Spaghetti Thing Revisited — a poem

Spaghetti Thing
Spaghetti Thing,

wherefore art thou?
Did you get munched
by a wandering cow?

They say you are gone
from our fair Austin town.

I guess too many kids
must’ve pulled you on down?

(end of poem)

Just a little post further to my one yesterday you all seemed to dig on about the Blanton Art Museum from when Kelly was 5.

And a little message from my “blogg manijir” concerning my recent cd give-away post…

Yes, CD winners announced — this coming Thursday, the 21st, 5:55 Texas (Central) Time! 

P.M. that is.

(6:55 in Michigan.)

(9:35 in Newfoundland, right?)

Love, Jannie.
xo

You Will Sit In Cafes — a poem

You will sit in cafes

in Paris and Vienna

with your grandmother’s eyes,

your other grandmother’s smile

and your own funny sunny ways.

You will sit in cafes,

when you are grown,

where the dust of my

words will have settled

onto the tables and chairs

and into the deepest

libraries of your heart.

So, I must continue to

be conscious that my words

are sweet and caring.

And continue to say

“I’m sorry” when I mess up.

You will sit in cafes

and travel smilingly happy,

for you are made of love.

Love, Mom
xoxoxo

P.S. Dear Readers, do you know of this Silly Bandz craze?  Mama Z, has Baby Puppy fallen under the spell of these?

I Cursed The Farm — a poem

I Cursed The Farm

and the 15 miles

that stretched

forever

between it

and my dreams

of gymnastics,

ballet,

and later on,

the teen parties

I thought I’d die without.

Now…

I thank the farm

for its sweet hay

on golden hills,

for potatoes,

tomatoes,

Dad,

Mom,

my daughter

and for everyone

who lives and loves

up there and everywhere.

That was a little story in 55 words for our FFF-55 host with the most — G-Man.

Let G-Man know you’ve posted a 55 and he will skippity-hop on over to you with a big smile and some awesome words.

And one more photo of the farm I so erroneously cursed long ago…

Posted with love by…
Jannie!
xoxoxo

(all photos from 2006)

The Blog Marm — a poem

The blog marm dispenses pencils,

some fancy with rainbows, others

plain and yellow, yet dependable.

She also makes checks in her planner

on who gets a special gold star today

and who gets a lick and a prayer.

The blog marm rings her bell after recess,

pied piping all the rosy-cheeked children

to new adventures in posts yet untraveled.

They bring her apples. And donuts. And tea.

They sit quietly at circle, wide-eyed at her tales.

They all get popsicles the last days in June!

 
(And there’s never homework!!)
 

All students are treated with equal respect,

each gets a turn beating dust from the erasers

and writing the date at the top of the board.

Don’t worry — blog marm’s ruler is not for rapping fingers,

but for measuring out yards of funsterment in the finest

of satins, silks, leathers, laces, denims, and linens

— linens as luscious as sunlight through leaves.

 
End of poem
xoxoxo

Speaking of sunlight through leaves…

These 3 pix are what my iPhone 3GS recently saw somewhere near Ladybird Lake here in Austin.

(me stretching on an outdoor yoga platform.)

xoxo (agin)

Speaking About My Wine-Drinking Tree…

You’ll say “No way, Jannie! That tree beside you in the top picture is the SAME one as below!??”

And I’ll gulp more wine and say, “Yes, my peep, yes indeed, that’s the SAME tree. I planted it in 1994.”

(Different doggie, tho. Sweety the weiner is now 5.5 years old.)

And you’ll say, “Holy cow, Jannie! You still have your same foot?”

And I’ll say “Yes, I still have both my feet.  And all else. (Pretty-much.)”

And you’ll say, “Show me you in the tree drinking wine again, Jannie!  Please!  Please!!”

And I’ll say “Sure!  Here you go!”

And you’ll be dazzled beyond compare.

And I’ll smile and post yet another picture, this time of Kitty in the tree when he was just 4 months old, and already fancied himself a badass hunter!

(Kitty is now 3.5 years old.)

And still loves that tree.

And I love the tree.

And it loves me.

And I love you.

And I’ll sip more wine and publish this after 1 more picture of Kelly up there when she was wee…

And  you’ll say, “Show me MORE tree, Jannie! Please, please!”

And I’ll say “All in due time, my peep, all in due time.

‘Cause I have like, 5000 pictures to show you.

And 75,000 more to take.  (At least.)”

Okay, okay ONE more pic — but that’s it!

7 photos of the tree.

Lucky lucky 7.

xoxoxoxoxoxo