Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

In My Wildest Dreams

i am the undisputed
champion of laundry
and other areas of
womanly domesticity,
in my wildest dreams.

melodies are composed
in honor of my skills
of bold athetic prowess
on the sporting field,
in my wildest dreams.

belle of the ball am i,
wallflower’s opposite
graceful and desirable,
of incomparable beauty,
in my wildest dreams.

flocks of fans gather
pursuing my attention
accolades precede my
effervescent presence,
in my wildest dreams.

  

in truth i am average,
in every imaginable way
no fans, no praises,
no notable skills,
but i still have dreams.

Inspiration comes from everywhere. This particular piece was inspired by an advertisement for detergent. If only my laundry could be that fresh, that perfect….ah, if only.

Common Side Effects

The price we pay,

And it is substantial,

To cue our ills

Is more than financial:

Bloating

Blindness

Difficulty in swallowing

Dizziness

Diarrhea

Bouts of unchecked wallowing

Anxiety

Insomnia

Excessive flatulence

Nausea

Muscle spasms

Shortness of extravagance

Why, oh why

Can’t side effects be

Welcome symptoms

Of living healthily?

Only when physicians

Prescribe meditation

And bright sunshine

Will patients discover the

Side effect of feeling fine. 

  

The End is Near

Driving down a busy street in Tallahassee this afternoon I came across a street preacher:

  
On one side of his sign he’d written 

He That Hath The Son Hath Life

On the other side was written

Repent! The End is Near!

I tried to snap a photo of that side, but I was driving, so safety first, right? 

This Store Closing sign was to the man’s left, so maybe the end really is near.

  

Simply Speaking

simply speaking
i feel helpless,
useless, wasted.

simply speaking
i feel anguished,
broken, crushed.

no complicated
phrases convey
this despair:

again.

The Finer Things in Life

Potato soup and

Warm cornbread 

An ice cold glass

Of Borden’s milk.

Fuzzy kittens in

Cradled arms

With fur as soft

As the finest silk.

A child’s warm

Heartfelt embrace

I love you Nana

The sweetest grace.

The finer things

Aren’t steeply priced

When simple love

Will always suffice.

 

great nephew Michael and our youngest granddaughter Harper.
 
 

Feeling a little sentimental today, and oh so very lucky. (I borrowed that from my friend Janie, a lucky, lucky girl.)

Peace, people!

Platypus Pondering

ok people, i was feeling silly. indulge me.

platypus satypus
the top of a red
double decker bus
contemplating his
fatypus at the end
of the daytypus.

what am i?
pondered platypus,
feeling all sadypus.
a fish or a
mammalpus? the
answers aren’t
clear to us.


  

well, look
countered buffalo
you have live
young, you know
you nurse them,
too, so you’re
definitely
a mammalo.

  

Peace, people!

Crazy?

My beloved housekeeper might think I’m insane. Her English is slightly better than my Spanish, and my Spanish is sadly lacking.

I hope I’m wrong about this, but I might’ve asked her to clean my sheep.

I have no sheep. I do have an oven. By the way, oven in Spanish is horno, not oveja. 

oveja

  

horno
 Ay díos mio!

Peace, people!

Me, the Critic

I’m a frequent moviegoer. Perhaps with the right education I might’ve become a movie critic. Instead, I just see as many different movies as I can and place them into one of three columns:

  1. Movies that stink
  2. Movies that don’t stink
  3. Movies I love and will pay to see again and again.

Column #2 boasts the largest number of films. I’m fairly forgiving, and if I can find anything amusing or endearing about a movie it earns a “Movies that don’t stink” berth. 

Honestly, not too many movies get a spot in column #1. Occasionally I’ll come across something that has no redeeming qualities such as Eyes Wide Shut which tolled the death knell for Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman’s marriage and might’ve been ok if it had been even slightly arousing. 

  
I saw it after having imbibed one too many alcoholic beverages, and ended up giggling throughout the film. It was only much later that I realized it wasn’t a comedy. Oops! Definitely a column #1 kind of film.

Similarly, column #3 is fairly small. Episodes IV, V, and VI of the Star Wars saga are founding members (episode I narrowly missed being placed in column #2) along with the three original Indiana Jones movies. 

 

A man who deserves his own category.
 
On Wednesday I saw the latest installment in the James Bond franchise, Spectre. Good heavens, Daniel Craig is the bomb. Even if the movie stunk, which it doesn’t, I’d put it in column #2. Talk about redeeming qualities! Whew! And, if I can’t stop thinking about those qualities, Spectre might just get moved into column #3.

  
Peace, people!

An Ode To Pimento Cheese

Until this week I hadn’t eaten a pimento cheese sandwich in over 40 years. But for some reason this week I felt this need, nay, this HUNGER for a pimento cheese sandwich.

In pursuit of the perfect pimento cheese, I stopped by my favorite sandwich shop, Chicken Salad Chick, on Monday and purchased a take home container of their pimento cheese.

  
Since then I’ve had a pimento cheese sandwich for dinner each night along with a beer and a sliced apple. Mmmmmm!

In honor of the lowly pimento cheese sandwich I give you this poem:

funny yellow substance
funny little spread
served between two slices
of soft white bread.
oh pimento what are you
veggie, fruit, or bean?
never mind, it matters not
your attributes I’ll sing.

Come to think of it, I’m not really certain what a pimento tastes like. I sure like the cheese part, though.

I found this recipe on Pinterest. Keep in mind I haven’t taste tested it, but if any of my readers try it out let me know what you think.

  
Peace, people!