Entries in the 'haiku' Category

I kid you not…

The boy says to me,
“I saw this soap at the store,
It’s white with blue dots!”

“Can I have it please?!”
So, I buy the boy the soap.
And just for giggles,

Some Irish Spring Too
Just wait till he finds out that
soap comes in shapes too!

Doing Laundry, Nibbling Pie Crust

This week’s Haiku Friday.

I bought a pie crust
couldn’t find it anywhere
I was bewildered.

Then, I found the shell
where I once found the glitter,
in the laundry room.

So, I teach the kids,
pie always tastes much better
when the shell is filled.

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Glitter is never a good thing

It’s craft time, I say!

trace his body on paper.

This is not enough.

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I pull out the stuff;

every Mother’s worst nightmare;

glittery sprinkles.

It’s OK, I think,

We’ll be outside! No messes.

Friends, I am so calm.

What is the big deal

when they cover the driveway

in sprays of sparkle?

My son said it best;

I think our driveway looks cool.

He’s right about this.

 

But things turn ugly,

“Take these glitter tubes inside!”

The laundry suffers.

Now, I must learn this

one rule about the glitter

It’s ALWAYS a mess.

So, no wonder this guy’s hiding…If you would like to see the mess they made, you how two little boys sabotaged a perfectly peaceful calm yoga morning, visit here. Happy Haiku Friday Everyone.

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School bells and playtime

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No way to make it,

on time, to school everyday.

See, we have BIG plans.

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As caped crusaders,

we’ve got our costumes to wear,

plus, there’s crime to fight.

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We’re up at seven,

ready, serious, for play

Still, not enough time.

Tears at 11,

time for lunch,

and real clothes too,

still, play makes us late.

We are getting later, and later everyday. Breaks my heart to break up their playtime. You can read more Haiku Friday’s here.

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Alltop has over 46 (and growing) categories, and its clean design made for easy browsing. And yep, I’m included, go see me under Moms.

 

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The Leap Year Cocktail


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Girls, this is your year
to catch the man of your dreams
for Leap Year rules say,

Proposals from girls
can only be accepted
in this “catch-up” year.

The solar year is
longer than three sixty-five,
by five hours plus.

In 46 B.C.
Julius Caesar made one year,
445 days.

Now, it is known as
“The Year Of Confusion,” still
it corrected years of drift.

The Gregorian
calendar implemented
a complex system.

Now, one out of four
century years can observe
a catch-up leap year.

2100
will not be a leap year, yet
2000 was.

So, try this cocktail
made in 1928
to toast the leap year:

THE LEAP YEAR COCKTAIL

From The Joy of Mixology: The Consummate Guide to the Bartender’s Craft created by Harry Craddock of the Savoy Bar in London created it to celebrate Feb. 29, 1928., also known as Sadie Hawkins Day.

Ingredients:

  • 2 ounces gin
  • 1/2-ounce Grand Marnier
  • 1/4-ounce fresh lemon juice; twist of lemon peel

Instructions:

Shake the gin, Grand Marnier and lemon juice with ice, then strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with lemon peel.

Could that smell be moi?

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Off to run errands

Cold, and trying to hurry

A notice a smell…

 

Yep, it smells like skunk

glad to be driving away

from this awful smell.

 

Soon I realized

skunk was everywhere I drove

what would the town do?

 

I began to look

at the faces of people,

looking for a sign

 

that they smelled it too.

I said this to the mailman

“Do you smell the skunk?”

 

As he walked toward me

he said, “Yes, I think I do.”

Skunks had invaded.

 

I drove further still,

the smell was making me sick

then I had a thought…

 

Could this smell be us?

A skunk must now be living

high in the garage.

 

The ammonia worked

before, for the opossum,

to get him to leave.

 

I feel as if I’m

Dr. Doolittle who talks

to the animals.

 

But now we are stuck

with a van that smells like skunk

like Pepe Le Pew.

 

 

Photo from http://drewemmy.wordpress.com/2007/08/29/qua-donc-pepe-le-pew/