It’s Raining Inside

I am not in the best of moods, to be honest, I am upset, grumpy, and sad, a bit confused as well. I don’t like to feel that way, it’s not how I normally am. I still laugh and I joke around, but it’s half-heartedly at the moment and that’s alright.

Who am I?

Layers like an onion?

I have noticed some new names and faces on my blog, and I am flattered. The connection and communication with follow boggers are wonderful. I do wonder did you connect with me after you had just read one of my silly sarcastic posts, or did you decide to read my future rants and vents after I just had blown off some steam -again?

Morning Laugh with Robin Williams

Every morning before I start my day, I try to chuckle or smile for a few minutes. I get a cup of coffee or a smoothie, I go to my desk and I search Youtube videos. Laughter is the best treatment to deal with the harsh reality of our everyday lives and all the negativity around us. Laughter makes life easier!

Surrounded by Ghosts

My dog is gone, yet he is still here
watching me cry, making me smile.

He joined the other ghosts
and there are many -and more to come.

Words

Norman liked to be alone;

His best friend was his mobile phone.

He preferred the glowing case

to any boring human face.

January Diet

It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

Vincent van Gogh’s Family Tree

After much careful research, it has been discovered that the artist Vincent van Gogh had many relatives.

What I Learned From a 2-Year Old

I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it- and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers. I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?

An Old Wiener Dog

Last week I met an older lady and her senior Wiener dog. She had brought the dog with her, “He doesn’t like waiting in the car,” she informed me and I told her it was fine with me. Our dogs were sleeping somewhere in the house.

“What’s his name,” I asked her and started padding the dog.

“Martini.”

An English Hell Just for Foreigners

If English is not your first language, you will struggle with some words. Like brussels sprouts. You hear all the time, “I hate brussels sprouts,” and you start to wonder what the poor guy did. Everybody talks about him, he must be a celebrity.