Happy Belated Birthday!

A little shout-out to Stephanie, Happy Birthday, I hope it was wonderful!

Busy busy things going on - still writing for 15 minutes every day! I even took my notebook to my Mom's women's retreat this last weekend and still managed to get in my 15 min. despite the silly stringing bandits and short sheeters. These older women put me to shame with their jokes and energy!
I'm starting Dinner For Six this weekend, so I may have a lot more writing material after that. And I am losing a roommate this weekend. She's going to her space, I will have mine and I am so excited!! I may be finding out new and wonderful recipes for Ramen noodles more often than not, but it will be worth it!! At least I'll have the Dinner For Six to get me one real meal a month.

Hooray for freedom, adventures, and forging on with writing! Oh, and happy birthdays!

Chesch!

That's 'hi', spelled phoneticaly, in Polish. Way back in 2003 I had a litte jaunt teaching English as a foreign language in good 'ol Poland and had a great time. I'm still in touch with Jan (Yan), one of my students, and he sends me updates of his family and I do the same. He made the following card for me on my last day with photoshop and inside he'd printed a poem I'd shared with the class. Please note - I was not pregnant - not even with delicious pierogies, I'm holding a waterbottle and papers.

The Sailor’s Soul
By Kelly Hayes


A sailor’s soul
a wandering heart
two tired feet besides.

Restless dreams
in lonely beds
a pair of open eyes.

A rambling way
a flowing urge
no home for man or child.

No destination
no home port
no chance to tame the wild.

Just Ducky

A little while ago(and by that I mean August)I was thinking about the phrase, 'get your ducks in a row' and out of that came this little poem, just for fun.

One duck, two duck, three duck go!
Slowly floating my ducks in a row.

House duck, job duck, money duck rock!
The love duck's flying around the block.

Goal duck, dream duck, wish duck blow!
Plenty of wishing weeds do grow.

Friend duck, home duck, happy duck hey!
Ducks rowing up and on my way.




Well, the ducks have changed their flying patterns recently, and by patterns I mean...scattered to the winds!!

So the poem now reads like this:

One duck, two duck, three duck four,
Home duck's stressed a little more.

friend ducks - love duck out of sight,
gusty winds have changed their flight.

Job duck's fine but feeling snappy,
health duck's been a little crappy.

Money duck, family duck, writing duck, whew!
At least those three know what to do!



It sounds like my life, or ducks, are falling apart...but really, I think my ducks have always been a little schizophrenic, I just need to put out a little extra-yummy duck food and threaten them with Barbara Streisand songs to get them back in line. Bring out the big guns Kelly!