Category Archives: Humor

“Feeling Vegetal” for Let’s Hit Rewind

This is what I wrote in my blog 10 years ago on this date. The prompt that day was “Vegetal” and this was the definition given: of or relating to that pole of the ovum or embryo that contains the less active cytoplasm, and frequently most of the yolk, in the early stages of development. “vegetal cells” But, I rather suspected it could also have another definition.  I was right, so:

Feeling Vegetal
You’re talking about ovum, embryo and yolk?
This early in the morning? I think that it’s a joke.
I thought that I’d collected every word to do my bidding,
but I’ve never heard this word before. Vegetal? You’re kidding.
Biology was never my favorite class in college,
so I guess it must have sort of limited my knowledge.
But now I know that vegetal means relating to plants,
I’m sure I’ll use it widely—every time I have the chance.
My grocery cart? Most vegetal, now that I’m on a diet.
My garden very vegetal, I see as I walk by it.
And if I get lazy, just sitting on my bum,
I’ll say “I’m feeling vegetal” to all my friends who come
to pull me out to walk or dance or just exit my door.
“Vegetal” is a handy word. Have you any more?

“A Hospital Visit” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Nov 8, 2026

A Hospital Visit

A cluster of wildflowers stuck in a jar,
partially withered, though the words never are.
“To Mommy with luv,” forms a bridge from the heart
of a boy who’s been wicked––naughty from the start.
Now he waters the flowers and winds up in the bed
that’s the realm of his mother, and where she is led
to plant on his temple those rewarding kisses
to remind him that he is the terror she misses.

 

For The Sunday Whirl, the prompt words are: stuck water words winds wither still cluster bridge spell wicked temples realm. Illustration created with help of AI.

“Other People’s Children” For Blast from the Blog, Nov 7

 

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Other People’s Children

Rowdy jostlers—twisters, hoppers.
Shouting loudly, upsetting shoppers,
they run up aisles and spar with hangers.
Turn shopping cart races into bangers.

They bark our shins, assault our ears,
yet no one stops these mannerless dears;
for the behavior others find so irksome,
the parents merely view as quirksome.

 

This is what I wrote on this date ten years ago!

Universal Cure, for The Throwback Edition

 

Universal Cure

For all the world’s diseases and all life’s little ills
they’ve been inventing medicines, elixirs, syrups, pills.
But those crafty bacteria, viruses and germs
keep running on ahead of us as we come to terms
with ways to counteract them. They’re crafty little mites
who somehow slip inside of us through food or air or bites.
So in spite of all our science—our test tubes and our beakers,
all that malevolent mini-world just don their little sneakers
and keep on evolving a little bit ahead.
Enough to keep us sneezing or roiling in our bed.
And as for a panacea—a cure to conquer all—
although you have not asked for it, still I’ll make a call.

I’m rather sure that there will never be a
panacea.

 

What was I doing 9 years ago today? writing the above poem. Here reblogged for today’s Throwback Edition.

 

Almost Ready to Stand-in (For Classic Material)

Almost Ready to Stand-in

If I had a bit more moxie,
I’d be Kardashian by proxy.
I’d be less studious, more frocksie
and trade these garments long and boxy
for a mini dress that’s foxy,
wear heels less Oxfordy and soxy,
hang out with girls named Tess or Roxie,
more cool and definitely less poxy.
I’d be a cockette of the walksie!

This is what was going on in my blog on today’s date, Nov. 4, 2017

Tete a Tete for Cracking Open the Content Time Capsule

For Cracking Open the Content Time Capsule, this is what I was up to ten years ago today, Nov. 3:

Tete a Tete

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Tete a Tete

She seems to have made a career
out of practicing “sincere.”
Her trembling lip, her balanced tear
as she murmurs, “Oh, my dear,
I’m sorry, I know how you feel,”
work better when they’re meant for real.

In fact, she only lends an ear
because of what she hopes to hear––
shocking, scandalous or queer.
And oh, my dear, she’ll persevere.
Huddled over a drink or meal,
she can hardly hide her zeal

as she brings up your greatest fear––
your erring child or spreading rear,
the lover who’s been gone a year,
that bank loan that’s now in arrear.
She only asks because, you know—
just because she loves you so!

In patience, she is without peer.
She’ll face you, rapt, her face thrust near,
and ply you with another beer.
She is your confidant—your seer.
And though she says her lips are sealed,
her oath will too soon be repealed.

Her parting kiss, it would appear,
is offered to the ionosphere.
It makes no contact.  Does not adhere.
It seems like she’s shifted a gear.
The next time she dines out, it’s true,
she’ll be dining out on you!!

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The prompt word was “sincere.”

“Copycat” for the Throwback Edition, Nov 1

Some Little Nonsense on the Subject of Copycats Nov 1, 2016

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“Coming and Going.” Although I am in the proximity of this dog and undergoing the same experience, you will note that I maintain my individuality by presenting my best angle to the camera in direct contrast to the dog rather than imitating him. And, as a side note, I was here first.


Some Little Nonsense on the Subject of Copycats

Some folks’ originality comes from what they view,
proving that old adage, “Monkey see and monkey do.”
And there’s another label coined from denizens of zoos.
A “copy cat” is one who mirrors everything he views.

But I find this last one puzzling, and so I’m asking you,
have you ever known a cat to do what you want him to?
Whatever he might see you do as he edges nearer,
is likely what he will ignore, not what he’ll choose to mirror.

It’s true that cattle move in herds and wild geese mimic flight,
and no one knows what sister acts mice practice in the night.
Yet all animals aren’t so easy, in spite of what you think.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.

You cannot tell a cat to do what you want him to.
What you desire from that cat is what he will eschew.
Sit or fetch? Roll over? Those things hold no attraction.
Cats simply are not at their best when you prompt interaction.

So let’s dispel this rumor that cats are good at mimicry.
For though they like to bat at strings and other hanging gimmickry,
they don’t want to imitate any other creature.
For in the world of animals, each cat is the main feature.

The prompt today is copycat.

“Identification,” for Classic Material

The “Classic Material “prompt was to share a post made on Oct 25 in a past year.  My post below was made in 2017

 

Identification

When Freud talked about the ego, super-ego and the id—
all the different parts of us within which humans hid,
(all the things that made you “you” and things that made me “me”)
he thought that he’d identified all that there could be.

But if he were living, he would add a chapter or two
to say that ego, id and super-ego wouldn’t do.
There’s a punctuation omission I fear he failed to see.
It is that vital part of us that’s labeled the i.d.!

It used to be that I possessed my own identity
and showing up was proof enough that I was really me,
but now “me” is not me enough, and I find it hard
to face that I am only me when carrying a card.

“My First Love Letter” for Cracking Open The Content Time Capsule!

Here is a post from my blog of 9 years ago on this date, Oct.24 for Cracking Open The Content Time Capsule!

Oops.. More Share Your World of Hospitals!!!

I almost forgot the most important photo in my hospital theme for today’s “Share Your World.”  When we were going through some papers, my sister Patti shared with me this copy of a letter she dictated to my sister Betty and sent to the hospital with my dad after  I was born.  Since I was born on July 3 and she was born on July 9, we must have still been in the hospital a week later! Did they keep new mothers in the hospital for that long back then? Evidently! She was 4. My other sister who wrote the letter for her was 11. Patti insisted that I was a boy.  (My dad had teasingly said they were going to name me Hazel.) Thanks, Dad, for not following through.  Here is the letter as dictated by Patti and written down by Betty Jo:

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And, if you want to see a continuation of this story, look HERE!!!

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/10/23/share-your-world-october-23-2017/

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Oops.. More Share Your World of Hospitals!!!

I almost forgot the most important photo in my hospital theme for today’s “Share Your World.”  When we were going through some papers, my sister Patti shared with me this copy of a letter she dictated to my sister Betty and sent to the hospital with my dad the day I was born.  She was 4. My other sister who wrote the letter for her was 11. Patti insisted that I was a boy.  (My dad had teasingly said they were going to name me Hazel.) Thanks, Dad, for not following through.  Here is the letter as dictated by Patti and written down by Betty Jo:

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And, if you want to see a continuation of this story, look HERE!!!

https://ceenphotography.com/2017/10/23/share-your-world-october-23-2017/

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15 thoughts on “Oops.. More Share Your World of Hospitals!!!”

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More Fibs for Fibbing Friday! Oct. 23, 2026

For “Fibbing Friday,” the fib fodder this week is:

1. What is a pup cup? It is what you hold under the drink dispenser to collect the  soft drink that comes gratis with your hot dog.
2. What is a T cup? Dolly Parton’s bra size.
3. What does ATM stand for? At The Moneymachine
4. What is a BLT?  What a really skinny person wears to hold their pants up.
5. What’s the difference between the North pole and the South pole? One is up and the other down.
6. What is a privvy council? A discussion about which outhouse to use.
7. What is a community chest? The mother of quintuplets at feeding time.
8. What are leggings? French Halloween pranks that make a trip to the carwash necessary.
9. What is meant by banter? It is a cake before baking.
10. What is caviar? A Carlsbad Caverns guide .