SO…….This is a conversation I just had with my hubby minutes ago. **RING, RING** Lorre: Hello. Cowboy: (panting) Hey. Lorre: Are you riding your bike right now? Cowboy: Yeah. I just made it up “blah, blah” Hill. Lorre: Is that hard? Cowboy: Yeah. It’s right at “blah blah location”. Lorre: Well…..(interrupted) Cowboy: Gotta go. (hangs ups)… Read More Phone Call
I had a busy holiday weekend. By the time it was over, the internet had gone out. I wasn’t too thrilled about it, but I wasn’t devastated like the Things were. One Thing in particular called me on the intercom 3x to complain and cry (literally) about the Xbox Live being down. It was heartbreaking.… Read More I felt my kid’s pain. Literally…..They were a pain in my ass.
Here you are again Making your presence too clear On my end of things It should be enough That we live in the same place You need more than that And apparently… You need to meet my neighbors Right up to their door An introduction As if we are together This is disturbing Meet your own neighbors… Read More Haiku Sunday: It’s a story in Haiku. So sue me.
Don’t be alarmed. I mean it in a good, politically correct way. His mood is contagious. It’s like yawning. Once someone does it, then we all start to yawn. AND…..That is not unlike the yawning you are doing now while reading this. There are people who just don’t get it. Moods are contagious. You… Read More WARNING: He is contagious!
BROTHERLY LOVE Sweatshirts and blue jeans …then suits and ties Hitting girls on the playground …to hitting on them in bars Dreams are larger than life now …then priorities and goals Can’t wait to grow up …then wanting to be a kid again
With fathers like this…….. By Lorre It’s not you, it’s him You don’t need to be prettier You don’t need to be smarter And…you don’t need to be more talented You don’t need to kiss his ass You shouldn’t have to beg for his time and attention It’s not you, it’s him You don’t need… Read More I hope there wasn’t a limit on my carry on bags.
CALM WATERS Too calm to touch the waters Never wishing to distract Waves roll on and on No pebble sending tracks Just watching and looking a view to never change A scenery so common Close your eyes See the same The lightning strikes All the heavens The skies begin to cry Liquids pour and waters… Read More More poetry recycled for your use…..
Written in 1986 (16 years old)…..recently located material Journals are something I hated to keep in school. It seemed that no matter what grade I was in, or what caliber of teacher I had, a journal was required. Why? This is the only thing I really want to know now. Why would a grown adult… Read More Not your mother’s journal
It’s gone nowhere people. It’s still here, but Lorre (that’s me….duh!) has been on a vacation of sorts. There’s been no real traveling, outside of a 30 mile radius, but I have been on the go mentally, physically and of course, my mouth is always running. How I’ve been spending my time: I’ve spent more time with… Read More “O’ where o’ where has my little blog gone?”