names removed to protect the idiots

I can't deal with calls
it's time for calisthenics
floundering away

Torche

Will has just said "cool"
Regarding the tix you bought
about freakin' time

beets

we are just like beets
we are full of the red juice
blue helicopter

shenanigans

quit licking lightbulbs
goats think they're better than me
hypochondria

Stop me if you've heard this one.

Life is a haiku
Or maybe it's a highway
I can't remember

New Contributors

Against my better judgement, I have invited a couple of new guest bloggers to this little party of mine.  Please tolerate their shenanigans.

Thank you.

Admiral Ackbar

Admiral Ackbar
He is a major badass
He said, "it's a trap!"

ukiah

Tammy, I need beer
where is Will when you need him?
here it comes: LOOKOUT!

a Cookie haiku original

things that make me laugh
may not make much sense to most
nutsack punching bag

haiku time - cookie style

what am I doing?
I just called a fax number
Tammy just said this

Haiku #1 by Tammy

Already ready
ready Already ready
Ready already

Home Versus Back Home

I have been in my current area long enough that I have to call it home.  I think after thirteen years, it's actually required by law or something.

My parents still live in the same little house where I spent the first 25 years of my life.  It's only two hours away from where I live now, but it might as well be on a different planet.  I feel that alien going there sometimes.  To the town.  Not to the house.

I might not call it home, but it will always be back home.  Home is where you live.  Back home is where your heart will always be.

My motorvation has run out of gas.

The title says it all.

It has been many moons since I've been on the scale, and at this point, it will only be bad news.  I'm not sure my delicate constitution can take it right now.

I'd blame it on the rain, à la Milli Vanilli, but that would be a world-class cop-out.  My faithful readers (all three of you) deserve more.

Maybe I'll be able to come back in a week or so and give it to you.