapter? A new season?
I think the problem is I don’t want it to be just another
chapter. I want it to be a whole new
book. I want this opportunity to be a
complete starting over. A new beginning.
I guessJanda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-74627969567457010352013-06-10T17:08:00.000-04:002013-06-10T17:08:21.377-04:00Woman Caught in Adultery Monologue
Written and performed for a Good Friday service at my church.
After watching it again, the acting could be better, but I like what I wrote, for the most part. I forgot 1 line about hearing stones being dropped to the ground. If you watch closely, you can see the moment I realized I forgot the line. :)
Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-7815439587540209002012-12-21T23:06:00.000-05:002013-05-14T00:33:42.162-04:00A Christmas PoemThis is the first "real" poem I ever wrote. It's a little silly, but I was in middle school, so it's not too bad. :) I might've taken a few liberties with the Biblical story...
On That Wonderful Night
There once was a lady named Mary
Who was hardly ever contrary,
And for lack of a better month,
We'll say this happened in February.
It was a man named Joseph she met,
and this man Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-60418480861928205382011-10-03T23:27:00.004-04:002011-10-03T23:36:53.635-04:00Harry Potter - July 21, 2007Going back in time a litte - this was a write-up I did after working at Barnes & Noble the night the last Harry Potter book was released.As a bookseller at a major chain bookstore, we’ve been gearing up for the 7th - and last - Harry Potter book since January. The last month or so, though, has been the real start of Harry Potter-mania at our store. We were planning who would be working, what Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-15901636029119254592011-04-13T22:31:00.004-04:002011-09-30T11:32:03.802-04:00"Literary Survey" - Jan. 31, 2007Another one from the old blog.“Literary Survey” – Jan. 31, 2007I have a MySpace account and I find myself answering silly little surveys all the time. At first they were kind of fun, but recently they've become very repetitive because they all ask the same nonsensical questions over and over. But this - this is a real survey!Hardback or trade paperback or mass market paperback? In general, I Janda-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10687798675348783450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-48742980242557427462009-05-20T10:56:00.001-04:002009-05-20T10:56:56.064-04:00All the Wrong Places Lucy sat alone in the middle of the park bench with a briefcase on one side and her umbrella and lunch sack on the other. If the items did not have the desired effect of preventing anyone else from sitting next to her, they would at least provide a buffer zone around her. She nibbled on her cheese sandwich, watching the park activity around her: a group of teenage boys tossing a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-40113750770995533182009-04-09T22:04:00.000-04:002009-04-09T22:05:07.608-04:00Silence The shrink looked at me and smiled. At least I think it was a smile – his steepled fingers resting in front of his mouth obscured the view a little. “I’m waiting; it’s your turn to talk,” he told me. I didn’t want to talk. He knew that because I never wanted to talk, but for some reason, he always insisted on it. He kept looking at me, and I decided it was definitely a smile, the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-35123240904824740532009-03-30T22:15:00.002-04:002009-03-30T22:18:59.987-04:00Luke and RebeccaNot thrilled with this one, but... oh well.The lights shining on the stage seemed hot enough to make the devil sweat, but Luke was frozen still. He stood, holding the sword in one hand, holding the fake wound dripping blood down his waist with the other hand. He couldn’t believe this. He’d done this scene 100 times before; how could he forget the lines now? He looked over at Cindy for help, but Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-63381891240528065672009-03-21T23:58:00.001-04:002009-03-22T00:03:09.659-04:00More Than MerelySorry, crazy week - you get a poem instead of a story.Dark mahogany shelves line the walls,Tall guardians of a valuable treasure.Pages of discovery, romance, and fantasyBattle for coveted spaceAmongst history, comedy, and adventure.Disguised as common objects,They present rare and priceless gifts:The entrance to knowledge,A refuge from life,Opportunity to escape,Advice and assurance,Consolation Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-61363272126624633652009-03-11T21:43:00.000-04:002009-03-11T21:45:11.947-04:00A Guitar Story I had to figure out a way to change Momma’s mind, but how? I wouldn’t say she was smarter than me, but she somehow always seemed to know what I was trying to do. Still, I had to try – kids didn’t come out of The Fink’s house alive. “Momma, you and Daddy can’t go out tonight. You have to stay home.” From inside her walk-in closet, I heard her reply, “Why not, SweetheartUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785685943339035839.post-91870104242078939382009-03-03T23:41:00.001-05:002009-03-03T23:49:03.782-05:00The Confession She’s shaking so hard, she can barely hold on to the pistol in her hands. She relaxes her grip and lets go, not even registering the sound of the gun thudding on the carpeted floor or the fact that blood is seeping across the carpet and will soon reach the weapon lying at her feet. Her hands flutter around her face as she chokes back the building sobs and bile. Repulsed by the scene Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2