Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Geese in the Graveyard

A curious sight
On a freezing cold night,
The geese in the graveyard all covered in white.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Cold Nose Chronicles

How can I invent a sort of nose-muff(kinda similar to the ear-muff) without it resembling a clown nose? I have got to find a solution for my chilly schnoz. It's never NOT cold. Which means my little nose is always red. This tends to lead people to believe that I have been out playing in the snow, or that I have been boozin'. And when I raise my hand up to my face, cover my nose, and blow my warm breath upon it, people think I'm just doing a really long breath check. Nose-muff it is.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Oldie but Goodie

My blogs have been ever-so-melancholy as of late. So I decided to dig up some of my older, more lighthearted stories. I stumbled across this gem, and it made me giggle. Hope it does the same for you. X

"Rage Shopping"

So today I raged out at Schnuck's.
But to be fair, I was delirious from lack of a real meal in the past 48 hours.

FIRST: a woman takes her 5 children into the produce section and lets them run rampid, screaming profanities no 8 year old should know or at least dare to say in public, with their mother. My response: I dodge the kids 4 times, until, on the 5th time, I "accidentally" graze one's shoulder with my cart. Afterwards, the mom grabs this child by the arm and seemingly pulls his arm out of the socket.

SECOND: A family of a foreign descent is gathered closely around the dairy, more specifically the milk, section. They're staring as if this is the first time the beverage known as milk has been introduced into their lives. My response: I whisper, "Excuse me..." No response/movement. I repeat. Same reaction. So I then shove my wee body in between two of the clan, grab a jug of skim, and whale it into my cart, throwing one arm up in the air and muttering the word "ridiculous" under my breath.

THIRD: A few feet down from the milk, two men are debating which kind of margarine to purchase. One wants Parkay. The other wants to try the new I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Mediterranian Spread. I just want my spray butter. I try to squeeze in between the two slightly large men, not wanting to disturb the debate. When suddenly their attention is stolen by the tubes of cookie dough neighboring the margarine, and I am shoved over, HARD. My response: What could I really do...I giggled politely, accepted their apologies, and silently wished death upon them both.

Needless to say, I sped home to dig into my carton of ice cream. And all was well again.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

As a Bird

Saw some birdie footprints in the snow today while I was pumping gas. It made me smile, and wonder if birds get excited like humans do for snow. Did the bird find a few of its friends and make a snowman? Did they make snow angels on the ground?

Hee. Simple pleasures the snow can offer. Thanks, snow.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

First tears of 2011 seem extra salty...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

W8 4 F8

I tell myself to wait for fate.
That the outcome of the wait is great.
But as of late,
This so-called wait
Feels like I'm stuck in a figure 8.

Monday, January 3, 2011