Butterflies love these bushes that are smaller versions of the Royal Poinciana, also known in Mexico as Tabachine, Flamboyan or Flame Trees. I like the sparseness of this detail from the flower-covered bush.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/07/04/flower-of-the-day-july-4-2015-sunflower/
An Open Letter to Panasonic, Apple and Ziplock
Since it is true, I must report–
my phone cord’s always two feet short
of reaching from the wall connection
towards my office desk’s direction.
And Apple power cords, for heaven’s sake.
Could they make one that doesn’t break?
Why don’t Ziplocks really zip?
Why can’t I ever find the lip
to pull the damn thing easily closed?
Nothing’s as simple as supposed.
So to the fellows who design,
please listen to these words of mine:
This customer is getting miffed.
Please don’t hold her in short shrift.
Assure me that the fault’s not mine
by bettering your weak design.
Just make your flipping phone cords longer!
Ziplocks zippier, Mac cords stronger!
In the interim, I’ll use
tape and rubber bands and glues.
My power cord’s life they will assure
and keep my plastic bags secure.
I’ll shove my desk over on my own
to try to reach the blooming phone.
But finally I’m sure I’ll snap
and cease to buy your ill-formed crap.
So get my drift and make some changes.
A thing like this is what deranges
and drives us to cell phones, PC’s,
and covered bowls to store our cheese!!!!
Note:Since today’s prompt is a repeat from a year ago, in my earlier post, I repeated my response from a year ago. I felt, however, that I owed you a fresh poem as well. A half hour’s struggle with finding and installing a longer connection cord between my desk phone and the phone connector in the wallbox six feet away–finding the right cords in a tangle that wandered from desk behind display case, sculpture, TV tray rack and side table–led me to the above tirade.
She’s the lady who married your father.
He’s the fellow who married your mom.
Not really your actual parent,
like a date that’s set-up for the prom.
In other words, you didn’t choose them;
and also, they didn’t choose you.
But you now have each other as family.
There’s really not much you can do.Sometimes you wind up as real buddies,
becoming a sort of strange friend.
Other times you feel resentful,
like you wish that their marriage would end;
and your dad would go back to your real mom,
or your mom would go back with your dad.
Then you realize that’s not really happening,
but only a dream that you had.Then you notice your mom is now smiling
and your dad seems happier, too.
So you think you’ll just go with the flow now
and you give in and finally do.
You now have two happier families—
two places that welcome you in—
and decide that liking stepparents
is really not much of a sin.Then you wonder why there is no day for
stepparents and grandparents, too,
and decide that this brand-new tradition
might just as well start now with you.
You declare July 1 to be chosen
as National Stepparents Day.
So even though it’s not official,
and the powers that be might say, “Nay,”you throw on some burgers or hot dogs
and cook up a fresh apple pie
and buy your particular “steppie”
a nice box of candy or tie.
You tell her you know your dad’s happy
and tell her that you’re happy, too;
or tell him you’re glad your mom’s “single”
has turned into a table for two!Let’s start up a national movement
to honor our stepparents now;
and ask for our step moms and dads and our grands
to come center stage for a bow!
So children all over this nation
can welcome their stepparents in
and acknowledge they’re part of the family,
exactly like regular kin.A rerun, in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Familial Feasts.”
When the cop pulled me over, he said, “Your eyes are red, have you been drinking?” I replied “Your eyes are glazed. Have you been eating donuts?” We laughed and laughed . . . I need bail money.
–Aunty Acid
In honor of my today’s reblog of Jan Wilberg’s hilarious essay on caring for her twin grandsons, I’m choosing Erma Bombeck as my quotable quoter today. I don’t think my mother and two sisters and I missed one of her columns or books as I grew up and many a quip was read back and forth between us:
Jan could be the new Erma Bombeck. Who is Erma Bombeck? She was a humor columnist with a wicked wit who never wrote anything better than Jan’s essay on dealing with twin grandbabies that I am reblogging here.
After a three-day apprenticeship, my twin infant grandsons were left in my care. I would say ‘our care’ but my husband was asleep on the couch for the duration so it seems unnecessarily inclusive and gratuitous to allow much credit to flow his way. He was mostly inert; but still at the ready should all hell break loose. For definition purposes: two babies crying in a loud, insistent way constitutes all hell breaking loose. Just so you know.
My beautiful daughter, clad in a long, brilliant blue, summer dress and gold sandals, held the car keys in her hand, looked at me and gave me the final instructions.
“Just keep them alive.”
I like a low bar.
To give me a leg up, she had swaddled each just-fed boy in little Velcro contraptions that, when you are charged with untangling them in the pile of clean clothes and folding them…
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Okay, Guys. I’m finished cleaning up in here and need a little rest.
Which Way Did the Dog Go?
I thought I saw him leave, but which way did he go?
Oh I see! He went over there!
Is he coming back?
I don’t think so, so . . .
I guess he won’t be needing he bed for awhile. I’ll just make myself comfortable!
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/06/30/travel-theme-tiny/
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/07/01/cees-which-way-challenge-2015-week-26/
I have to reblog Lydia’s entertaining and insightful continuation of the “generation” theme. I don’t want to think too long about her statement about the “Z” Generation, but no doubt you’ll do better with it than I have. Nothing like spreading the news–be it bad or good. Judy
Label me a cynic if you will, I don’t care. Perhaps I don’t care what you call me because I’m a member of Generation X– the slacker, unfocused generation, and we don’t care about anything- do we? Actually I’m not even a true X, I’m on the cusp between Generation X, and the Baby Boomer generation. Once again, I’m Jan Brady- the middle child with the injured id and ego, always fighting for an identity.
I believe the baby boomers gave prominence to this generational segregation, and have emphasized the differences and short comings of subsequent generations.Must we always label and compartmentalize everything, boomers? How is this grouping helpful to society?
Would it be politic for a prospective boss look at a job applicants year of birth and decide to hire or not to hire, based on the generational demographic they fall into, despite: references, education, communication skills, experience…
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These are supposed to be pictures taken with a tilted camera, but I’ll be darned if I can tell whether the objects themselves or the camera was tilted. I’ve gotten dizzy trying to figure it out, so I hope you just enjoy the pictures for themselves without taking the assignment into account. They are taken from my photo library, so you may have seen some before. Still having problems downloading (uploading?) from my computer. Perhaps the fault is with my internet connection speed. I’ll use it as an excuse to repost pictures from past blogs.
https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/a-photo-a-week-challenge-tilted/
This dialogue is hilarious and also informative. If you don’t know what a computer phone scam sounds like, you need to read it; and if you do know, you should read it also as it wreaks a perfect revenge!!! Judy
