Category: Jane’s Posts

Happy Birthday!!!

All of the ladies here at That’s What She Said want to wish a big “Happy Birthday!” to our own Nicole Weaver, and Producer, Jamie Lawrence-Howard!

To steal from Jamie: “May the best days of your past be the worst days of your future!”

Don’t miss our next show, April 16th, 9PM, on BCTV. Check back here for updates on topics.

And if you have missed any of our past shows, catch up why don’t cha? They are all archived at BCTV.org (in the “On Demand” section”) or on our own lovely YouTube channel.

Love, Jane

Jane Gets Read

Darlings! Be sure to tune in to our next show on Wednesday, 3/19 at 9PM.

My Tarot will be read by Tuning In’s own spiritual expert, Robert Moyer. Join us as we find out what, perhaps at long last love, is in your dear Aunt Jane’s future!

Well also find out what Sheila does for fun off camera, besides knitting, that is.

Oh, ducklings! We have such a wonderful time visiting with you all. Thank you for allowing us into your homes and hearts!

Love, Jane

Hot Stuff!

Darlings! I’m so terribly excited about our next episode. There is a special “brush with greatness” segment where we meet, well, you will simply have to tune in to find out!

There will be hot sauce galore as we roll that tape from the Bowers Chili Pepper Festival. It was filmed in August of last year. We’ve been savin’ it. Seems a perfect time to roll out that spicy goodness; I don’t know about you, but I could certainly use some heating up just about now.

Don’t forget to tune in: 9pm, Wednesday, 2/19 on BCTV, or stream us live at BCTV.org. And if you are not near a TV tomorrow night, you can always catch up via the repeats or in the BCTV archives! We like to accessible.

Now, what will I wear?

Love, Jane

Voting…and Holidays

Hello, darlings! Well, another show has passed – this past Wednesday, 11/20 – and it was great, rollicking fun! If you missed it – how could you? – you can find it in the archives at BCTV.org

Now, there are times, however, when the very thing which gives the show its vitality, ie: our quick segmentation, which I would not give up for the world, disallows the full pursuit of a line of thought. This last episode contained one of those moments.

A caller responded to our segment on the dismal turnout for the recent elections. She stated that she no longer believed in voting, as she felt that the system was corrupt; there were no good candidates for whom to vote.

Certainly, one can argue that the system is broken and imperfect; that by the time one rises to a level of electability, there are too many things and people to which the candidate is beholden; that the money it takes to get elected is too great not to influence the candidate. Yes, I agree, as would, I imagine, any thinking person, that the system is far from ideal and in need of some serious TLC.

But, and here is what I would have liked to discuss with the caller, I do not understand how throwing up ones hands, withdrawing from participation in our Democracy, no matter how flawed, is a rational solution. How is doing nothing doing anything to fix the problem?

As a general rule: Broken things don’t fix themselves.

So indeed, I would truly like to understand the thought process that finds abdication of responsibility a viable, adult, answer to a real problem.

But enough about what I want. And truth be told, for years I wanted a pony. Then I got one and I couldn’t have cared less. What does that mean? Don’t buy me a pony.

So, shopping, yes. Thanksgiving! Stores will be open on Thanksgiving! My goodness; the horror! People should be with their families, not other people’s!

Well, in an ideal world, perhaps, yes. But I do have to wonder how many of those same deeply offended, gentle folk will be dining out for turkey day dinner. I’m betting quite a few. I believe that what could be wafting from out the restaurant kitchen, delicately scented with cinnamon and spice, is the delicious smell of hypocrisy.

Just know that you might catch sight of me dining out with dear friends on Thanksgiving day; you will not, however, catch me at Walmart…on Thanksgiving, or any other day. But no, I’ve nothing against shops being opening on Thanksgiving or any other holiday. Read into that what you will.

Darlings, I think I’ve poured enough fodder into the trough for one sitting. It’s time to cold cream my face and put myself to bed.

Happy Thanksgiving, darlings! And remember: No ponies!

Love, Jane

Fail

Oh, darlings! Jane has had a senior moment, for which I apologize.

You see, I had had every intent of offering myself up at the BCTV auction. Dispel those prurient thoughts, please; I am not my mother.

I was simply hoping to offer an evening of dining and song. Only I fell behind in sussing out the “dining” part, and thus could not offer a proper package for auctioning off.

Perhaps, dear readers and viewers, I may still do this, outside of the official BCTV auction.

Drop me a line if this seems interesting to you. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Ta for now, my darlings!

Love, Jane

Bus

Well darlings, I find myself without my 2CV – Citroën, look it up; the most wonderful car ever – and yet, with a need to travel. So here am I, seated on a BARTA bus, typing whilst I watch the world go by.

It makes me long for New York City. I loved the time spent on mass transit. Time to ponder, time to read, time to take a wee nap; all those things one can’t, or shouldn’t, do whilst driving. Truth be told, I prefer the subway to the street way, ah, but no such option here in lovely Reading/Berks. Still, it is a nice day for a ride.

Speaking of rides, I’m so very excited about our upcoming, September, episode of That’s What She Said! We ladies are going to be taking a road trip; a trip for which we will require a designated driver! Yes, it’s wine tasting time on TWSS. And our gallant Producer, Jamie, will serve as our un-inebriated knight in shining auto!

No, we will not be taking my 2CV, no matter how loudly Jamie whines. It is a lovely car for two; for six, hmmmm, not so much.

If you’ve any local wineries you would like us to visit, drop us a Facebook message. You can “like” us using the thingy on the right-hand side of this page. Or you can tweet your suggestions to @shetweetstome. We would love to hear from you!
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Oh dear! I got waylaid and forgot completely that I was writing to you, my dear ducklings! It been hours since I arrived home. I shall hit “post”, have a spot of warm milk, and drift off to that lovely tasting room in my dreams. Good night, darlings!

Love, Jane

Mini-Mea

Well darlings, here I sit, on my back porch, bundled in my favorite alpaca wrap, enjoying the crisp Autumn air, loving this change of seasons!

And sneezing. I’m not enjoying that very much, but as I long ago learned, if I am to be in Pennsylvania, I must embrace the sneeze. I don’t know what it is about this area, what grows here, and, I suppose, dies here, but it gives me gross, and I use that word with all its meanings in gear, amounts of sinal agita.

And it is not just seasonal allergies that afflict this gal. No, I have year ’round indoor-outdoor allergy issues, which get more intense during the Fall and Spring seasons. Ironic then, perhaps, that of all, well, four, of the seasons, Spring and Fall are my very favorites. Fall, especially.

Why, you ask? What is it, Jane, that makes Fall so delightful to you?

Very astute questions, and ones which I shall now answer.

I’m one who tends toward the hot side of the spectrum. I mean this, of course, with regard to my internal temperature, and not my external appearance, that is a decision I shall leave to your exquisite discretion.

So Fall, with its knife-edge chill, fits me like a glove. I’m fond, also, of the other sensory delights delivered by this season of winding down. The smell of the dying leaves, decaying back to the soil; the smoky wisps of fireplace wafting through the air; the glow of lights, now cheering up the early-darkened sky pre-Halloween through post-New Year.

And the philosophical joys: That aforementioned winding down, as we close up the vibrant season of growth and enter the season of rest. This season of rest, I think, is a season of potential; rest is renewal, and renewal is active.

The seasons, to me, are like this: Summer is the bow being drawn across the violin’s strings. Fall is the bow’s release from the string; a lifting, an active release. Winter is that breath at the top of the arc; the pause in mid-air. And Spring, the bow’s dive down onto the string; sometimes gentle, sometimes violent; but always the starting point of the sound.

But now, my nose is running (and I must go catch it…hahahaha), so until next time: Smell the air, enjoy the chill, and glow with the lights.

Love, Jane