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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 |
| What would I be if I could be anything that I wanted to be? What would I want to see if I could see anything I wanted to see? Where would I go if I could go anywhere I wanted to go? What would I know if I could know anything I wanted to know? Who would I teach if I could teach anyone I wanted to teach? Who would I reach if I could reach anyone I wanted to reach? For what would I seek if I could seek anything that I wanted to seek? What day of the week would I wish for if I could pick any day of the week? What song would I sing if I could sing any song? Why do I drive myself crazy all day long? Because it is always fun to dream. |
| Life is funny, messy, crazy, sad, but never boring. You don't see that on a Hallmark card! Do your best and live life like you want to without hurting others. Go the extra mile for those that you love. Spend time with people that engage you and excite you. Spend your waking moments making them count. Find the good and savor it. Never stop growing and learning. Deal with the sad parts of life by clinging to others. Open yourself up to those around you. There is pain everywhere but is easier when shared. You have just received my words of wisdom. Now go embrace your Saturday. |
| Unveiled Triumph Self-worth is not measured by the outer package My ego refuses to be defined by your concepts My value on this earth defies your grading system No mortal scale shall weigh appraisal of my beauty Camera lens breathes impotent in capturing the essence Your photo of me does not speak of who I am You hazard no risk to know the caliber of my character True worth blooms from the heart and soul of the individual My spirit shall not be contained in a carton of your making I love, I care, I embrace, I grow, I dream, I am me I feel pain, I feel empathy, I feel hopeful, I feel exposed, and I am blessed I share faith, I share my heart, I share my soul, and I share myself Exterior display is no witness to the quality of the realm within I am beautiful in being who I am |
A Tale to Tell Abandoned Cart with wheels Traveler of the years Now sits alone Its rusted tales untold Transporter of goods For young and old alike Mother's helper Grandma's walker Infant's cozy napper Home of the homeless Abandoned Shiny metal basket Inanimate viewer of life Now watches alone Its disrepair a lonely saga Houser of generations Cradle of straw Temporary perch Roosting haven Nestling's nest Feathered flyer of the sky Metal orphaned waif Wanderer of a thousand miles Sanctuary of dreams For food and refuge In grocer's aisle or parking lot Regale us with the tales of old Cast the memories that you hold Did the mother become a grandma? Is the grandma now deceased? Does the infant push his own cart? Did the homeless find a home? Did the birds all fly away? Everything sings its own story Our music is written in the footsteps Lines 40 |
| I have had the same ritual for years. Before I get in the shower, I lay my clothes to wear out on the dresser in my bedroom. I set my socks inside of my shoes, not knowing for sure when I will put them, my tennies sit in wait. Now comes the strange part. I was starting to believe dementia was visiting. I would set my stuff out and remember setting my stuff out as usual. Only to find out later that 1 or more items were missing. It was never the same object twice. It has not been an everyday occurrence. Well, today I found my pet doggos stash. Stuffed neatly behind the couch were five pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear, and a freshly chewed brassiere. I have yet to figure out which of the dogs is responsible as they both acted guilty when confronted with the pile of clothing. I am just very happy to know that I'm not losing it. It is probably a good idea to change up the routine so as not to get set in my ways. Puppies sure make life exciting! |
| Beauty of life Have you ever noticed the simplistic beauty of a blade of grass; Or examined the veins of a fallen leaf with its patterned elegance? Have you visioned the angel-like grace of a snowflake in flight Or looked upon the rainbow prisms of a teardrop? Have you listened to the menagerie of calling birds in the treetops; Or heard the sweet magic of a baby’s laughter? Have you detected the snap of a flag in the wind atop its perch; Or embraced in gratitude someone close your heart? Have you felt the dainty softness of a rose petal in bloom; Or whispered I love you to anyone? Have you perceived the prick of a pine needle on your fingertip; Or contemplated the moon bursting in yellow fullness? Have you witnessed a mama bird feed its eager young; Or felt the warmth of the glowing sunshine upon your cheek? Have you inspected a vine in spiral growth upon the fence post; Or examined in fascination both the power and gentle enchantment of the human hand? Have you witnessed a child toddle about in pure freeing joy; Or felt a moment of lazed relaxation snuggled in a bed of coziness? Then you are alive, treasure it Bathe in it, bask in its richness Renew in it, share in it Suffuse your soul, spiritualize the occasion Immerse yourself, be the skylight of life Remember this glorious day You are alive, treasure it |
| True life seems to be knocking at my door. I am loathed to answer the knock. I'm not a big fan of true life because it is painful and messy. People that you care about get sick and others are fighting battles of no return. Squeezing their hand, giving hugs, and sending prayers seem minimalistic. Watching people lose their fight after battling with such grace and determination sucks. Death comes for everyone, this I know, but the scales seem so unbalanced at times. I'm a nurse, so I understand and accept death on a daily basis. It doesn't make it any easier, only more common. I still cry with each passing, and because of my faith, I still say a prayer in my head. I have a family member that refuses to do anything to maintain his health. He is like a cat with nine lives. He refuses to take his medications, check his blood sugars, or use his insulin. Then he calls to tell me he doesn't feel well. I care for him as I would anyone else, but I have a desire to kick his butt sometimes. He doesn't see how "bad" really is or can be. There are so many people losing the battle. If given the chance and ability, keep moving, keep kicking, and keep living. As they say, the alternative is not as enticing. Yes, I believe in heaven. Yes, I believe it to be a place of beauty and wonder. God will call for me one day, but when I answer that call I want to say that I found my grace through living and caring. Death is not so much a destination as a journey to peace. May the pain fly away and may the love embrace, my friend. |
| Bocci(Bocce) ball is my new favorite game. It is a leisurely and fun family pursuit. We currently have a tournament going, where sad to say my oldest son is champion. He never fails to let us know. We are so anal about the game that we carry tape measures to ensure which ball is nearest to the target ball. It is all in good fun and everyone is up moving and walking. It is fun for all ages. I played against a seventy-five-year-old lady who kicked my butt last summer. Strength is not a major factor in the win. If you are looking for something that makes a good Christmas gift, a Bocci set is relatively inexpensive. |
| Two thumbs up for Ant-Man and The Wasp! Funny and action-packed, it made for a wonderful night out. |
The bearded man with the stove-pipe hat Rolls uneasy in his tomb He hailed from the State of Illinois Once a great region of Prosperity Politicians have doused Lincoln's torch The Land of Lincoln Is a broken dream For the descendants of an honest man His image born on a one-cent coin The Land of Lincoln now shares its worth Illinois Now stands for High taxation Crooked Politicians Lottery Deficits Bankrupt State Swiped Pensions Rampant Crime Non-existent Jobs Dismal healthcare Fleeing citizens Damn, I live here too |
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