Poor Tiger was feeling his losses
Rebuked by his sponsors and bosses
Then Elin of course
She demanded divorce
And took millions for each of his dosses

I was saddened to hear that LiveJournal was no longer officially supporting lj_scribe. I hope that enough people continue that it can thrive, but suspect the lack of that extra touch of motivation brought by LJ Tokens will sap some of its drive. I guess, since my drabble on confusion was the last officially sponsored champion, that I at least have ( Read more... )

I love how sometimes the smallest of accomplishments makes my day. Yesterday I managed to remove a couple broken closet rod ends (plastic had melded to the paint and had to be chiseled off in pieces), install some new metal ends, cut and install a closet rod. Mind you, because I had laid my reading glasses down I nearly cut the rod 20 inches short ( Read more... )

This week's lj_scribe  prompt, "The DNA test proved" ... proved too great a temptation for a man who lives for the Maury Povich "baby daddy" DNA shows. I know, "a sadistic one are you" says Yoda...  schadenfreude mayhaps... I just know that whether it is the smarmy punk refusing responsibility dropping his head in shame, or the "You were the only one I ( Read more... )

Found a limerick I had written down and never posted, so I thought today would be a good time to place it in this blog. No idea when I wrote it (it was in an old shoebox which is filled with notes).

Her eyes were as blue as the ocean
Her lipstick a dangerous potion
But what made her spell
Exciting as hell
Was her wiggle, her walk, and her motion
Played ( Read more... )

My day got off to such an odd start. A day after seeing news of a road rage incident ending up with two guys beating a man to death, an odd thing happened. I pulled up at a light which turned red just before I could get in a left turn. The first car turning left from the crossroad drove past with his window open screaming and gesturing at me ! ( Read more... )

There once was a man hooked on Nyquil
He dranks lots of it to get high-quil
He mixed it with gin
Till it got nice and thin
And then slammed back his shooters of spike-quil

This week's prompt was a bit different : to create a haiku, limerick, or obituary built around the prompt phrase  " Around the back of the abandoned farmhouse, there stood an old red shed with a shiny new padlock." I decided to try a humorous approach and create a limerick for the phrase. Hope you enjoy (I kind of like it !).

The farmer cared less ( Read more... )