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The Back-to-School Crud & My Final Summer Outfit
Happy Hump Day, or in my case, Happy Crud Day! Actually, there isn’t all that much happy about the current crud that is circulating through the germ factories that we call schools. It started last week with Ralph and he missed three consecutive days of school. Then it caught up to me and I haven’t really left the comfort of my couch in five days. And now it got Archie so he has been home for two days, coughing and aching and sleeping. I have managed to do only the bare minimum like cooking and laundry and getting whichever kid is healthy off to school in the mornings. I even…
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A Visit from the Grandparents: A Holiday Poem
As I sat down to share this cute festive sparkly reindeer sweater outfit just two days before Christmas, the poetry angels seemed to be whispering in my ear to write my own little parody version of A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore. Of course, you are all familiar with this traditional Christmas poem. And I am certain that you have read parody versions of it as well. Our favorite version of this poem is The Soldier’s Night Before Christmas. In case you have been living off the grid for your entire life, or maybe you don’t celebrate Christmas, let me share the original work first. A Visit…
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Tribute to Texas & Link Up On the Edge #196
I hate when I run out of words. My own words. It happens sometimes, I know. But it is still super frustrating. Rather than allow it to totally piss me off, however, I decided to turn outside of my brain and share some words that have already been written. Not by me. Let me explain. A long, long time ago, my favorite place on earth was Texas. I used to travel there frequently for work and I absolutely loved everything about it. It also held a very special place in my heart as my father always spoke of Texas as his favorite place on earth as well. I never got…
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Sunday Sillies: The Diarrhea Song
I was paging through an old journal last week that was written in the fall of 2004 and I came upon a 7 page entry where I penned 75 verses to the Diarrhea Song. As I sat in my basement haven, smoking a bowl, I suddenly found myself in a fit of hysterical laughter. So I figured I would share some of the best verses here. If you do not appreciate toilet/bathroom/poop humor, you should probably just stop reading now and move on to something more intellectual, more practical, or more inspirational. I do have lots of posts in my blog archives that fit those descriptions, but this post is…
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May the Road Rise Up to Meet Us & #SpreadTheKindness Link Up #164
“May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back.” Irish Blessing I suppose we could all use some blessings right about now. And while sharing fashion may seem incredibly frivolous in the current environment, I think it is important to keep living our lives as normally as we possibly we can. For me, any topic of discussion that doesn’t revolve around the coronavirus, politics, or the apocalypse is a welcomed topic, indeed. Since today is St. Patrick’s Day which is generally one of those feel happy and good kind of superficial holidays, I am thinking why not embrace the day even more whole…
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The Magnificent 8 in Animal Prints
While animal prints in fashion are often classified as trends, the fact remains that people have been wearing animal prints for as long as they have been constructing clothing. Granted, in ancient times, it was more a matter of necessity than style. When humans were hunting for the sake of survival, all parts of the animal were used for some purpose. The meat was nourishment and the skins were used as garments to protect from the harsh elements of hunter-gatherer life. With the evolution of human societies, adorning one’s self in decorative animal skins became a status symbol. As hunting became more of a sport than a necessity, it was…
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Harley & Link Up On the Edge #166
Who’s ready for some more old poetry from yours truly? And a little look at me then and now? When Jeff and I first met in September of 2008, he had a Harley. And my God, was it sexy. This big burly soldier would come riding up to my apartment on his motorcycle and I would come running out in my sassiest motorcycle gear, hop on the back, and off we would go. I felt a bit like Stephanie Zinone (played by Michelle Pfeiffer) in Grease 2 the first time she jumps on the back of Michael Carrington’s (played by Maxwell Caufield) motorcycle and he whisks her off into her…
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Hidden Facebook Gems & Link Up On the Edge #165
I think I recently mentioned that I had stumbled upon some old poetry and creative writing pieces buried deep in the archives of my Facebook page. There is this place where things get lost and hidden in Facebook land if you don’t know exactly where to look. If you go to your “About” page and then scroll all the way to the bottom, past your friends and photos, videos, and check-ins. Next you will come to all of your favorite sports teams, music, movies, books, and television shows. You know way back in the beginning of Facebook when you tagged all these things so people could get to know you…
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Something About You & Link Up On the Edge #164
Last Friday, I was inspired by Ada to share a poem. I talked a little bit about how intimidating it can be to share one’s poetry….written from the heart, exposing all the raw emotions that fight their way onto paper. I was a bit hesitant, but I faced my fear and did it anyway. I must practice what I preach, I suppose. And I am ever so grateful for all the very kind and encouraging comments that I received in response. I saw my rhyming poem, I Thought I’d Known You Before, as unsophisticated in its simple rhyming and repetitive verses. I think I was attempting something that was a…
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Inspired by Elegance and Mommyhood: Writing Poetry & Link Up On the Edge #163
I used to write poetry all the time when I was younger. I felt it was easier to express myself in the shorter bursts of emotions that lend themselves better to poems than prose. In fact, in one of my elementary school yearbooks, I am quoted as saying that I wanted to be a poet when I grow up. That quickly morphed into the broader classification of writer once I realized how very little contemporary poets are appreciated in this world. Once upon a time, I had dozens of journals filled with my poetry. But that was all lost in a fire. Not the kind of fire you would suspect…
