Sick Today

Runny nose, headache.
I'm lying in my sick bed.
Work, medicine, work!

Florida's Snowflake

White, winter flower
Growing amid green grasses
Florida's snowflake

What's Your Problem, Dude?

What's your problem, dude?
I don't like your attitude.
Can't you be pleasant?

Blahday

Monday morning blahs
My staff meeting was canceled
The copier jammed

Christian Fellowship

Gathered together
Hand grasps hand, warm embraces
Christian fellowship

Life on a Budget

Driving store to store
Window shopping, no spending
Life on a budget

Plastic Bowling Pins

Plastic bowling pins
Orange, red, green, yellow, blue
Strewn about the floor

WWJD?

You made me angry.
I wanted to punch you out!
What would Jesus do?

I am sure Jesus would turn the other chick on this sexist guy who was so freaking rude to me at work today, but I really wanted to punch him in the freaking face!

I know - that's not nice. But, it's honest.

ARGH . . . Too Many Men

Too many egos . . .
Everyone sure he is correct.
Leave it to me, boys!

Drunk Driver

Life of the party
Drunken, irresponsible
A fool driving home

just thinking about drunk drivers . . . no particular reason

Scheming Kitty

Still, patient, crouching.
Kitty waits to pounce on dog.
"You are mine, sucker!"

Two Surgeries, No Answers

Life lived in limbo
Two surgeries, no answers
A PET scan is next

Soul in Shadows

Dark, depressing day
I'm abandoned by sunshine
My soul's in shadows

Life is Chaos

My life is chaos
Unwashed clothes, unread letters
And things left unsaid

Dramatic Chipmunk

Dramatic chipmunk!
What are you scheming, dreaming?
You, prairie dog, you!

This is my haiku in honor of one of my favorite YouTube videos, Dramatic Chipmunk. Fun fact . . . even though it's called "chipmunk" in the title, it's actually some sort of prairie dog.

Click here to view Dramatic Chipmunk.

My Throat Hurts

My throat really hurts
I don't want to go to work
But, I have to go

I Hate Surgery

Low-dose pain killers
Lull me to sleep. Forget pain.
I hate surgery.

William Wilberforce

William Wilberforce:
Man led by amazing grace . . .
Abolitionist.

Post-surgery Vacation

Lying here resting . . .
Post-surgery vacation . . .
Who needs a sea cruise!?!

Post-Surgery Blues

My swollen belly!
A stitched up navel itching!
Post-surgery blues.

Surgery Day

Gliding down green halls
Heading to my surgery
Masked faces pass by

I had my surgery (minor - out patient to do some biopsies/stuff to check my cancer situation out and make sure I am still in remission). The surgery was a flop. Too much scar tissue to get to my guts for the biopsy. Next step is PET scan. I am afraid, too, that a major surgery will be in the works regardless of whether the PET Scan shows anything. FUDGE!

I'm Encouraged

I am encouraged.
People call and write to me
Wishing me good health.

I was very touched by all the well-wishers who contacted me about my surgery tomorrow. Please pray for me to be OK and that my cancer isn't back. I am not worried because I have a great doctor. But, I always can use prayers!

Insurance, Hospitals - Money Grubbers!

Oh, money worries!
Lurking, growing like cancer -
What the fudge, people?

Employees' Souls

Difficult clients
And impossible workloads
Kill employees' souls.

Rude Receptionist

Rude receptionist!
Listen instead of yapping
To help customers!

Inspired by a doctor's office receptionist who was less than helpful.

Unhealthy

Unhealthy lifestyle
Sit around on my fat but
And eat too much stuff

Yikes! I Forgot!

I'm such a bonehead!
I forgot to mail it:
Grandma's birthday card!

Don't Stop at My Table, Please

"Ay, ay, ay, ay . . . ." I
Don't like mariachi bands
Playing while I eat.

I have anxiety every time the mariachi band wants to stop at my table while I am eating. I am usually with friends or family, and we just want to eat and have fun. We like the music, we just don't want to have it right at our table usually.

A Haiku for Skippy

Inanimate friend
My first gift . . . precious toy
My childhood treasure

Skippy (you can see his photo by clicking here) is one of the first toys I ever had. He was a gift picked out by my grandfather around 36 years ago. I'll never get rid of this guy. Sentimental value!http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif

Feels Like a Monday

Feels like a Monday
Long hours drag by so slowly
My eyes glaze over

Yeah

Poor, pathetic thing . . .
Lying on the floor crying . . .
Driving us crazy.