The Walking Dead Season Finale

Holy cow! Walkers

Everywhere one can see

Morgan saves the day.  Trust Carol, sunshine

She’s badass and tough as nails

Apocalyptic queen.

 

Power. Officer

Rick Grimes wears the mantle well

Follow him, I would.  

Silently hunting

Crossbow at the ready now

Daryl’s aim is true.

  

Ok, I’m obsessed. Here I sit, a relatively civilized woman, sipping a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and contemplating the best ways of killing walkers.

Caffeine

Studly Doright drinks decaffinated coffee which drives me crazy. Caffeine is the very essence of coffee, the reason it caught on in the first place. Coffee without caffeine is just flavored water in varying shades of brown.

  My personal coffee mug

A cup of coffee 

With a bit of Irish Cream

Sipped in solitude

On this perfect spring morning.

What could be better?

Absolutely nothing, dear.

Unless, of course, friends

Stop by and share a pot with me.

That’s preferable.

Cheech and Chong on Basketball

During the Elite Eight round of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament it seemed fitting to dredge up this oldie but goodie.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Cheech and Chong’s Basketball Jones.


Lyrics

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin’
In fac’, I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood
Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball
And I loved that basketball
I took that basketball with me everywhere I went
That basketball was like a basketball to me

I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep at night
I need help, ladies and gentlemens
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me

At the free-throw line of life, someone I can pass to
Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go
And not end up in the popcorn machine
So cheerleaders, help me out

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Oh, that sounds so sweet, sing it out
C’mon coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me
That be bad, honky, yeah
I want everybody in the whole stadium
To stand up and sing with us

Oh yeah, sing it out like you’re proud
All right, everybody watchin’ coast-to-coast
Sing along with us, Bill Russell, sing along with us
Chick Hearn, sing along with us
Chris Schenkel, don’t sing nothin’

Oh, it feels so good, gimme the ball
I’ll go one on one against the world, left-handed
I could stuff it from center court with my toes
I could jump on top of the backboard
Take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change
I could, I could dribble behind my back
I got more moves than Ex-Lax I’m bad

I could dribble with my tongue
Here I go down court, try to stop me
You can’t stop me ’cause I got a Basketball Jones
Here I come that’s my hook shot with my eyebrow
Yeah, I could dunk it with my nose
I’m, I’m bad as King Kong, gimme the ball
I’m hot, I’m hot as, I’m hot as, I’m hot as, uh uh, uh, uh, uh

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones

 

Peace and hoops, People!

In Other News

The day is coming

And it isn’t far off

When a mass shooting

Will fall under the heading:

In Other News

Children in a schoolhouse

Gunned down by 

Delusional sufferer of 

Schizophrenia.

In Other News

Open carry fanatic sends

Kroger shoppers scrambling

For safety. Four dead.

In Other News

Theatre goers attacked

By rampaging shooter.

Lobby becomes morgue.

In Other News

Onlookers cheer as

Gunman attacks those

Of a different faith.

In Other News.



I am not anti-gun. I am pro-common sense gun regulation. Peace, please, people.

Codes By Which To Live Haiku

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt:

I. Do unto others 

As you would have others do

Unto you my child.

 

“The Golden Rule” Norman Rockwell, 1942 

II. Be kind, consider

Every living person

Equal unto you.  

III. Keep your heart open

To the possibilities

Your soul aware.

 

IV. Allow your self to

Love unconditionally

Live without regret.

 

Peace, People!

Give ‘Em L Tour Ending

All good things, 

They say

Must end. 

I want to know

Who are “they”

And why must I 

Listen to them?

 The three L’s leaving our mark on the beach at St. George Island, Florida, March 23, 2015.

These were a few of our favorite –ings:

Shopping

Wining

Dining

Exploring

Talking

Laughing

Reminiscing

 Lauren, Ponce de Leon, Leslie, and Lila, at The Fountain of Youth, March 25, 2015.

Leslie and Lila at The Spanish Sugar Mill in DeLeon Springs, FL, March 25, 2015.

 Lila and Lauren at The Blue Parrot, Saint George Island, March 23, 2015.

 Lauren, joined by two little folks at DeLeon Springs. One of my favorite pictures of the week.

Why is it that 

Spring break weeks

Take forever to arrive, 

Yet end almost as

Soon as they’ve begun?

That’s a question 

For the wise folks

Among us, and 

Certainly I am not one.

 

Peace, People!

Changing of the Purse

Seasons change

Clothes lighten up

Blacks and browns

Turn coral and lemon

Toes peek out of shoes

Nails painted prettily

Legs smoothed

Exfoliated.

When the task can no 

Longer be ignored a

Shift is made from

Old to new handbag.

Grimly the former is 

Held upside down, 

Its contents laid bare 

Upon a quilt:

Six quarters, two nickles, 

One dime, and many

Pennies.

Individually wrapped 

Toothpicks and breath mints,

A bottle of Advil and a 

Tube of hand cream.

Keys on a jingly ring and two

Tubes of lip balm.

Plus a wad of paper receipts.

Into the new bag go the

Necessary items. But at 

One time, everything felt

Necessary.

  

Frog Chorus

I. Sun sets over lake
Rousing chorusing begins
Syncopated frogs.

IMG_2830
https://www.etsy.com/listing/125730184/california-florida-chicago-yankee-doodle

II. Sing it again frog,
Your beautiful song of night.
Nature’s lullaby.

IMG_2832

III. Thousands chirruping
Signal another day’s done
Melodic strains rise.

http://youtu.be/8fWjKQaPc0c

If I Were a Cat

If I were a cat

I’d be badass

I’d claim a spot in the

Sun and I’d give it up for

No one.

If I were a cat

I’d attack anything

That moved like

My sister’s tail or the 

Shadow teasing me on the

Wall or the admittedly fake 

Mouse on a string.

If I were a cat I’d run lickety split

From room to room and

Then turn and run back the

Way I’d come. 

I’d hop sideways just 

Because I can.

I’d find the highest point in the

Room and make it mine.

If I were a cat I would

Meow pitifully in the

Dead of the night until

My people become 

Concerned and come to

My aid.

If I were a cat.