Fair Grounds...

Pick apart the Summer sun,
pouring out its happiness
To drink the fun in tea-leaf cups,
a return to corduroy innocence

Of fair-weather skies enriched in white,
the clouds no shelter from thy eyes
A minute more to embrace forthright,
the warm cheek's kiss to say goodbye

Up greener hills of untrodden paths
where journeys lay in silent sleep
It's there you'll see me surely have
A spritely skip, and promises to keep...

Screw Hybrids...

Wouldn't it be great if
cars didn't run on
gas
ethanol
grease
or
electricity
but on
Irony?

Of course,
the moment you want
to make that sardonic
remark just
won't happen
when you
turn
the
ignition...

Shopping List of Amorousness...

If you could be so kind
- pretty, pretty please -
Can you stop off at the
store and grab:

A bottle of Summer Kisses
Couple cans of Kinky Tickles
3 bars of Caressing Napes
2 lbs. of Rosemary Hickies
A sprig of Magic Mischief
and a dozen Saffron Whispers?

Oh, if they have Strawberry Buss
on sale, grab a few - if not,
I'll just make do...

Technically, I Supported Him...

Dad: Why is this printer not printing?

Me: Just give me a sec, I'll be right there.

Dad: Come on, print!

Me: Hold on, I just need to type this message out.

Dad: Will you get your butt over here! I don't know what the flashing lights mean.

Me: Hang on, almost there.

Dad: The paper in the tray is full -- could it be a jam?

Me: Let me take a look at it.

Dad: Get over here! Why is it -- oh wait, there it goes.

Me: Glad I could help.

-- ;)

It'd Be Cuter If My Father Was A 5-Month-Old Baby...

Morning commutes with my father riding shotgun are seldom boring.

As per the rules of the carpool, the driver is in control of the "Audio Entertainment". My father LOVES to mock this rule.

I flick in a James Blunt CD, and crank up the song "You're Beautiful" because I felt the morning needed that dose of "Rom-Com mood" to get us that much closer to the office.

Then my father decided the morning needed more "humor."

Every time James sings the chorus lines "You're beautiful," my father makes a fart noise with his tongue.

So the chorus flowed like this:

You're Beautiful (thwpppppp!)
You're Beautiful (thwpppppp!)
You're Beautiful, it's true... (THWPPPPPP!)

I saw her face (thwpppppp!), in a crowded place (thwpppppp!)...

I think you get the idea.

I wasn't really mad; just, bemused by this turn of events. I guess you can say he's just not really into "silent protest."

But hey, fart noises or not, I'm more sure than ever that I really am his offspring... ;)

P.S. If anyone wants me to demonstrate my father's impression of the song on YouTube, let me know -- I just might be crazy enough to do it for ya'll... ;)

Random Haiku #79...

Spider climbs out of
bathtub, no webbing in sight --
"Charlotte" would be proud...

Formula for a Successful Mother's Day...

Wheat pasta
with chicken/turkey sausage
and shrimp in a
pesto-reduction sauce

+

Freshly baked
chocolate chip cookie and
vanilla ice cream sandwiches

=

Mother smiling, Mission Accomplished... ;)

Passages of a Saturday #1...

The light bleeds through the blinds, slicing the darkness of my room into ribbons.

I hear the faint sound of the TV jabbering away. Looks like I forgot to turn it off again before I went comatose.

It's still early, I could probably do some crunches to work off the Hawaiian BBQ feast I've been indulging in all week. I think some of it is still left in the fridge. If the vultures haven't gotten to it.

But I think I'll watch this week's episode of "Lost" on my DVR first.

It's not like my gut is going anywhere...

Random Haiku #78...

Mardi Gras beads swing
on a rear-view mirror, a
party vibe close by...

Random Haiku #77...

Cute girl with red purse
waits by a doorstep, checks her
lipstick one last time...