I could have been an Olympian –
trust me, my efforts would be so bold –
but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –
and I don’t really like the cold –
if it weren’t for those few details though –
you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!
© 2013 ck’s days
humor
You’re Still a Nice Person Shower
So, I just celebrated my 40th birthday last August. Forty and not married. As if in, still single. Do you know what irks me the most about being single in my forties? The fact I never received one gathering devoted to me receiving presents. In other words, a shower.
Your story sounds familiar…
My co-worker seriously started a story like this the other day:
“My cousin Vinny…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I rudely interrupted. “You have a cousin named Vinny?” She nodded her head and continued her story.
Later, a group of us discussed our high school teachers and how we only remember the naughty ones. You know, the ones that did something memorably bad.
The Perfect Snack
Looks like I need another cookie
I have a perfect snack, you see,
a snack in right in front of me.
Some milk and a homemade cookie.
A cookie made deliciously.
Don’t drink the milk speedily
keep it even as can be.
It can get a little tricky
to finish them jointly
my milk and yummy cookie.
© 2013 ck’s days
3 Lessons Learned
This has been a busy month. Busy being schooled that is. Here are the 3 great life lessons I learned within the past month:
1) you’re going to ruffle some feathers so get over it
2) some of your mistakes will affect other people so forgive yourself
3) it’s not always fun to watch your team in the Super Bowl so switch the channel
Super Bowl 48
Excitement in the air –
my team gets to play.
All season long they fought
and made it to the big day.
How many can you eat? I can eat 12.
I wanted a snack. Preferably a sweet treat. This is odd for me, I rarely crave anything sweet. But every once in awhile I do. Sometimes, not very often, I even get a hankering for chocolate. But this night, I just wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.
The problem: I don’t stock up on goodies because I don’t eat them fast enough.
Backing up
I told you it is possessed
Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota. It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up. It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story. So I decided to prove it. The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving. Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts? Hmmm. Continue reading
Every Monday should be a holiday
Every single Monday
should be a holiday.
Then nobody
would dread a Monday.
Of course,
the evil day
would then be
those darn Tuesdays.
Coworkers
would ask you –
is it a case
of the Tuesday blues?
And I’m sure
we would get greedy –
four days off
sound better than just three.
So why not
include Friday?
Yeah, the weekend will be
Friday through Monday.
And Tuesdays
will have the Tuesday blues.
A three day work schedule
for me – how about you?
And that my friend
is why every Monday
cannot always be
a blessed holiday.
© 2013 ck’s days
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