Earlier today...
...I saw the first man that I can honestly say that I ever really loved. If he would have asked, I would have married him. He was wonderful. Seeing him today brought back all of those old memories...the concerts, the love letters, all the time I spent just thinking of him. He was the most adorable thing I had ever see...the first time I ever saw him, I fell and I fell hard. I can honestly say that I loved this man with every fiber of my being for years. My “love affair” with him lasted longer that my first two marriages combined. His brown eyes are as beautiful today as they were oh, so many years ago when I could have just stared into them forever. I could feel as though he was staring right through my very soul.
And he knew how to show me a good time, he did. Oh! the Illinois State Fair. What can I say? I had more fun than any one female deserves. He made me so exceptionally happy that day. I was on cloud nine. He had the power to do that, no man has ever captured my heart quite the way that he did. Of course, he never, ever treated me badly. I’ve never seen him behave anything less than gentlemanly. If he ever cursed, I never heard it. And, as I would have expected, he still looks great. And my word, that boy could set my heart a-thumpin’ like no one ever did before and no one has ever done since! He literally made me sing out loud. So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw him today. When did Donny Osmond start hosting the $10, 000 Pyramid?
I find that somewhat disappointing. I expected more out of this guy. Oh well. I’m eating string cheese and the wrappers have trivia questions on them and when you open them up...you can see the answer. I’m on my third one. I’m not hungry...I’m just so damned curious. Do you HAVE to pull the string cheese to eat it? I’m not doing that, I’m eating it like a piece of beef jerky. I’m doing it wrong. You know, I should have gone out over the weekend. Remind me to go out next weekend...OK? I’ve pretty much cleaned the house and now that I’ve mowed the lawn, I have little more to do than watch game shows. And watching that stupid game show made me feel old. Here is my reasoning:
Donny Osmond is my age.
Donny Osmond is a game show host.
Game show hosts are old.
THEREFORE...I am old. What a treat. The idea of my first love having the same job as Wink Martindale just gets my goat.
Actually sitting here trying to write a poem,
Is a positive symptom of some serious boredom.
I started out trying to write a poem about Rick
Kind of an anthem to his crooked little dick.
Instead, I can’t seem to stick on one topic
I think I’ll go watch that movie with the Hobbit.
The movies’ locations were picked for their beauty
I love the king dude and the elf is a cutie.
Now I know why I slept until noon
It’ll happen again if I don’t go to bed soon.
I’ll just fall asleep to the sound of the movie
The beautiful cool of the evening’s so groovy.
I just dropped my Popsicle onto the floor
But that’s OK because I have a few more.
I should probably put the dog out in the yard
So later on I don’t find a great big dog tard.
But first I will put go and put on my pajamas
I’ve a couple that make me look like a hot-mama.
But I’ll probably just wear a big old t-shirt
Because I have no one with whom I can flirt.
I sleep on the couch because Rick screwed a tramp in my room
When I realized that I coulda beat his head with a broom.
Once again I find that I have digressed
I'm sorry about that, it’s just boredom I guess.
So I guess I’ll just put the keyboard away
And say to you all, “Hope you have a great day!”
Meg
...I saw the first man that I can honestly say that I ever really loved. If he would have asked, I would have married him. He was wonderful. Seeing him today brought back all of those old memories...the concerts, the love letters, all the time I spent just thinking of him. He was the most adorable thing I had ever see...the first time I ever saw him, I fell and I fell hard. I can honestly say that I loved this man with every fiber of my being for years. My “love affair” with him lasted longer that my first two marriages combined. His brown eyes are as beautiful today as they were oh, so many years ago when I could have just stared into them forever. I could feel as though he was staring right through my very soul.
And he knew how to show me a good time, he did. Oh! the Illinois State Fair. What can I say? I had more fun than any one female deserves. He made me so exceptionally happy that day. I was on cloud nine. He had the power to do that, no man has ever captured my heart quite the way that he did. Of course, he never, ever treated me badly. I’ve never seen him behave anything less than gentlemanly. If he ever cursed, I never heard it. And, as I would have expected, he still looks great. And my word, that boy could set my heart a-thumpin’ like no one ever did before and no one has ever done since! He literally made me sing out loud. So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw him today. When did Donny Osmond start hosting the $10, 000 Pyramid?
I find that somewhat disappointing. I expected more out of this guy. Oh well. I’m eating string cheese and the wrappers have trivia questions on them and when you open them up...you can see the answer. I’m on my third one. I’m not hungry...I’m just so damned curious. Do you HAVE to pull the string cheese to eat it? I’m not doing that, I’m eating it like a piece of beef jerky. I’m doing it wrong. You know, I should have gone out over the weekend. Remind me to go out next weekend...OK? I’ve pretty much cleaned the house and now that I’ve mowed the lawn, I have little more to do than watch game shows. And watching that stupid game show made me feel old. Here is my reasoning:
Donny Osmond is my age.
Donny Osmond is a game show host.
Game show hosts are old.
THEREFORE...I am old. What a treat. The idea of my first love having the same job as Wink Martindale just gets my goat.
Actually sitting here trying to write a poem,
Is a positive symptom of some serious boredom.
I started out trying to write a poem about Rick
Kind of an anthem to his crooked little dick.
Instead, I can’t seem to stick on one topic
I think I’ll go watch that movie with the Hobbit.
The movies’ locations were picked for their beauty
I love the king dude and the elf is a cutie.
Now I know why I slept until noon
It’ll happen again if I don’t go to bed soon.
I’ll just fall asleep to the sound of the movie
The beautiful cool of the evening’s so groovy.
I just dropped my Popsicle onto the floor
But that’s OK because I have a few more.
I should probably put the dog out in the yard
So later on I don’t find a great big dog tard.
But first I will put go and put on my pajamas
I’ve a couple that make me look like a hot-mama.
But I’ll probably just wear a big old t-shirt
Because I have no one with whom I can flirt.
I sleep on the couch because Rick screwed a tramp in my room
When I realized that I coulda beat his head with a broom.
Once again I find that I have digressed
I'm sorry about that, it’s just boredom I guess.
So I guess I’ll just put the keyboard away
And say to you all, “Hope you have a great day!”
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 9:08 PM
13 Comments:
Donny Osmond... I really didn't see that one coming...
Well, I'd prefer to see him going, LOL
I'm a butt woman.
Meg
lol, i was fooled!!!
I'm with you, Square1 -- I didn't see that one coming!
Anne
My Poem:
Everything we do is new and vital
and surely presentistic
nownowinstantgratification
with conflicting axiologies
but
$20 words don't help when you're
shivering in your panties on top of a spool
looking down into dark that means river
looking down onto rocks and sticks
clinging to a rope like jumpnowjump anything belongs to you.
back to a group of naked people and a campfire
strangers shining lights at you and telling you to nownowjumpnow
and if i wasn't so
presentistic
i would have thought harder about snapping bones and
christopher reeve
fastforward to the sea inside
but i am. and i jumped.
i jumped again.
because now is always now is always now.
I must say, I think your dairyofmydivorce is a graet site, I can't wait to tell all my freinds about it.
I just wanted to share my poem with Meg because I felt she could relate to the feeling I was trying to convey. I don't know why anyone would be rude about it. I won't go out on a limb like that again.
Sissy, thank you for your kind comments. I do occasionally have a pity party for myself, but I try not to let it get in the way of my happiness. I can shake it off like a can shoo away a fly. I am SO glad that the fool is gone, but I still get a little bit sad at times, not for him, I just keep thinking, "Why me?" and then I think, "Well, why not me?" I have learned a long time ago that it's better FOR ME to get up and do something positive rather than sit and wallow in my own personal problems.
See ya!
Meg
I wasn't wallowing, I was trying to express the in-the-moment feeling we often get.
OH, honey!
I never meant that you were! I was just talking about myself and addressing the comment that Sissy made. I need to talk to you...email me at meg.kelso@gmail.com
Meg
I emailed but maybe it went your junk folder?
I, for one, think that the anonymous poster who wrote that poem should have a right to say whatever she wants. Talking about bad stuff is sometimes the only way to make the hurt go away. Don't you think?
LOLOLOL, yeah, there are some nuts out there (NOT THAT SHE WAS ONE!) But anyone who wants to hit me up for money is knocking on the wrong door!
And yeah, talking/writing about the bad stuff most certainly does help! I can vouch for that personally.
Meg
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