4. List 10 things you would tell you 16 year-old self, if you could.
Heck! I can barely even think of 5!
1) Something that I did not know when I was just sixteen
Is that a lot of people thought that I was pretty keen.
A sheepish girl and self-effaced, I felt I was too plain.
I wish I could go back in time and look like THAT again!
Oh, sure, my teeth were crooked, but my hair was out of sight!
I'd like to tell myself to smile. Forget your overbite!
2) I was raised back in the day when one would show respect
To those who were superiors, their leaders I suspect.
I also thought back then that men should be allowed to lead.
So if a man claimed inspiration, one should really heed.
I'd like to tell myself to pray and wait for a reply
Instead of taking love advice from an unimpartial guy!
Your prayers have all the power, girl, as those of any boy.
And YOUR visions should guide your education, dreams and joy!
3) I think I'd like to tell myself about the facts of life,
The kind of stuff a girl should know before she is a wife.
Some times, it only takes one time to end up 'in that way,'
While other times you try and try and pray and pray and pray.
They told us of the 'facts of life' when I was in third grade.
By sixteen though, a few more facts might just have been an aid!
4) I guess a thing I'd cover is a mix of 2) & 3)
I'd tell myself my body was a gift that's just for me.
I'd tell myself I had the right to keep all hands away
No matter who, my body's mine, I have the right to say.
Of course, sixteen would be too late. I'd tell myself at ten!
I'd give myself a lesson then about the world of men!
5) I never had much money back before I was sixteen.
I had no clue about the rules in the life long money scene.
I'd tell myself to start right then to save some money back,
To always save a little cash would put me right on track.
I'd also say, don't get in debt except to buy a house
And make sure that you share this plan with any future spouse.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Parental Units
3. Describe your relationship with your parents.
I remember being very young, perhaps at three or four.
My Mom worked on her ironing and I played on the floor.
I remember asking her to play one time when we had snow.
I didn't feel offended by my Mom's resounding "No!"
My Mom wasn't a playful Mom because she was so old.
And since she suffered with Raynaud's she didn't like the cold.
Now, don't become offended at my comment on her age.
My Mom was almost forty when I came onto the stage!
She taught me how to sew though in our local 4-H club.
She didn't 'teach' me how to cook, though she cooked a lot of grub.
She taught me how to knit too, when about 14 years old
And again when in my forties but I still, am just not sold.
Most girls in their teen age years despise their Moms, it's true.
I don't remember ever hating mine, my teen years through!
I suppose parental units would include my dear old Dad.
And I should write a bit of him about the time we had.
Since I was born between the boys, the last of six young girls,
I never felt I was his choice, beloved or his world.
Quite often Dad would use the phrase, "Let's us men stick together."
Then Ed & Keith would go with Dad to shop Agway together.
Remembering my time with Dad, in truth, quite long ago,
I think of walking in the woods, what for? I sure don't know.
I guess we just went for a walk, my Dad, Ed, Keith and I.
I'm sure I wasn't even eight and I can tell you why.
See, by the time that I was eight, my Dad had moved away.
And Mom and Dad got a divorce when I was ten. Okay?
We'd go each week to visit Dad at the YMCA.
We'd swim there at the pool then walk to eat not far away.
Ed, Keith and I would listen while our Dad got drunk and drunker.
Then Mom would pick us up again in her latest noisy clunker.
So you could say I never really bonded with my Dad.
He was a drunk when I was young. His leaving made me glad.
When I was asked if I would like to live with him or Mom,
Without a question in my mind I chose her without a qualm.
When I was stuck in traction and my rope broke he was there
And that's the only time I felt my Dad might really care.
He boycotted my wedding since I married someone brown.
Then, once I had, I lost contact when I moved out of town.
Now, Dad's been dead near twenty years so we're not all that close.
I hope discussing life with Dad does not seem too morose.
So on to Mom, she's always been behind me all the way.
I tried to call and talk to her near monthly while away.
The Air Force took us far and yet I tried to keep in touch.
My absence pointed out to me I loved her very much.
We moved to Merritt Island after twenty Air Force years,
And there in Florida my Mom would visit us most years.
Now, Mom is old, no REALLY old and I have moved back home.
I walk with her and help her out. I've no desire to roam.
My cousin said, "You've no idea until your mother dies
How deeply she has touched your soul."
My heart holds tight and cries.
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| Marion |
My Mom worked on her ironing and I played on the floor.
I remember asking her to play one time when we had snow.
I didn't feel offended by my Mom's resounding "No!"
My Mom wasn't a playful Mom because she was so old.
And since she suffered with Raynaud's she didn't like the cold.
Now, don't become offended at my comment on her age.
My Mom was almost forty when I came onto the stage!
She taught me how to sew though in our local 4-H club.
She didn't 'teach' me how to cook, though she cooked a lot of grub.
She taught me how to knit too, when about 14 years old
And again when in my forties but I still, am just not sold.
Most girls in their teen age years despise their Moms, it's true.
I don't remember ever hating mine, my teen years through!
I suppose parental units would include my dear old Dad.
And I should write a bit of him about the time we had.
Since I was born between the boys, the last of six young girls,
I never felt I was his choice, beloved or his world.
Quite often Dad would use the phrase, "Let's us men stick together."
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| Walter |
Remembering my time with Dad, in truth, quite long ago,
I think of walking in the woods, what for? I sure don't know.
I guess we just went for a walk, my Dad, Ed, Keith and I.
I'm sure I wasn't even eight and I can tell you why.
See, by the time that I was eight, my Dad had moved away.
And Mom and Dad got a divorce when I was ten. Okay?
We'd go each week to visit Dad at the YMCA.
We'd swim there at the pool then walk to eat not far away.
Ed, Keith and I would listen while our Dad got drunk and drunker.
Then Mom would pick us up again in her latest noisy clunker.
So you could say I never really bonded with my Dad.
He was a drunk when I was young. His leaving made me glad.
When I was asked if I would like to live with him or Mom,
Without a question in my mind I chose her without a qualm.
When I was stuck in traction and my rope broke he was there
And that's the only time I felt my Dad might really care.
He boycotted my wedding since I married someone brown.
Then, once I had, I lost contact when I moved out of town.
Now, Dad's been dead near twenty years so we're not all that close.
I hope discussing life with Dad does not seem too morose.
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| Mom's & Dad's wedding photo |
So on to Mom, she's always been behind me all the way.
I tried to call and talk to her near monthly while away.
The Air Force took us far and yet I tried to keep in touch.
My absence pointed out to me I loved her very much.
We moved to Merritt Island after twenty Air Force years,
And there in Florida my Mom would visit us most years.
Now, Mom is old, no REALLY old and I have moved back home.
I walk with her and help her out. I've no desire to roam.
My cousin said, "You've no idea until your mother dies
How deeply she has touched your soul."
My heart holds tight and cries.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Three Fears
2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
I'm not afraid that zombies will overcome my world.
Nor do I fear destruction when alien bombs are hurled.
My fears are much less grandiose. I have a fear of ants.
Perhaps not fear but just dislike that's grown, but not by chance.
When I was a teenager, I went to go to bed
But found my room invaded by creatures, large and red
Or maybe they were black ones, the type that eat at wood
Whatever these ants color was, I knew it was not good!
They crawled through my pajammas and all over my floor.
My walls, by bed, my windows and and dresser had some more.
I ran to get my mother to help me with my plight
She killed them but I still slept in the living room that night!
And since that night of trauma they really creep me out.
I'm not sure that I FEAR the things, but hate them? Yes. No doubt.
When I lived near the jungle, the ants were CRAZY there.
They added to my hatred and also to the scare.
And then one year at Christmas, while hanging up the lights
I found a fire ants' nest well hidden from my sights.
It's SO not fair at CHRISTMAS to have to watch for ants!
Just thinking of their biting ways, I do a little dance.
*shudders*
Now, something I'm AFRAID of though I give it little thought,
Is that I'll truly lose my mind to Alzheimer's or aught.
I've had enough of nightmares, since I lived far away
In which I didn't recognize close family let's say.
My son went in the navy when he got out of school.
I dreamed he came, unrecognized. It really was NOT cool.
Alzheimer's took my father until his liver failed
And since that time, with menopause, my memory has paled.
Oh, I've been told that Alzheimer's not handed down and yet . . .
I fear I'll turn to brainlessness - I'm half way there I bet!
*snickers*
Another fear is probably due to way too much tv.
I worry that some lunatic has cameras trained on me.
I've had this fear for years now and I know it makes no sense.
I sure don't think I'm worth the peek that's taken by such gents
But there's the thing, these guys are nuts who spy on other folk.
So I worry someone's watching on my bathroom time, no joke.
*rolls eyes*
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| And speaking of zombies. . . |
I'm not afraid that zombies will overcome my world.
Nor do I fear destruction when alien bombs are hurled.
My fears are much less grandiose. I have a fear of ants.
Perhaps not fear but just dislike that's grown, but not by chance.
When I was a teenager, I went to go to bed
But found my room invaded by creatures, large and red
Or maybe they were black ones, the type that eat at wood
Whatever these ants color was, I knew it was not good!
They crawled through my pajammas and all over my floor.
My walls, by bed, my windows and and dresser had some more.
I ran to get my mother to help me with my plight
She killed them but I still slept in the living room that night!
And since that night of trauma they really creep me out.
I'm not sure that I FEAR the things, but hate them? Yes. No doubt.
When I lived near the jungle, the ants were CRAZY there.
They added to my hatred and also to the scare.
And then one year at Christmas, while hanging up the lights
I found a fire ants' nest well hidden from my sights.
It's SO not fair at CHRISTMAS to have to watch for ants!
Just thinking of their biting ways, I do a little dance.
*shudders*
Now, something I'm AFRAID of though I give it little thought,
Is that I'll truly lose my mind to Alzheimer's or aught.
I've had enough of nightmares, since I lived far away
In which I didn't recognize close family let's say.
My son went in the navy when he got out of school.
I dreamed he came, unrecognized. It really was NOT cool.
And since that time, with menopause, my memory has paled.
Oh, I've been told that Alzheimer's not handed down and yet . . .
I fear I'll turn to brainlessness - I'm half way there I bet!
*snickers*
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| View from my throne - mirror peeker |
I worry that some lunatic has cameras trained on me.
I've had this fear for years now and I know it makes no sense.
I sure don't think I'm worth the peek that's taken by such gents
But there's the thing, these guys are nuts who spy on other folk.
So I worry someone's watching on my bathroom time, no joke.
*rolls eyes*
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Twenty Random Facts (about me)
1)
Twenty random tidbits describing dear old me?
Can I even think of twenty? Oh well, I guess we'll see!
The first is, I like peanuts, and I can tell you why.
As a youngin' cracking peanuts was a safe place for my eye.
If I looked at the peanuts, I didn't have to see
The scary, metal claw hand man who sat so close to me.
Today they don't let children to enter into bars.
I wish they'd had that rule back then I wouldn't bear such scars!
*snickers*
2)
Speaking of scars, I've got plenty all over my body, it's true!
I died long before I turned twenty but came back to blog just for you!
8-/
3)
In case you didn't know it,
I call myself a poet.
4)
Blood of my blood and flesh of my own,
I once had four babies but now they are grown.
My children are precious and dear to my heart.
I wish they lived nearer - that's my fault, in part.
5)
This one makes me giggle as if I had a tickle.
Last week I had a birthday, and turned the double nickel!
6)
I don't have many favorites
My brain's too vague for picks.
It's hard to choose from many but
My favorite number is SIX.
7)
We always had a garden when I was just a kid.
I learned so much in gardening that I am glad we did.
One thing I learned from growing was that fresher food tastes good.
And so I like my veggies just like everybody should.
8)
When going to a restaurant, if asked just what sounds good,
Because I love my veggies, I'd vote for Chinese food.
9)
The drug makers on tv have warnings by the score.
I do not know too many things but of this I'm pretty sure.
I've lived in several places where certain fungus grows.
I think I've even got one, but then again, who knows?
10)
As a child, with seven siblings
I was born between two brothers.
I'll leave for you to do the math.
(Five sisters were the others!)
11)
I have a real bad habit as habits tend to rate.
At least it seems that way to me.
I stay up WAY too late.
12)
I have a cat.
Imagine that!
She's rather fat.
13)
Referring back to number two, you think I'm such a joker.
But that's why I like turtle necks and why I wear my chokers.
14)
Number three says I'm a poet,
In case you didn't know it.
My toes completely show it.
They're LONG fellows.
(seriously long toes)
15)
I like pink flowers and pink lemonade.
Pink clothes in stripes and dots.
I love a sunset's rosy shade.
I just like pink and LOTS!
16)
When I was turning sweet sixteen
I thought, for goodness sake
That everyone forgot me.
I thought that it was really mean
Till Mom brought home an ice cream cake
That she had stopped and got me.
17)
I turned seventeen in intensive care
So very long ago.
And I, in traction, laying there
Was feeling pretty low.
With just two months of swift repair
I'd married my young Beau,
And we were such a happy pair.
So very long ago.
18)
At first the doctors said that I would never walk again.
I proved them wrong although in truth they were such learned men.
The chance that I should bear a child was not good any more.
When I was just eighteen years old, I had the first of four.
19)
A snack that makes me lick my lips
Is creamed corn with potato chips.
20)
I love to do some arts and crafts.
They are my mental safety rafts!
When I feel like I'm going mad
I do some crafts to make me glad!
And there you have it! Twenty!
I think that will be plenty!
Twenty random tidbits describing dear old me?
Can I even think of twenty? Oh well, I guess we'll see!
The first is, I like peanuts, and I can tell you why.
As a youngin' cracking peanuts was a safe place for my eye.
If I looked at the peanuts, I didn't have to see
The scary, metal claw hand man who sat so close to me.
Today they don't let children to enter into bars.
I wish they'd had that rule back then I wouldn't bear such scars!
*snickers*
2)
Speaking of scars, I've got plenty all over my body, it's true!
I died long before I turned twenty but came back to blog just for you!
8-/
In case you didn't know it,
I call myself a poet.
4)
Blood of my blood and flesh of my own,
I once had four babies but now they are grown.
My children are precious and dear to my heart.
I wish they lived nearer - that's my fault, in part.
5)
This one makes me giggle as if I had a tickle.
Last week I had a birthday, and turned the double nickel!
6)
I don't have many favorites
My brain's too vague for picks.
It's hard to choose from many but
My favorite number is SIX.
7)
We always had a garden when I was just a kid.
I learned so much in gardening that I am glad we did.
One thing I learned from growing was that fresher food tastes good.
And so I like my veggies just like everybody should.
8)
When going to a restaurant, if asked just what sounds good,
Because I love my veggies, I'd vote for Chinese food.
9)
The drug makers on tv have warnings by the score.
I do not know too many things but of this I'm pretty sure.
I've lived in several places where certain fungus grows.
I think I've even got one, but then again, who knows?
10)
As a child, with seven siblings
I was born between two brothers.
I'll leave for you to do the math.
(Five sisters were the others!)
11)
I have a real bad habit as habits tend to rate.
At least it seems that way to me.
I stay up WAY too late. 12)
I have a cat.
Imagine that!
She's rather fat.
13)
Referring back to number two, you think I'm such a joker.
But that's why I like turtle necks and why I wear my chokers.
14)
Number three says I'm a poet,
In case you didn't know it.
My toes completely show it.
They're LONG fellows.
(seriously long toes)15)
I like pink flowers and pink lemonade.
Pink clothes in stripes and dots.
I love a sunset's rosy shade.
I just like pink and LOTS!
16)
When I was turning sweet sixteen
I thought, for goodness sake
That everyone forgot me.
I thought that it was really mean
Till Mom brought home an ice cream cake
That she had stopped and got me.
17)
I turned seventeen in intensive care
So very long ago.
And I, in traction, laying there
Was feeling pretty low.
With just two months of swift repair
I'd married my young Beau,
And we were such a happy pair.
So very long ago.
18)
At first the doctors said that I would never walk again.
I proved them wrong although in truth they were such learned men.
The chance that I should bear a child was not good any more.
When I was just eighteen years old, I had the first of four.
19)
A snack that makes me lick my lips
Is creamed corn with potato chips.
20)
I love to do some arts and crafts.
They are my mental safety rafts!
When I feel like I'm going mad
I do some crafts to make me glad!
And there you have it! Twenty!
I think that will be plenty!
Sunday, April 28, 2013
The List
I saw a list on another blog, Hopes and Dreams, that is designed to allow you to get to know me better. It looked like fun, so I thought that I would give it a try. Here's what you can look forward to, coming soon:
THE LIST:
1. List 20 random facts about yourself.
2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
3. Describe your relationship with your parents.
4. List 10 things you would tell you 16 year-old self, if you could.
5. What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now?
6. What is the hardest thing you ever experienced?
7. What is your dream job and why?
8. What are 5 passions you have?
9. List 10 people who have influenced you and describe how.
10. Describe your most embarrassing moment.
11. Describe 10 pet peeves you have.
12. Describe a typical day in your current life.
13. Describe 5 weaknesses you have.
14. Describe 5 of your strengths.
15. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
16. What are your 5 greatest accomplishments?
17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?
18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?
19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?
20. Describe 3 significant memories from you childhood.
21. If you could have one super power, what would it be and what would you do with it first?
22. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?
23. List your top 5 hobbies and why you love them.
24. Compare the family dynamic of your childhood with your family dynamic now.
25. If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat?
26. What popular notion do you think the world has most wrong?
27. What is your favorite part of your body and why?
28. What is your love language?
29. What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
30. List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.
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THE LIST:
1. List 20 random facts about yourself.
2. Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
3. Describe your relationship with your parents.
4. List 10 things you would tell you 16 year-old self, if you could.
5. What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now?
6. What is the hardest thing you ever experienced?
7. What is your dream job and why?
8. What are 5 passions you have?
9. List 10 people who have influenced you and describe how.
10. Describe your most embarrassing moment.
11. Describe 10 pet peeves you have.
12. Describe a typical day in your current life.
13. Describe 5 weaknesses you have.
14. Describe 5 of your strengths.
15. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
16. What are your 5 greatest accomplishments?
17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?
18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?
19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?
20. Describe 3 significant memories from you childhood.
21. If you could have one super power, what would it be and what would you do with it first?
22. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?
23. List your top 5 hobbies and why you love them.
24. Compare the family dynamic of your childhood with your family dynamic now.
25. If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be and what would you eat?
26. What popular notion do you think the world has most wrong?
27. What is your favorite part of your body and why?
28. What is your love language?
29. What do you think people misunderstand most about you?
30. List 10 things you would hope to be remembered for.
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Sunday, March 3, 2013
My Beeches
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| Young Beeches in Snow |
My beeches are a budding
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| Beech Trees Budding |
The air will soon be warm again.
I wish it were TODAY!
Of course, today it’s snowing
A gentle, dusting snow.
The weather men say a storm’s afoot,
But they don’t really know!
It’s funny how they warn us:
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| Beech Leaf |
They then divide the foot in half
And the storm slips out to sea!
But trust me, just ignore them once
And don’t prepare at all.
That’s the day we’ll get two feet
And you’ll be at the mall
With nothing but a shawl,
So listen to them, Y’all!
If you didn't know it, my apartment is surrounded
by American beech trees, black birch, oaks and hemlocks. Beech have a
lovely, silvery gray, smooth bark. Remember Beechnut gum? Well, don't
try chewing on MY beech nuts. They're like little rocks inside prickly
balls. I love my beech trees though. I love how the little ones keep
their leaves through the winter and they start looking almost like a
stand of trees from an elven forest. But then, that's just my over
active imagination at work. Carry on.
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| Budding Trees |
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Golly Gee!
I bought some Chicken / Waffle potato chips today.
They sounded rather awful. What were you thinking, Lay’s?
You may ask, “Why’d you buy them, if they did not sound good?”
They called to me, oh golly gee, so I just thought I should!
When I hear running water, it does weird things to me.
I feel as if I ought to go in and take a pee!
I cannot wash the dishes unless I tinkle first.
If I should try, oh me oh my, things go from bad to worse!
It’s snowing out like crazy, so I am staying in.
I’m feeling kind of lazy and some think that’s a sin.
I guess I could go jogging, at least go take a walk.
Give me a break for heaven’s sake! Are you the one to talk?
A neighbor from my childhood just gave me nice, fresh eggs!
I ate some. They were SO good I licked up all the dregs!
How oft we are forgetting how good fresh food can taste.
Before you know, by gosh, oh no, I’ll wear them on my waist!
Well, that is what I’m doing. I knew you’d want to know.
Potato chipping, Looing, and hiding from the snow!
I think I’ll watch a movie my friend loaned me today.
What the hey, I think I may have DVDs to play!
Good night, Y’all!
You thought I was kidding
about the Chicken & Waffles.
Didn't you?
And yes, those first four eggs are GREEN!
I love them! DELISH!
p.s. I am Samb.
Samb iamb.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Twenty Eight First Kisses?
I just saw the name of a movie,
A movie I must have missed.
Twenty Eight First Kisses?
But who have I even kissed?
I think that Eric Shenkle
In a 4-H game of tag
When I was maybe ten years old
(Although I hate to brag)
In loving whispers asked me out
But I can not recall
If there was any kissing done.
Can we count him at all?
I don't think that I ever kissed
Craig Lafferty at least;
The neighbor boy in my class at school
Who was somewhat of a beast.
I dreamed one night that he climbed in
Through my window and we kissed,
And just kissing got me pregnant.
I'm glad that he's not on my list!
I understand while very young,
My sister's boyfriend's brother
Kissed me at the drive in,
But here, we have another.
It's a case of did it happen -
A case of - Is it true?
Can I count him if I can't recall?
1) I'll leave that up to you!
And now, we can fast forward
To when I had turned fourteen.
2) I met Stan Denton on retreat;
Youth Conference I mean.
We dated through the summer
And yes, in time, we kissed.
He was the first boy I french kissed,
A treat not to be missed.
Oh wait! I missed another,
One I tried to forget.
At twelve, I lost virginity
3) To a pedophile and yet,
I hid the memory deep away
Till after I was grown.
He kissed me as he forced me
With a pain I'd never known.
But turning back to high school,
4) I kissed Greg Palmer too.
We made out on a field trip bus.
What else were we to do?
I dumped him shortly after.
5) My excuse was Rodger's Ring.
In truth, though I did kiss them both,
They didn't mean a thing.
If you don't count my father
6) Who once slipped me the tongue
I've only kissed one other guy
Since I was very young.
When I was sixteen, I could go
To the Stake Gold and Green Ball
7) And there I met Jose who said
He loved me more than all.
He was an awesome kisser.
At fist we kissed a lot.
We married and it wasn't long
It seems that he forgot.
Near forty years together,
We ended in divorce
And now, I'm free to kiss again
But will I? YES! Of course!
Now, if I count just suitors,
Or boyfriends on my list,
That leaves me only five young men
That I have ever kissed!
I'd better get to kissing!
I can't be stuck at five!
I might just win the booby prize
For "Lamest Lips Alive!"
A movie I must have missed.
Twenty Eight First Kisses?
But who have I even kissed?
I think that Eric Shenkle
In a 4-H game of tag
When I was maybe ten years old
(Although I hate to brag)
In loving whispers asked me out
But I can not recall
If there was any kissing done.
Can we count him at all?
I don't think that I ever kissed
Craig Lafferty at least;
The neighbor boy in my class at school
Who was somewhat of a beast.
I dreamed one night that he climbed in
Through my window and we kissed,
And just kissing got me pregnant.
I'm glad that he's not on my list!
I understand while very young,
My sister's boyfriend's brother
Kissed me at the drive in,
But here, we have another.
It's a case of did it happen -
A case of - Is it true?
Can I count him if I can't recall?
1) I'll leave that up to you!
And now, we can fast forward
To when I had turned fourteen.
2) I met Stan Denton on retreat;
Youth Conference I mean.
We dated through the summer
And yes, in time, we kissed.
He was the first boy I french kissed,
A treat not to be missed.
Oh wait! I missed another,
One I tried to forget.
At twelve, I lost virginity
3) To a pedophile and yet,
I hid the memory deep away
Till after I was grown.
He kissed me as he forced me
With a pain I'd never known.
But turning back to high school,
4) I kissed Greg Palmer too.
We made out on a field trip bus.
What else were we to do?
I dumped him shortly after.
5) My excuse was Rodger's Ring.
In truth, though I did kiss them both,
They didn't mean a thing.
If you don't count my father
6) Who once slipped me the tongue
I've only kissed one other guy
Since I was very young.
When I was sixteen, I could go
To the Stake Gold and Green Ball
7) And there I met Jose who said
He loved me more than all.
He was an awesome kisser.
At fist we kissed a lot.
We married and it wasn't long
It seems that he forgot.
Near forty years together,
We ended in divorce
And now, I'm free to kiss again
But will I? YES! Of course!
Now, if I count just suitors,
Or boyfriends on my list,
That leaves me only five young men
That I have ever kissed!
I'd better get to kissing!
I can't be stuck at five!
I might just win the booby prize
For "Lamest Lips Alive!"
Forgive This Lame Attempt At 'Poetry'
( http://thisblogisnotforyou.com/category/blogging-tips/ )
My sister sent to me a link for a site, "This blog is not for you."
The name the blogger chose I think just made me want to read it too!
It was replete with blog ideas and since I've only blogged a while,
I read the blog and it appears I'd like to change my blogging style.
I long ago had made the choice among the many crafts I do
And gave my poetry the voice that here in blog I share with you.
You may ask why I chose to write and I will tell you here and now.
It's not that painting lost the fight because I couldn't figure how
Nor sculpture lost for lack of love of clay or molding little peeps.
But merely writing got the shove because it seemed, to write was CHEAP!
For painting, there's canvases and paint and brushes that you have to buy.
Machines and fabric, trust me, ain't so cheap as once in days gone by.
I have a million rubber stamps, scissors galore, hole punches too.
I even have some jumbo clamps for any woodwork I need to do.
A wall of shelves is tightly packed with totes of fabric neatly stowed.
You'd laugh to see how tightly stacked two closets truly overflowed!
I have three sets of Exacto knives, a bucket full of pretty beads,
Enough to provide three sister wives with all their down home crafting needs.
But here I sit, by my self, alone, on line and playing 'Words with Friends.'
With pen and paper I've been known to write a tale with pleasing ends.
This effort, now, to write this note, is falling sadly, short of par.
So I won't put it to a vote, but simply state what my feelings are.
I'd like to try to share with you some simple tales in silly verse
Because it's what I like to do but smile! From here, it can't get worse!
My sister sent to me a link for a site, "This blog is not for you."
The name the blogger chose I think just made me want to read it too!
It was replete with blog ideas and since I've only blogged a while,
I read the blog and it appears I'd like to change my blogging style.
I long ago had made the choice among the many crafts I do
And gave my poetry the voice that here in blog I share with you.
You may ask why I chose to write and I will tell you here and now.
It's not that painting lost the fight because I couldn't figure how
Nor sculpture lost for lack of love of clay or molding little peeps.
But merely writing got the shove because it seemed, to write was CHEAP!
For painting, there's canvases and paint and brushes that you have to buy.
Machines and fabric, trust me, ain't so cheap as once in days gone by.
I have a million rubber stamps, scissors galore, hole punches too.
I even have some jumbo clamps for any woodwork I need to do.
A wall of shelves is tightly packed with totes of fabric neatly stowed.
You'd laugh to see how tightly stacked two closets truly overflowed!
I have three sets of Exacto knives, a bucket full of pretty beads,
Enough to provide three sister wives with all their down home crafting needs.
But here I sit, by my self, alone, on line and playing 'Words with Friends.'
With pen and paper I've been known to write a tale with pleasing ends.
This effort, now, to write this note, is falling sadly, short of par.
So I won't put it to a vote, but simply state what my feelings are.
I'd like to try to share with you some simple tales in silly verse
Because it's what I like to do but smile! From here, it can't get worse!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
The Mother Hubbard
I have to show you how serious my overflow of Hubbard squash is.
I've been chopping up that Hubbard squash today. It's been tough going. *grin* It's not that it's really all that hard, it's just that it seems to be a never ending job! I took the seeds out and washed the sliminess off of them. I put them into a pyrex pie pan and threw in about a tablespoon of butter. I sprinkled on a bit of salt as well. Then, I popped them into the oven at about 350* for fifteen minutes or so. These squash seeds are a bit plumper than I remember pumpkin seeds being. It's more worth the trouble of opening the seed to get out the meat. Of course, I think some people just eat the seeds, shell and all. I can't handle that though.
I've been chopping up that Hubbard squash today. It's been tough going. *grin* It's not that it's really all that hard, it's just that it seems to be a never ending job! I took the seeds out and washed the sliminess off of them. I put them into a pyrex pie pan and threw in about a tablespoon of butter. I sprinkled on a bit of salt as well. Then, I popped them into the oven at about 350* for fifteen minutes or so. These squash seeds are a bit plumper than I remember pumpkin seeds being. It's more worth the trouble of opening the seed to get out the meat. Of course, I think some people just eat the seeds, shell and all. I can't handle that though.
As you can possibly see in the first photo, I made some squash soup today. I cut the squash up into chunks and boiled it till it was soft. Then, I mashed it up and poured in about a cup and a half of milk. I added some pumpkin pie spice and a bit of salt. If I'd had cream or even sour cream, I would have added that instead of the milk, but I didn't.
Did you notice the two pans full of cubed squash? I'm going to boil them up and freeze them. I do love squash, but I'm telling you, I've had a LOT of squash lately. All things in moderation means you can't live off of just squash for too long. (even if you DO love squash) The square pyrex pan full of little cubes is in the oven right now as I type. I poured a bit of olive oil over it and sprinkled on some salt free spice. I think it has garlic and onion powders and parsley. I stirred it up and popped it in the oven for a while. I'd better go and stir that. Mmmm. When I took it out to stir it, I snuck a bite. It's really tasty. I turned off the oven and put the pan back in for a few more minutes.
Now, I don't suppose that you happened to see that there is still a bit of squash to chop. Yup. I'm off to chop up the last of the squash. Good thing I love Hubbard squash!
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Thursday, January 3, 2013
I LOVE HUBBARD SQUASH!
I LOVE HUBBARD SQUASH!
They are HUGE ungainly things but they are quickly becoming my favorite squash! Don't get me wrong. I still love yellow, crookneck squash and zucchini but Hubbard squash is awesome! It's a sweeter squash than say Acorn or Butternut squash.
The hardest part is cutting it up. The skin or peel is very hard. The meat of it is pretty hard too, but not unworkable.
You can slice off a goodly chunk. Scoop out the seeds and slime. Preserve that for a later snack. Without peeling put, skin side up it in a baking dish with a little water in the bottom of the dish. You might have to take one of the shelves out of your oven so it will fit. Bake at 350* for about half an hour. Flip onto skin side and brush the meaty side with melted butter. You can sprinkle it with brown sugar or drizzle with maple syrup or, if you're not into sugar, just bake it as is. Bake for another half hour. It will be nice and tender now. Just scoop it out and eat.
Another option is to slice off pieces. Be careful. It's really a challenge, slicing this thing up because it's so hard. Peel off the skin and remove a bit of the stringier part of the center. Chop the remaining piece into cubes and boil in a pot on the stove with about an inch of salted water for about 20 minutes. You can mash it or leave it cubed. I add butter.
This is so delicious. It's low in saturated fats, cholesterol and sodium. It's also a
good source of Vitamin E, Thiamin, Niacin, Vitamin
B6, Folate, Calcium and Magnesium, and a very good source of Vitamin A,
Vitamin C, Potassium and Manganese. I also read that it's a good source of fiber. Who doesn't love fiber?
Of course, adding the salt and butter might change the low sodium and such.
Another good thing about winter squashes is that they tend to last a while in the fridge. There is NO way that I could eat this whole thing in one meal! It took me six meals to finish the last Hubbard squash I was given. This one is even bigger so I think it's going to feed me for more than a week! I've been googling Hubbard squash recipes. One spoke of baking apples and nuts in the bowl of the squash. It all just sounds so delicious!
I LOVE HUBBARD SQUASH!
They are HUGE ungainly things but they are quickly becoming my favorite squash! Don't get me wrong. I still love yellow, crookneck squash and zucchini but Hubbard squash is awesome! It's a sweeter squash than say Acorn or Butternut squash.
The hardest part is cutting it up. The skin or peel is very hard. The meat of it is pretty hard too, but not unworkable.
You can slice off a goodly chunk. Scoop out the seeds and slime. Preserve that for a later snack. Without peeling put, skin side up it in a baking dish with a little water in the bottom of the dish. You might have to take one of the shelves out of your oven so it will fit. Bake at 350* for about half an hour. Flip onto skin side and brush the meaty side with melted butter. You can sprinkle it with brown sugar or drizzle with maple syrup or, if you're not into sugar, just bake it as is. Bake for another half hour. It will be nice and tender now. Just scoop it out and eat.
This is so delicious. It's low in saturated fats, cholesterol and sodium. It's also a
good source of Vitamin E, Thiamin, Niacin, Vitamin
B6, Folate, Calcium and Magnesium, and a very good source of Vitamin A,
Vitamin C, Potassium and Manganese. I also read that it's a good source of fiber. Who doesn't love fiber?Of course, adding the salt and butter might change the low sodium and such.
Another good thing about winter squashes is that they tend to last a while in the fridge. There is NO way that I could eat this whole thing in one meal! It took me six meals to finish the last Hubbard squash I was given. This one is even bigger so I think it's going to feed me for more than a week! I've been googling Hubbard squash recipes. One spoke of baking apples and nuts in the bowl of the squash. It all just sounds so delicious! I LOVE HUBBARD SQUASH!
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