What Canada Day Means To Me (an incredibly deep poem)

Beer.

Moose muffins.

A parade.

More beer.

More moose muffins.

Maple cones — you know

the little ones like this.

I love to chew them frozen.

(I mentioned I have fillings

in all my remaining teeth, right?)

Hotdogs.

Dessert beer.

Nice people flitting about

like bonfire sparks.

Morning coffee by the sea.

A sunset like this…

 (That’s a still off a video I took at

Mom & Dad’s cottage last year.)

Happy Canada Day, Canada!

Happy 143rd Birthday,

my home and native land!

I miss a lot of the people you

have tucked under your wing.

(end of incredibly deep poem.)

Hey, did you see a little blue somebody up in the picture with the 3 girls on the tree house deck??

Are you excited about Canada Day?

Ever had those little maple cones?

Ever had morning coffee by the sea?

Posted with Canadian Love & Funsterment by
The Jannie
xoxoxo

Edit: A moose muffin is delicacy my family invented, that’s starting to catch on for miles around my parents’ home.  They’re made with moose meat, honey, cheese, beer and turnips — baked in muffin tins.

Be Patient, Ye Seeker Of Pansy Poems

Be patient ye seeker

of pansy poems.

and poems in general,

for poets are only human

and sometimes will be

found washing cars

or making coffee

or raking leaves

or mopping floors,

instead of constantly painting

angels and blazing violins onto

castle walls for you and me.

Be patient, ye seeker of

pansied summer mornings

and pansied evening boats

that drift into the harbors

of your eyes and the coves

of your deepest longings.

I once sought pansy poems too,

and poems about grand soirees

and bicycle wheels in the rain.

I wanted nothing more than to

to crawl into a good bed poem

and pull the covers up snug.

I also searched for poems

of battles I’d fought and won,

until yesterday, when I realized

the only battle is and ever

shall be within, and that love

alone will answer everything.

 (end of poem)

🙂

[Edited in the pansy on Kelly this Tuesday June 29th, 2010 at 10:54 Texas time.]

I posted earlier pansy poems here.  Click over if you absolutely must.

(photos in this post were taken by yours truly one chilly winter Texas day at the DIY store when The Child was six.)

Posted with pansied love by,
Jannie of the Funsterment
xoxo

Wine, Woman & Dogs, In Dinghy

It was 1999.

We were drinking wine.

We were celebrating our first boat and feeling fine.

Actually, it’s been our only boat. Except it’s long gone now. It got all riddled with holes from dog claws and such. Go figure.

I know it was 1999 by my tan.

I usually keep my precious complexion as white as the driven lilies.

But remember the world was supposed to end at the stroke of Y2K, due to computers all freaking out and such?

So, I figured — what the hell.  If I’m gonna go out in a blaze of glory, I’ll darned well go out tanned!

I was extrememly toned back then too — I often Jazzercised twice a day in the pre-child era.

I was eating lots of red meat.

Hills of donuts.

Mountains of fries with ketchup.

And that summer I was apparently such a mystical force of nature, that flashing light formations often showed up in photos of me!!

Anyhoo…

It’s now 2010.

I’m drinking wine again.

And as far as posts go — this one’s at the end.

Except for 3 questions…

Have you ever drank wine in an inflated dinghy in your living room or had a cocktail in some other unconventional setting?

Were you worried leading up to Y2K that the world was going to end?

What do you think’s gonna happen in late 2012?

That’s all!

xoxoxo

P.S. This room was the first addition Jim built to our house. Remember the other end of the room?

Boogity-boo!

New Funsterment Feature!!  Editing in 740 pixels of the header.  Hey, BB’s mountain of fries might as well go with this post for all eternity!  He does put a lot of time and effort into these headers.  🙂

xxoxoo

Even More Bigger

[Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, 2008. Niece Alyssa, daughter Kelly.]

Color me even crazier than usual — but today I tweaked this blog to upgrade my photos from 700 pixels wide to this all-new 740 wide!!

[My Canadian hometown, 2008. Kelly, Alyssa, nephew Austin.]

Okay, so My Amazing Camera is still a thing of the future, but what do you think of these 740 px wides??

I would be SO grateful if you could please let me know your most intimate thoughts pertaining to my new Ludicrously Wide photos.

[Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia, 2008. Sister Rosie, Alyssa, Kelly.]

In the poll below, please check ALL that apply.

Thank you all so very very much a lot!!!!

And feel free to leave any additional input in a comment below.

xoxoxo

One Incredible Cloud

It was twilight last week.

I was a block from home and relaxation.

I was tired.

I almost paid no attention when all 3 kids in the back seat suddenly shouted “Whoa!” 

But something in their voices made me tune in.

And I looked, to shout “Whoa!” at the cloud too.

I’ve never seen anything like it. Have you?

I don’t think it’s a plane’s vapor trail. I think it’s a cloud.

What could it mean?

Is it a sign?

A sign like the duck in the cockpit of the boat that wonderful blogger JoyChristin lives on?

And if so, what could the sign mean?

Cues Twilight Zone theme and reaches for more coffee…

xoxo