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A Poet Among Us
Good (or horribly bad?) poetry is, in my humble opinion, the truest form of creative expression. I
used to want to sit and write powerful poetry, but I've long since given up in the face of so many
masters who are so much more adept at it. Today, I'd like to give you one of these masters: my
good friend, and a good friend to my wee blog, Jenness Walker.
With blatant disregard to her copyright privileges, here is her award-winning piece of poetry.
What award did it win? Chip MacGregor's Honorable Mention for the Worst Piece of Poetry he's
seen in a year.
Without futher ado,
THE FROGGY MAN
by Jenness Walker
Once on a Tuesday evening all was still.
I was washing dishes, and then on the window sill
Was a little froggy man, staring at me
With the biggest eyes that I ever did see.
Well, I stared back, and he didn’t even blink;
But he blushed when I winked.
I looked down then, because my dishwater was getting cold
And there is nothing worse than dishwater that is old.
When I looked up again, froggy man was gone.
He had hopped down to hide his red face in the lawn.
I sighed and finished my work.
When I put the last dish away, I wiped my hands on my skirt
And thought, “I’ll never again the little froggy see.”
But what a surprise the next night when I again saw the froggy man staring at me.
When he knew I had seen him, one huge yellow eye winked did he,
And when I blushed he laughed and hopped into the grassy sea.
The next night again he was there
And at me again he did stare.
We both winked and laughed, and then I started talking to him.
I told him my name and asked him his. He paused, then answered, “Jim.”
He had a deep bass voice, and he added with a growl
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Then he took a bow.
For many more nights to visit me he did come
When I was washing dishes at the setting of the sun.
When mom found out, boy was I in trouble!
’Specially when she discovered compared to my age, his was double.
She forbade me to talk to my little froggy.
I left him a note that was with my tears soggy.
Well, I finally got over it, and a few months later I saw a froggy baby.
With it was my froggy man and a little froggy lady.
***---***---***---***--***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***
I'm all a quiver with emotion. Powerful writing often does that to me.
Later, y'all, and VcD,
donna
Good (or horribly bad?) poetry is, in my humble opinion, the truest form of creative expression. I
used to want to sit and write powerful poetry, but I've long since given up in the face of so many
masters who are so much more adept at it. Today, I'd like to give you one of these masters: my
good friend, and a good friend to my wee blog, Jenness Walker.
With blatant disregard to her copyright privileges, here is her award-winning piece of poetry.
What award did it win? Chip MacGregor's Honorable Mention for the Worst Piece of Poetry he's
seen in a year.
Without futher ado,
THE FROGGY MAN
by Jenness Walker
Once on a Tuesday evening all was still.
I was washing dishes, and then on the window sill
Was a little froggy man, staring at me
With the biggest eyes that I ever did see.
Well, I stared back, and he didn’t even blink;
But he blushed when I winked.
I looked down then, because my dishwater was getting cold
And there is nothing worse than dishwater that is old.
When I looked up again, froggy man was gone.
He had hopped down to hide his red face in the lawn.
I sighed and finished my work.
When I put the last dish away, I wiped my hands on my skirt
And thought, “I’ll never again the little froggy see.”
But what a surprise the next night when I again saw the froggy man staring at me.
When he knew I had seen him, one huge yellow eye winked did he,
And when I blushed he laughed and hopped into the grassy sea.
The next night again he was there
And at me again he did stare.
We both winked and laughed, and then I started talking to him.
I told him my name and asked him his. He paused, then answered, “Jim.”
He had a deep bass voice, and he added with a growl
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Then he took a bow.
For many more nights to visit me he did come
When I was washing dishes at the setting of the sun.
When mom found out, boy was I in trouble!
’Specially when she discovered compared to my age, his was double.
She forbade me to talk to my little froggy.
I left him a note that was with my tears soggy.
Well, I finally got over it, and a few months later I saw a froggy baby.
With it was my froggy man and a little froggy lady.
***---***---***---***--***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***---***
I'm all a quiver with emotion. Powerful writing often does that to me.
Later, y'all, and VcD,
donna
Corn Pops Adventures
Mother's Day isn't exactly my favorite holiday. Oh, I love it for my mom's sake. I sent her card off
with a kiss last Tuesday. She's good to go. ; )
No, Mother's Day is a bit of a letdown for me personally simply cuz I ain't a mom. Back when I
used to go to church, Mother's Days were a drag cuz I was, like, the only woman in the
congregation who wasn't given a rose or a carnation. Oh, boo-hoo, huh. Poor me.
So, this morning, I had my own fun, though I didn't even realize it until the adventure began. It's
early here, earlier than what I'm used to. I'm just a wee bit slow on the uptake this morning. But
things started dawning on me . . . things I feel compelled to share.
Corn Pop Adventures.
Now, know this. Corn Pops are not my favorite cereal in the whole wide world. They make my
teeth ache just thinking about them. My brother, Chris, has always loved them. He has stronger
teeth than I do. But recently I've had sort of nostalgic feelings for Corn Pops. They sort of popped
in (so to speak) and made an appearance in the epilogue of Standing Strong—the same epilogue
that will lay the entire series to rest—and I liked it. They didn't grandstand, they simply popped in,
sweetened the moment, and made my day.
So then, imagine my glee when, at Safeway last Monday, I saw this HEEEUUUGE box of Corn
Pops on sale for only $2.50. And I'm talking HEEEUUUGE box. The size of a small house. And,
get this, inside that HEEEUUUGE box of Corn Pops was a free either Mickey Mouse, Stitch, or
Chicken Little step counter. Imagine that. Feed the kids sugar-coated corn, then give them a free
pedometer and encourage them to get out and walk. How socially responsible!!
How delightful! This morning I finally grabbed that box (nothing else sounded good for breakfast,
so quick and easy prevailed), opened it, and immediately started digging through it for my freebie.
Haven't done that since I was . . . okay, let's just say I was young. Do you remember the last time
you pulled a toy out of a cereal box? I used to like the little magnifying glasses in the Cracker
Jacks. Hmm. Haven't had Cracker Jacks in forever.
Ouch, my teeth are aching.
So, rooting through the Corn Pops like a kid at Christmas . . .
I found my pedometer! And it's got Chicken Little on it!!
Take that all you moms out there who got carnations at church
today. I got a Chicken Little pedometer!! Neener-neener-neener.
So. Anyway. Yes. Corn Pops. Quick and easy. Fresh and delicious! (And very very sweet.) So
I'm, like, sitting here eating my Corn Pops and, bored, I'm reading the box. (I'm half awake,
remember?) Lots of grand promotion for the little said pedometer (which they're calling a step
counter, go figure). I'm a wee bit bummed I didn't get Mickey Mouse.
Lots of games and stuff for the kids to do while they're eating their Corn Pops and shaking their
step counter to see if it really works. (I didn't play any of the games, but I did shake my pedometer!
And it really works!!) Flip the box. More games and fun. Goofy has a word game. Okay, I did
play that one to find out his secret message. It's "Have fun and be safe." Ain't that cute?
Flip the box. Nutritional Facts. Now, these are not as depressing as I wudda thought. There are
actually some serious vitamins in Corn Pops. I like all the warnings: Corn Pops are made of
milled corn, but also "CONTAINS WHEAT INGREDIENTS. CORN USED IN THIS PRODUCT
CONTAINS TRACES OF SOYBEANS."
Sorta makes me wonder what else this product contains . . . in trace amounts, of course.
Doesn't stop me from pouring another bowl.
And a word about Corn Pops? They float. Don't fill the bowl too full or as
soon as you plunge in your spoon, they'll start flopping themselves over the
edge in every conceivable direction. Gotta get 'em soaked in milk first.
Just thought you'd like to know that.
I'm looking out for you, doncha know.
So I'm reading through the Nutritional Facts side of the box, ignoring most of it, when I come to the
teensiest-tiniest little crest-like thingee down in the bottom right corner. At this moment, I'm
wishing I had one of those plastic magnifying glasses from a box of Cracker Jacks. But I manage.
And I read these words: Union Made. BCTGM. AFL-CIO. I mean, how cool is that? Did you
know Corn Pops are proudly made by the Bakery, Confectionary, Tobacco Workers, and Grain
Millers Union?
Makes me proud to be an American.
But, even so, every time I think about Corn Pops, I remember. Painful as it is, I remember when
these delightfully delicious little morsels used to be called Sugar Corn Pops. Or just plain Sugar
Pops. Remember that? Remember Sugar Pops Pete? Here's a cruise down memory lane in case
you forgot:
Mother's Day isn't exactly my favorite holiday. Oh, I love it for my mom's sake. I sent her card off
with a kiss last Tuesday. She's good to go. ; )
No, Mother's Day is a bit of a letdown for me personally simply cuz I ain't a mom. Back when I
used to go to church, Mother's Days were a drag cuz I was, like, the only woman in the
congregation who wasn't given a rose or a carnation. Oh, boo-hoo, huh. Poor me.
So, this morning, I had my own fun, though I didn't even realize it until the adventure began. It's
early here, earlier than what I'm used to. I'm just a wee bit slow on the uptake this morning. But
things started dawning on me . . . things I feel compelled to share.
Corn Pop Adventures.
Now, know this. Corn Pops are not my favorite cereal in the whole wide world. They make my
teeth ache just thinking about them. My brother, Chris, has always loved them. He has stronger
teeth than I do. But recently I've had sort of nostalgic feelings for Corn Pops. They sort of popped
in (so to speak) and made an appearance in the epilogue of Standing Strong—the same epilogue
that will lay the entire series to rest—and I liked it. They didn't grandstand, they simply popped in,
sweetened the moment, and made my day.
So then, imagine my glee when, at Safeway last Monday, I saw this HEEEUUUGE box of Corn
Pops on sale for only $2.50. And I'm talking HEEEUUUGE box. The size of a small house. And,
get this, inside that HEEEUUUGE box of Corn Pops was a free either Mickey Mouse, Stitch, or
Chicken Little step counter. Imagine that. Feed the kids sugar-coated corn, then give them a free
pedometer and encourage them to get out and walk. How socially responsible!!
How delightful! This morning I finally grabbed that box (nothing else sounded good for breakfast,
so quick and easy prevailed), opened it, and immediately started digging through it for my freebie.
Haven't done that since I was . . . okay, let's just say I was young. Do you remember the last time
you pulled a toy out of a cereal box? I used to like the little magnifying glasses in the Cracker
Jacks. Hmm. Haven't had Cracker Jacks in forever.
Ouch, my teeth are aching.
So, rooting through the Corn Pops like a kid at Christmas . . .
I found my pedometer! And it's got Chicken Little on it!!
Take that all you moms out there who got carnations at church
today. I got a Chicken Little pedometer!! Neener-neener-neener.
So. Anyway. Yes. Corn Pops. Quick and easy. Fresh and delicious! (And very very sweet.) So
I'm, like, sitting here eating my Corn Pops and, bored, I'm reading the box. (I'm half awake,
remember?) Lots of grand promotion for the little said pedometer (which they're calling a step
counter, go figure). I'm a wee bit bummed I didn't get Mickey Mouse.
Lots of games and stuff for the kids to do while they're eating their Corn Pops and shaking their
step counter to see if it really works. (I didn't play any of the games, but I did shake my pedometer!
And it really works!!) Flip the box. More games and fun. Goofy has a word game. Okay, I did
play that one to find out his secret message. It's "Have fun and be safe." Ain't that cute?
Flip the box. Nutritional Facts. Now, these are not as depressing as I wudda thought. There are
actually some serious vitamins in Corn Pops. I like all the warnings: Corn Pops are made of
milled corn, but also "CONTAINS WHEAT INGREDIENTS. CORN USED IN THIS PRODUCT
CONTAINS TRACES OF SOYBEANS."
Sorta makes me wonder what else this product contains . . . in trace amounts, of course.
Doesn't stop me from pouring another bowl.
And a word about Corn Pops? They float. Don't fill the bowl too full or as
soon as you plunge in your spoon, they'll start flopping themselves over the
edge in every conceivable direction. Gotta get 'em soaked in milk first.
Just thought you'd like to know that.
I'm looking out for you, doncha know.
So I'm reading through the Nutritional Facts side of the box, ignoring most of it, when I come to the
teensiest-tiniest little crest-like thingee down in the bottom right corner. At this moment, I'm
wishing I had one of those plastic magnifying glasses from a box of Cracker Jacks. But I manage.
And I read these words: Union Made. BCTGM. AFL-CIO. I mean, how cool is that? Did you
know Corn Pops are proudly made by the Bakery, Confectionary, Tobacco Workers, and Grain
Millers Union?
Makes me proud to be an American.
But, even so, every time I think about Corn Pops, I remember. Painful as it is, I remember when
these delightfully delicious little morsels used to be called Sugar Corn Pops. Or just plain Sugar
Pops. Remember that? Remember Sugar Pops Pete? Here's a cruise down memory lane in case
you forgot:
Grrrrr . . .
It's Rel's fault. She got tagged by a friend she couldn't refuse, and then she tagged me! And of all
my dear friends . . . Rel's one I can't refuse. So, here goes.
Wait a minute. There are rules to this tag. Goodness!! What a pain. ; )
Okay. Here's zit:
1. Each player starts with eight (eight!!) random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these
rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight (eight??) people to get tagged and list their
names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
Simple enough, eh? I'm sure if I break one rule I'll suffer seven years of bad luck. Something
like that. Oh well.
Okay. So. For Rel. Random facts and/or habits about . . . who else? Me!
1. I am totally not a morning person. Wish I was, though. Mornings are so beautiful. I see one
every once in awhile when I answer nature's call . . . before going back to bed.
2. Most of my friends know I'm not a morning person, but it drives me insane when they call me
at 1:14 p.m. and say, "I didn't wake you, did I?" I mean, like, give me a break! I do get up at
least by 10:00 every morning. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid.
3. Here's a fun bit of trivia. What does Bill Russell, Nancy Grace, Larry Bird, Kareem Abdul
Jabar, Sean Astin (of Goonies fame), Carmen Electra, Terry Bradshaw, Tommy Chong (of
Cheech and Chong fame), Rodney Dangerfield, Britney Spears, Gabe Kaplin (of Welcome Back
Kotter fame), and I all have in common? Our New York City agent! Yep, Frank Weimann,
extraordinaire. Waving to Frank!!
Hmm. Wonder if Paris Hilton is looking for an agent?
BTW, wanna know what Carmen Electra's book is called? How To Be Sexy. Well, what did
you expect??
In case you're wondering, I actually have two agents. Two contracts, two agents. And I love 'em
both. Believe me, I got nutin to complain about. So I'm not. Complaining. 'Bout nutin.
Moving right along . . .
4. (We're only on #4??) Okay. Confession time. Just last week, for the very first time in my life
. . . I made a tuna noodle casserole. All by myself. Left out the peas, and didn't have any onions
or celery to toss in, but it was still pretty dern good. If I have to say so myself. I was the only
one eating it, so hey. It worked for me!
5. I don't back up my hard drive. I don't have medical insurance. I don't eat my vegetables.
6. I've never hit anyone, nor been hit by anyone. Except for one fender tap when I was 17, I've
never had a car accident. Except for one $3.50 prescription for a generic antibiotic to help me
kick a sore throat, I've never taken a med stronger than aspirin. Never really needed to. Do I feel
fortunate and blessed? You better believe it.
7. I once sank 91 free throws out of 100. Those were the days.
8. I was poked in the foot by a javelin once (have the scar to prove it), I caught a javelin in
mid-air once, and I was almost killed by a javelin. To be skewered through and through. Not a
fun way to go, I bet. I still have nightmares about it. SHANNON, BE CAREFUL!!! Yikes. Still
gives me shivers. I'll breathe easier when track season is over. But, until then, GO VIKINGS!!!
Shannon was once one of the best javelin throwers in the nation. She'll be fine.
And that's it! Eight more fun-filled facts about me. If that wasn't enough for ya, check out The
Entire Adventure over there to your left. Lots more fun just waiting to be explored.
I'd like to thank Rel, once again, for this opportunity. And thanks to Amy for tagging Rel in the
first place. And thanks to all the smilies, who helped make this experience extra fun for all of us.
Thanks to all of you, my readers, for . . . still reading! Wanna play along? Consider yourself
TAGGED!!!
I'm off to lah-lah land. Later, y'all!
VcD,
donna
You Want Me To Do What???
I'm not usually a fan of memes, since the very word uses not just one, but two "me's." What's this
meme about? Me! What else! And I talk enough about me here at my wee blog. ; )
But, just for you . . .
A - Available or single: Single, yet not available. At this stage, I'm not even looking.
B - Best Friend: Too many to list. But Mario ranks up there. And so do Chris and Erin.
C - Cake or Pie: Pie. Totally.
D - Drink of choice: Depends on my food of choice.
E - Essential Item you use everyday: My iPod, and that round porcelain thingee in the bathroom.
F - Favorite color: Blue sky fading into the setting sun.
G - Gummy Bears or worms: Bears, totally. Cinnamon bears are the best.
H - Hometown: Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, and Florence, Oregon. Go Vikings!!
I - Indulgence: Staring at the crashing waves.
J - January or February: Same difference, right?
K - Kids & Names: See answer for A.
L - Life is Incomplete Without? The One who said, "Without Me, you can do nothing."
M - Marriage Date: Only He knows. He's preparing our wedding banquet even as we speak.
N - Number of Siblings: 1
O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges. Especially mixed with bananas.
P - Phobias or Fears: Phobias. Oh, what are they? Stupid people.
Q - Fave Quote: "Are we there yet?"
R - Reason to Smile: Too many to list. But Mario ranks up there. And so do Chris and Erin.
S - Season: Basketball season.
T - Tag 3 or 4 people: Anyone wanna play along?
U - Unknown Fact about Me: Shall remain unknown, thank you very much.
V- Vegetable You Don't Like: Peas. Yuck!!
W - Worst Habit: Brooding.
X - Xrays: Never needed one.
Y - Your Fave Food: Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, and KFC. Not necessarily in that order.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Gemini, and my stars say I belong to Him! : )
I guess that wasn't so bad. Kinda fun.
Later, gators!!
VcD,
donna
Just Some Stuff
Have you ever poured milk on your cereal and had the milk catch a flake or something and shoot
straight out of the bowl to land on your counter? Or table? Or on your lap?
Been there, done that.
Have you ever noticed when you use a whitening toothpaste that the sink where you spit stays
cleaner longer?
Just what's up with that, anyway?
Have you ever tried to put your toaster in your refrigerator?
Yep, twice.
Have you ever tried to shampoo your hair with shaving cream?
That's for you, Lynn.
Have you ever brushed your teeth with Preparation H?
That's for you, Bruiser.
Have you ever really asked ... WHY?
I wouldn't recommend it.
Here are the first four things listed under the banner IMPORTANT SAFETY INFORMATION in
the user's manual that came with my new CD/clock radio.
1. Read these instructions.
2. Keep these instructions.
3. Heed all warnings.
4. Follow all instructions.
Well, I quit reading right there, I'll have you know.
Later!
VcD,
donna
It's Rel's fault. She got tagged by a friend she couldn't refuse, and then she tagged me! And of all
my dear friends . . . Rel's one I can't refuse. So, here goes.
Wait a minute. There are rules to this tag. Goodness!! What a pain. ; )
Okay. Here's zit:
1. Each player starts with eight (eight!!) random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these
rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight (eight??) people to get tagged and list their
names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
Simple enough, eh? I'm sure if I break one rule I'll suffer seven years of bad luck. Something
like that. Oh well.
Okay. So. For Rel. Random facts and/or habits about . . . who else? Me!
1. I am totally not a morning person. Wish I was, though. Mornings are so beautiful. I see one
every once in awhile when I answer nature's call . . . before going back to bed.
2. Most of my friends know I'm not a morning person, but it drives me insane when they call me
at 1:14 p.m. and say, "I didn't wake you, did I?" I mean, like, give me a break! I do get up at
least by 10:00 every morning. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid.
3. Here's a fun bit of trivia. What does Bill Russell, Nancy Grace, Larry Bird, Kareem Abdul
Jabar, Sean Astin (of Goonies fame), Carmen Electra, Terry Bradshaw, Tommy Chong (of
Cheech and Chong fame), Rodney Dangerfield, Britney Spears, Gabe Kaplin (of Welcome Back
Kotter fame), and I all have in common? Our New York City agent! Yep, Frank Weimann,
extraordinaire. Waving to Frank!!
Hmm. Wonder if Paris Hilton is looking for an agent?
BTW, wanna know what Carmen Electra's book is called? How To Be Sexy. Well, what did
you expect??
In case you're wondering, I actually have two agents. Two contracts, two agents. And I love 'em
both. Believe me, I got nutin to complain about. So I'm not. Complaining. 'Bout nutin.
Moving right along . . .
4. (We're only on #4??) Okay. Confession time. Just last week, for the very first time in my life
. . . I made a tuna noodle casserole. All by myself. Left out the peas, and didn't have any onions
or celery to toss in, but it was still pretty dern good. If I have to say so myself. I was the only
one eating it, so hey. It worked for me!
5. I don't back up my hard drive. I don't have medical insurance. I don't eat my vegetables.
6. I've never hit anyone, nor been hit by anyone. Except for one fender tap when I was 17, I've
never had a car accident. Except for one $3.50 prescription for a generic antibiotic to help me
kick a sore throat, I've never taken a med stronger than aspirin. Never really needed to. Do I feel
fortunate and blessed? You better believe it.
7. I once sank 91 free throws out of 100. Those were the days.
8. I was poked in the foot by a javelin once (have the scar to prove it), I caught a javelin in
mid-air once, and I was almost killed by a javelin. To be skewered through and through. Not a
fun way to go, I bet. I still have nightmares about it. SHANNON, BE CAREFUL!!! Yikes. Still
gives me shivers. I'll breathe easier when track season is over. But, until then, GO VIKINGS!!!
Shannon was once one of the best javelin throwers in the nation. She'll be fine.
And that's it! Eight more fun-filled facts about me. If that wasn't enough for ya, check out The
Entire Adventure over there to your left. Lots more fun just waiting to be explored.
I'd like to thank Rel, once again, for this opportunity. And thanks to Amy for tagging Rel in the
first place. And thanks to all the smilies, who helped make this experience extra fun for all of us.
Thanks to all of you, my readers, for . . . still reading! Wanna play along? Consider yourself
TAGGED!!!
I'm off to lah-lah land. Later, y'all!
VcD,
donna
You Want Me To Do What???
I'm not usually a fan of memes, since the very word uses not just one, but two "me's." What's this
meme about? Me! What else! And I talk enough about me here at my wee blog. ; )
But, just for you . . .
A - Available or single: Single, yet not available. At this stage, I'm not even looking.
B - Best Friend: Too many to list. But Mario ranks up there. And so do Chris and Erin.
C - Cake or Pie: Pie. Totally.
D - Drink of choice: Depends on my food of choice.
E - Essential Item you use everyday: My iPod, and that round porcelain thingee in the bathroom.
F - Favorite color: Blue sky fading into the setting sun.
G - Gummy Bears or worms: Bears, totally. Cinnamon bears are the best.
H - Hometown: Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, and Florence, Oregon. Go Vikings!!
I - Indulgence: Staring at the crashing waves.
J - January or February: Same difference, right?
K - Kids & Names: See answer for A.
L - Life is Incomplete Without? The One who said, "Without Me, you can do nothing."
M - Marriage Date: Only He knows. He's preparing our wedding banquet even as we speak.
N - Number of Siblings: 1
O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges. Especially mixed with bananas.
P - Phobias or Fears: Phobias. Oh, what are they? Stupid people.
Q - Fave Quote: "Are we there yet?"
R - Reason to Smile: Too many to list. But Mario ranks up there. And so do Chris and Erin.
S - Season: Basketball season.
T - Tag 3 or 4 people: Anyone wanna play along?
U - Unknown Fact about Me: Shall remain unknown, thank you very much.
V- Vegetable You Don't Like: Peas. Yuck!!
W - Worst Habit: Brooding.
X - Xrays: Never needed one.
Y - Your Fave Food: Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, and KFC. Not necessarily in that order.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Gemini, and my stars say I belong to Him! : )
I guess that wasn't so bad. Kinda fun.
Later, gators!!
VcD,
donna
Just Some Stuff
Have you ever poured milk on your cereal and had the milk catch a flake or something and shoot
straight out of the bowl to land on your counter? Or table? Or on your lap?
Been there, done that.
Have you ever noticed when you use a whitening toothpaste that the sink where you spit stays
cleaner longer?
Just what's up with that, anyway?
Have you ever tried to put your toaster in your refrigerator?
Yep, twice.
Have you ever tried to shampoo your hair with shaving cream?
That's for you, Lynn.
Have you ever brushed your teeth with Preparation H?
That's for you, Bruiser.
Have you ever really asked ... WHY?
I wouldn't recommend it.
Here are the first four things listed under the banner IMPORTANT SAFETY INFORMATION in
the user's manual that came with my new CD/clock radio.
1. Read these instructions.
2. Keep these instructions.
3. Heed all warnings.
4. Follow all instructions.
Well, I quit reading right there, I'll have you know.
Later!
VcD,
donna
| Just some fun stuff from my blog (that has gone the way of the dinosaur). Why? Just cuz, 'course. |
Sugar Pops Pete - One of the earliest I.D. characters created for
television was Kellogg's western-clad prairie dog called Sugar Pops
Pete, whose catch-phrase jingle chimed "Sugar Pops are Tops!". Sugar
Pops Pete sported a ten-gallon hat and holster with six guns and fought
the nasty outlaw, Billy the Kidder (who was so bad that "he wouldn't
even help his mother do the dishes!"), and the villainous newspaper
editor Bad News Daily. When Sugar Pops Pete shot his guns, a
sparkling spray of sugar showered the bad guys and turned even the
meanest hombre "sweet" as they could be ["Oh, the Pops are sweeter
and the taste is new. They're shot with sugar, through and through"].
The ad campaign was created by Leo Burnett Agency in the 1950s.
television was Kellogg's western-clad prairie dog called Sugar Pops
Pete, whose catch-phrase jingle chimed "Sugar Pops are Tops!". Sugar
Pops Pete sported a ten-gallon hat and holster with six guns and fought
the nasty outlaw, Billy the Kidder (who was so bad that "he wouldn't
even help his mother do the dishes!"), and the villainous newspaper
editor Bad News Daily. When Sugar Pops Pete shot his guns, a
sparkling spray of sugar showered the bad guys and turned even the
meanest hombre "sweet" as they could be ["Oh, the Pops are sweeter
and the taste is new. They're shot with sugar, through and through"].
The ad campaign was created by Leo Burnett Agency in the 1950s.
Shot with sugar, through and through. Ahh, the good old days. Back when we called a spade a
spade, a rose a rose, and the sugary sweet pops of corn we ate for breakfast Sugar Pops.
Breakfast of Champions. Those were the days.
Do you ever miss those good old days?
So . . . Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there. And remember this post in October when
you read (if you read) the epilogue of the Homeland Heroes Series. It'll make the moment extra
special. Or should I say . . . extra sweet?
(And, wow, Corn Pops are sweet. Too sweet. Hmm. Wonder if the sea gulls would eat 'em?)
Later, y'all! Have a delightfully delicious day.
VcD,
donna
spade, a rose a rose, and the sugary sweet pops of corn we ate for breakfast Sugar Pops.
Breakfast of Champions. Those were the days.
Do you ever miss those good old days?
So . . . Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there. And remember this post in October when
you read (if you read) the epilogue of the Homeland Heroes Series. It'll make the moment extra
special. Or should I say . . . extra sweet?
(And, wow, Corn Pops are sweet. Too sweet. Hmm. Wonder if the sea gulls would eat 'em?)
Later, y'all! Have a delightfully delicious day.
VcD,
donna