Stingray
This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was so young, in fact, that I didn't know how to write a poem from scratch. Now I can do either, write a poem from scratch or write a poem and scratch. Ladies and germs, the poem:
I took Nong shopping yesterday. I grab ¥10,000 (approx $100) and take her wherever it is she wants to go. Yesterday as we were poking about she found a nice Chanel bracelet she wanted. I didn't kick in the extra she needed to buy it and we went shopping elswhere. But she didn't complain or anything. In fact, she was very accepting. So as we shopped on and didn't really find anything I eventually asked her if she wanted to keep shopping or just go back and get the bracelet. Her eyes lit up. So I took her back for it. Really, what's a wife for if you can't spoil her a little bit?
I made deep dish lasagne yesterday. Not so good. Apparently, when the instructions say to bake for 26 minutes they don't mean an hour and 39 minutes. I didn't know provolone (yes, I made recipe additions) could so thoroughly char. I didn't hear the timer go off. And I was watching the NBA Playoffs. And I'm not that bright to begin with. I kept noticing the house smelled good, like food. I just kept thinking it was wafting in from a neighbor. Eventually I snapped off that a lo-o-o-ong time ago I put some lasagne in the oven. The horror.
I watched the movie SHIKOKU last night. It had that Japanese girl from Kill Bill, Vol. 1 in it. If you saw that movie you'll remember she was killer cool. I bought it from the Navy Exchange so I didn't even consider it might not be in Engish until the previews started playing. At that point I knew. Yeah buddy, it was art house night at Travelin' Ed's. It was a ghost story, but as with all things Japanese it developed painfully slowly. And the Japanese babe, well I mean the Japanese actress, was a ghost and although she dominated the DVD cover she was not on screen very much at all. I have some Japanese friends coming for dinner next Sunday. I think I'll nonchalantly ask, "Ya like ghost stories?", and unload it as a "gift".
Obviously there was nothing to post. And I used up a fair amount of space saying nothing. So will post some pictures and go watch TV.
Travelin' Ed
I think that I shall never see
A poem purty as a tree
It grows up straight, it grows up fast
Provides the switch to spank my butt
I know. I was a regular Carl Sandburg or something. And I've only gotten better with time.A poem purty as a tree
It grows up straight, it grows up fast
Provides the switch to spank my butt
I took Nong shopping yesterday. I grab ¥10,000 (approx $100) and take her wherever it is she wants to go. Yesterday as we were poking about she found a nice Chanel bracelet she wanted. I didn't kick in the extra she needed to buy it and we went shopping elswhere. But she didn't complain or anything. In fact, she was very accepting. So as we shopped on and didn't really find anything I eventually asked her if she wanted to keep shopping or just go back and get the bracelet. Her eyes lit up. So I took her back for it. Really, what's a wife for if you can't spoil her a little bit?
I made deep dish lasagne yesterday. Not so good. Apparently, when the instructions say to bake for 26 minutes they don't mean an hour and 39 minutes. I didn't know provolone (yes, I made recipe additions) could so thoroughly char. I didn't hear the timer go off. And I was watching the NBA Playoffs. And I'm not that bright to begin with. I kept noticing the house smelled good, like food. I just kept thinking it was wafting in from a neighbor. Eventually I snapped off that a lo-o-o-ong time ago I put some lasagne in the oven. The horror.
I watched the movie SHIKOKU last night. It had that Japanese girl from Kill Bill, Vol. 1 in it. If you saw that movie you'll remember she was killer cool. I bought it from the Navy Exchange so I didn't even consider it might not be in Engish until the previews started playing. At that point I knew. Yeah buddy, it was art house night at Travelin' Ed's. It was a ghost story, but as with all things Japanese it developed painfully slowly. And the Japanese babe, well I mean the Japanese actress, was a ghost and although she dominated the DVD cover she was not on screen very much at all. I have some Japanese friends coming for dinner next Sunday. I think I'll nonchalantly ask, "Ya like ghost stories?", and unload it as a "gift".
Obviously there was nothing to post. And I used up a fair amount of space saying nothing. So will post some pictures and go watch TV.
Travelin' Ed
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 4:33 PM
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