23 April 2010

A lame bloggy

As I've read through old blog posts, it dawned on me that it seems as if I'm writing for an 8th grade English class. I've done poems, repetition, even an acrostic poem. Thanks to all you lurkers for not pointing that out to me! So with keeping in the vein of 8th grade, how about some boring haikus that would garner about a C- for lackluster creativity?

What makes a haiku? Well the first line must have 5 syllables, the 2nd line 7 syllables and the 3rd line 5 syllables.

weed walks, food groups, rice rice rice
faith journeys, we go!

Boring breakfast food
soup crackers iced tea thrilling
wishing for crabcakes...

11 April 2010

A boring post that sounds like I've written it from a bay window in a nursing home.

I went walking in the woods today with a friend, my dog, and her dog. It was one of those glorious spring days that just kinda creeps up on ya. The tiny leaves were finally uncurling on new branches, mud was beginning to slink back in to dirt, and old guys on bikes were wheezing past us trying to regain their 'bicycle shape' they once had last fall. I find that spring is one of my favorite times of year because it feels like I've earned it. 5 months of scraping snow off my car, of taking Eli out for a pee in -10f weather, of simply just having to put on a scarf and hat and coat and dry shoes and socks to get ready to go to work..basically spring is the reward we get for living through the winter and I'm pretty happy about that one.

05 April 2010


So as you can guess, Facebook and I are back together. We said some things we didn't mean, we both apologized, and are now working at seeing less of each other. In my last post, I wrote that I hadn't seen some of my 'friends' in year or even decades. I guess that was a little bit of a foreshadowing event because I landed in Milledgeville Friday afternoon for a visitation of our beloved Mr. Hefty. And during the time my brother and I stood in line to see the family, a lot of my old facebook 'friends' came to life because they were standing all around, too.

So Mr. Hefty, thanks for bringing the entire town together last weekend.
Thanks for teaching at least 3 generations of jr. high and high school kids.
Thanks for letting me be the screaming Queen of Hearts in 7th grade.
Thanks for honking and waving as you and Mrs. Hefty drove past as I shot hoops behind the house.