Three years ago I started on my adventure here in J-land. It hasn't disappointed me. I've been blessed to meet many friends here. Many Sisters and Brothers in Christ. I am always amazed when I go to sitemeter and see the many places around the globe that have visited my humble home.
I've tried to remain true to my journal statement. But I have ran a course. I've done Bible devotions and I've shared simple tales about our lives. I've bragged on my children. I shared our adventures with Rita. There's been entries just for humor. There's been the meme's and games of J-land. I've jumped up on my soap box and waved my flag a time or two. Loved ones have been immortalized on these pages. And I've tried to share some common sense advice.
I remember Pete, his cousin Bill and I used to get together for the weekend and sometimes we'd start a pot of venison hash. Deer meat cut in tiny pieces. Potatoes diced very small. In a pot, slowly simmering all evening while we played dominoes or shot pool. Every time one of us would go into the kitchen for something, they'd stir the pot and put in a thing or two. By the time the evening was over and we were ready to eat we had some really delicious food! But none of us knew for sure just what was in it. Couldn't have made it just like that again all by ourselves no matter how hard any one of us tried.
In many ways this journal is like that deer hash. It gets peppered with comments. Others come by and add a meme or ask a question that prompts an entry. Sometimes it's what is weighing on my soul. Other times it is me just cutting up, feeling adventurous and ready to try something.
It's my hope that when the porridge of these pages is served up that you enjoy yourself and leave feeling satisfied.