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Sidecar Saturday

24 Feb

Being fairly new to the the world of blogging and fairly old, well, just in general, I’ve met some very interesting and talented people out there in cyberspace. I love to share my profound words of wisdom, tremendous tips and awesome artistic talent, (not to mention modesty), but sometimes I run across other creative souls that are inspiring. I’ve been following Sethsnap on WordPress. I have no idea what his last name is and I’m not positive where he lives, but one thing I do know is, he is an amazing photographer. He shares his daily photos with the world, and once a week, he asks his followers to share their thoughts, stories or poems inspired by his photos.

I am always inspired by his spectacular photographs and wanted to share his photo for this week’s challenge, and my inspired poem. Just Google him, or check him out on Facebook. Sethsnap.wordpress.com


A sturdy oak with branches bare
Protects the schoolhouse standing there
With memories of days gone by
A child’s laugh, a lover’s sigh
With stones as strong as time itself
A wooden floor, an empty shelf
If walls could talk, they’d surely say
“Please bring the children, stop by and play.”

Funny Friday

19 Jan

Yesterday, I posted a little blurb about my mother and her endless thirst for knowledge. It was a touching, loving story of an eighty-five year old woman who loves to learn. But, what I didn’t mention was how extremely hilarious she can be sometimes. In her quest to be “hip” and up-to-date with all the latest trends and terms, she often comes up with some amusing “original” words of her own.

Today, when I asked her if she had been checking her e-mails, she replied, “Yes, and I’ve been reading all your tweeters.” When I let out a muffled giggle, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

I went on to explain, the best I could, “Sometimes I put my stories on Twitter and the posts are called Tweets. Are you following me on Twitter? You don’t have a Twitter account. I thought you were reading my blog on Facebook?”

“Oh, you’re right. I’m reading your blobs on Facebook,” she replied.

“Giggle, giggle.”

“All right, now what did I say wrong?”

“I don’t mean to laugh, Mom. But, it’s called a blog, not a blob.”

“I knew that!”

“Mom, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you. You are awesome!”

The only reason I feel comfortable laughing at Mom’s little mistakes and made-up new words is because I am even more notorious for such blunders. But, I’m always the first to laugh at myself. I always tell her, “The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

She interjects, “No, it’s suppose to be the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“No, Mom.It’s definitely the NUT!”

This is just one of thousands of conversations like this we have had. Now you know why Fridays are always funny.