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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Celebrating this Sunday with my husband, not only Father's day but our 30th wedding anniversary. I could not have chosen a better friend to ride with me on this roller coaster. He's the guy that tightens my seat belt to keep me safe, holds my barf bucket, listens to my shrieks of random fear, places his arm around me lovingly, tolerates the spittle that flies out of my mouth on the wild curves,withstands the pain as I bounce boisterously against him on the sharp turns, and still manages to hold my hand. He allows me to take a moment to breathe on the high scary hills without grief. Laughter and love have been our constant companions through our time on the rails Proudly, he in his faith and strength,long ago committed to being my partner for the journey. We added some side cars along the way to enrich the experience and mountain view, which served to bring more thrill, drama, and intensity to our roller coaster. There were certainly times that I worried that our car didn't have the needed "oomph" to make it up the hill, but together we pushed it to the top. Always, he has been willing to enjoy the fast and furious ride by my side. So I say thank you,John,not only for being my wonderful husband but fantastic father and seatmate. And I thank God everyday for sending you to me in the form of a fantastic blessing so many years ago. |
| Got a closer look at being an empty-nester this weekend. It is a strange feeling but not as sad as I had expected. The best part is that no one is hitting me up for food or money every 5 minutes. My house has stayed relatively clean, no dirty plates or glasses within eye shot. My husband and I watched a program of our choosing. The drama level in the house was minimal. The dirty sock balls have vanished. My mowed yard looks free of long haired lines missed by the teenager. The outdoor little boy smell that lingered in the house that I had blamed on the dogs has mysteriously disappeared. My grocery bill for the weekend is considerably smaller. I might just be able to get used to this phenomenon. |
| It is amazing, this power of Facebook! My mother's day gift was a new patio set. Probably ten years ago I purchased a wrought iron set from a yard sale. It was used but worked well for my family. The seat seat cushions were cloth and very worn. One summer my then teen-aged son crashed through the glass tabletop. He was unhurt but the tabletop gave its life, so that he might live. We tried both acrylic and wood replacements, but the warped quickly from the weather. We made do! Then the new one came and I was ecstatic but left with the dilemma of what to do with the old. I placed it by the trash with a free sign. For three weeks it sat untouched by either trash men or salvage souls passing by the road. Yesterday, I posted on Facebook that the table/set without tabletop or cushions was free to anyone interested. I called all people with ideas from Pinterest to work their magic. In the middle of a storm last night, we heard people loading it up and also removing an old lawnmower for parts we had added to the pile. There were two sets of people arguing about the free gifts. It was quite comical. Makes me want to throw more things out to the curb. I may end up with a clean house,yet. |
| The eyes won't open and the body refuses to stretch. Nearly nine and I'm still snuggled in my blanket sipping coffee like an aphrodisiac that has become taboo in these parts. My energy is nonexistent. Sitcoms on the set play in an ignored surround sound loop. Alright here's the real scoop, I'm tired and begging for a lazy day of nothingness. |
| A sad day it was for the St. Louis Blues. Come back hard and strong St. Louis. |
Memorial Day A day often spent with family consuming beer, brats and wine Kids adorned in red, white and blue Waving flags for an unremembered purpose People walking free admiring parks and trees Unfamiliar with the history of freedom's reason Enjoying tournaments of lawn games and water sports Without acknowledgement of the bloody past Battling the fiery sun and nipping mosquitoes While ignoring the many battles that came before Ever on the run in search for the day of outdoor fun Passing by the cemetery with no glance or care Taking for granted a soldier' s gift Remember always the call that they answered The liberty they assured and the lives they laid down So that we could be free |
Summertime Siesta’s in the sun, savored sweetly Unending hours of family fun, truly treasured Meandering together through trails, miles measured Memories made with loved ones, lived in laughter Embers sparked by the campfire, mellowed marsh mellows Romance rekindled by moon’s early light, flickered flames Travels to places far and near, wandering weekends Interval of anticipated respite, spirit’s surrender Me time for writing and dreaming, ego’s yearning Easy days at the beach spent in relaxation, leisured laziness |
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