she writes for herself
strange words, stranger ideas
maybe she’s crazy.
she writes poetry
searching for some symmetry,
imagery within.
she thinks in phrases,
bits and pieces whose sums are
greater than their parts.
Author: nananoyz
I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.
Heated
bikini
clad body
lounging
by the
pool.
it’s
one o four
in the shade
even the bees
are quiet.
humidity
smothers
activity
summer garden
wilting blooms
trickling sweat
puddles.
lazy
heated
days
of
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Studly’s “It’s NOT a Man Cave!” Man Cave
In the beginning,
…there was a big mess.
But little by little… 
…there was progress.
And today…
…the “It’s NOT a man cave”
…is beginning to look like a man cave.
Studly still has quite a bit of inside work ahead of him, but just having a spot to park all of our motorcycles is heady stuff.
Commemoration
If you could pick one person to be commemorated on this day who would it be and why?
Han Solo. Because, he is freaking awesome.
Nekkid and Skeert
Picture this: A man and a woman, strangers to one another, agree to try to survive in a harsh environment for a period of 21 days. Naked. While being captured on film.
This is an actual television series in the U.S.
Each participant is allowed to bring one tool or accessory to facilitate their survival. I’d bring a gun to kill the huge snakes in the dark jungle. So far no one’s done that. Perhaps guns are against the rules, or perhaps bullets would count as a second tool.
Typically each couple experiences extreme dehydration, epic weight loss due to starvation, and emotional angst at being naked with a stranger.
Ok, I made that last part up, but I imagine my attempt at being on Naked and Afraid might go something like this:
Nekkid and Skeert
Stranger Joe: So, what tool did you bring?
Me: A book.
Joe: A book! That’s not a tool!
Me: (Whacks Joe upside the head with my book) Oh really?
Joe: Ok! I guess you made your point. I brought an axe.
Me: I guess that’ll work. Just don’t ask to use my book. Guess we need to dispense with our clothes. You first.
Joe: (strips) Your turn.
Me: (strips)
Joe: Ha! Ha! Oh my gosh! Can’t Unsee THAT!!! (Drops axe on foot; loses two toes)
Medical crew steps in and takes Joe to the nearest emergency room.
I wander in the wilderness for 21 days, reading my book and munching on berries, occasionally fending off snakes and lizards. In the process I lose 22 lbs. and find my inner goddess.
Peace, people!
We Do Everything Right (So Why Am I So Sad?)
We don’t head to the beach on the 4th of July
We know better after all of these years.
We don’t stay out late on Saturday nights
Indulging in silliness, downing our beer.
We avoid crowded places, concerts, and games,
The stressors outweighing the fun.
No more jostling with shoppers for bargains
Online shopping gets everything done.
Theater movies we seldom attend
The prices and people too much
On Demand provides our viewing now
Yet I feel so out of touch.
Just once in awhile I believe
We should pretend to be much less together:
Go play in the rain, drink a carafe of wine
Brave the crowds in all kinds of weather.
We do such sensible stuff in our sensible lives
So why does that make me so sad?
Perhaps I am not meant to be sensible
Perhaps I’m to be slightly mad.
Celebrated
to mark my anniversary
one year with wordpress
i got up early, ate a
fruit bar; got dressed.
no big plans to mark
this milestone day
so i went for a drive;
yeah, i roll that way.
went window shopping
at a tallahassee mall
ate a taco salad, but
i didn’t eat it all.
still didn’t feel that
i’d celebrated right
so i drove to the spa
and told them my plight.
a massage they said
would be just the thing
to help me relax and
commemoration bring.
indeed i feel honored,
special, so cool
perhaps tomorrow I’ll
do it again; spas rule.
peace, people!
WordPress and Me–Happy Anniversary to Us
One year ago today on a whim I decided to begin writing a blog. I promised myself I’d post something every day for one month. Really, that was my only goal, just to consistently write. How hard could it be?
That first month was pure agony. I worried about what people would think. I worried about how many people might read my words. I worried about topics. I worried about fonts and styles. I worried about running out of things to worry about. I’m a great worrier.
After 30 days I think I had five followers. Five. But I found I was enjoying the writing. I even enjoyed racking my brain for topics. And five people were reading my blog. Two of them even seemed to like it.
I decided to keep posting daily for three more months. The agony was still there, but I learned to work with it, to make it work for me instead of against me on most days.
In addition, I learned about tagging my posts–finding the little bits and pieces within a piece that might draw people to my writing. Suddenly I had people from all over the world reading what I wrote and following me. In turn, I found bloggers whose work interested me and began following them. (See below)
We began a give and take of information and support. It was amazing to have others read and comment on my writing. That’s become my favorite part of this adventure.
Three months turned into a year, and I’m proud to say that I’ve averaged more than one post per day for the past 365 days. I have a few more than five followers now, but that’s beside the point. I have fun!
I’ve learned something wonderful from these writers/photographers/artists:
Stop worrying! Be yourself! Write!
www.http://sanseilife.wordpress.com
http://inesemjphotography.com/
https://aroilinpain.wordpress.com/
http://shirleysheaven.wordpress.com/
http://frommidnighttodawnlight.com/
https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/
https://doubleupoet.wordpress.com/
https://reachingmeadowlane.wordpress.com/
https://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/
https://eurobrat.wordpress.com/
http://movingtowardsthelight.com
https://belindacrane.wordpress.com/
https://mommycookforme.wordpress.com/
http://kittomalley.com/author/kittomalley/
http://themischiefmemoirs.com/
https://epicgran.wordpress.com/
https://redswrap.wordpress.com/
I know I’ve left some important folks out. It wasn’t intentional, I promise!
Peace and thanks, people!
Do You Love Me?
Well of course you do!
What in Tarnation?
Cursing, even mildly, was severely frowned on by everyone I knew in my childhood days. A “golly!” or “gosh!” uttered by me or one of my friends would result in a tongue lashing and the threat of a good old fashioned soaping of the offending mouth. Although no one, including me had ever actually seen someone have their mouths washed out with soap the thought was daunting enough to curtail, if not completely halt, the use of four letter words.
Of course once we became rebellious teenagers the taboos against cursing lured us into dangerous territory. First came “darn” then “hell” then “damnit” before we became masters of the combo curse, “Damn it all to hell!”
I might have been considered a cursing prodigy, so quickly did I incorporate proper technique into my daily language. And I was an astute cursing judge, able to discern instantly the level of experience another had with the fine art of four letter words. We had a band director at good old Floydada high school who threw out phrases like, “I don’t give a hell!” Novice!
There are folks I know who are non-cursers. My mother-in-law, Saint Helen, falls into this category; although, on occasion I have heard her say she didn’t give a “continental dam” about something. It was shocking, to say the least.
Nowadays I hardly curse at all, apart from the occasional outburst, usually reserved for indicating someone’s total lack of common sense. Now that everyone’s doing it, it just doesn’t seem so rebellious. I feel like bringing back some good old fashioned curse words like “tarnation” and “dagnabbit” or “dadgum.”
So, what in tarnation are we gonna do about that dadgum congress, dagnabbit!?” Oh, that seems so insufficient.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 