Holy Fluff o’nutter, Batman! It’s Friday!

It’s a frazzled Friday in my head; I kinda wish I could stay in bed.

This poem will have rhyme but no reason; tonight I am going to see The Swell Season.

Today I am eating lunch with Joe; he’s my oldest, don’t you know.

I wish fluff o’nutters were on the menu; but pizza’s being served at this venue.

What’s that thing I want to eat? A peanut butter n’ marshmallow sandwich treat.

As I sit here thinking what to write, I am scratching a mosquito bite.

Mosquitoes, poison ivy, and horseflies, things of Summer I do despise.

Thunderstorms and water gun fights, parts of Summer that bring delight.

Not much excitement these past five days. Hey do you remember Billy Mays?

Oxy Clean sure was the stuff, when laundry detergent was not enough.

Any hi de ho, I am not sure what more I know.

We’re under a severe thunderstorm watch tonight, this according to NOAA’s website.

The weekend is just hours away, our options are endless – a veritable buffet.

We may swim, watch softball, or search for bugs; Joe has a serious interest in grubs.

Yes, as this week comes to an end, I wonder what’s around the bend.

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My Ode to Amherst Shore

Amherst Shore, Nova Scotia Canada

Since birth, my Mom has taken me to Amherst Shore, Nova Scotia for the Summer. My Mom’s family is from Nova Scotia, and her family always spent Summers at the shore. Now that I have a family of my own, packing up and heading North has become challenging. Finances and vacation time, limit the frequency of our trips. Thankfully, we can live vicariously through our family and friends via Facebook and various photo-sharing websites. In fact, my cousin Lisa is already at the shore and actively posting pictures. *sigh* Some cousins have all the luck.

The View from Aunt Thelma's Cottage

Today, I find myself longing for Amherst Shore. (Lisa!) We won’t make it up this year. I feel guilty whining, because I have so much for which to be thankful. Plus, I know my increasingly somber mood stems from Mother Nature’s wicked ways of hacking into hormones. Still, here I am with a headache and feeling sad. [Enter violinist playing a woeful tune.] Now lamenting, I give you my …

– Ode to Amherst Shore

Amherst Shore, Amherst Shore how I wish I saw you more.

Grateful for the times I’ve been, knowing I’ll return – but when?

The Original Summer Crew

Walking, talking, sailing and swimming; the fun was endless, always brimming.

The scent of sweet hay filling the air, hanging out nightly, who cares where.

My first kiss I shared with you, and I truly did not know what to do.

Crushes and loves throughout the Summer, some unrequited, what a bummer.

The Big White Cottage

The Big White Cottage where many stayed, was also the place where many played.

Trivial Pursuit, Bridge, Spades, not darts; Did I hear someone just bid two hearts?

We watched the Northern lights one night; oh what a show – oh what a sight.

Jumping off the Northport Bridge

Bridge jumping in Northport was fun to watch; and the Tidnish bridge took it up a notch.

Ketchup chips and Craig’s ice cream, while at the Shore we live the dream.

Who won the annual Brown/Christie Games? It’s all in fun; let’s not name names.

Oh Amherst Shore, Oh Amherst Shore, I know we’ll have more trips in store.

Next year we’ll make it, whatever it takes; in the meantime, please send me Jos. Louis snack cakes.

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My Memo to Mother Nature

Lenore Diane’s
Thoughts Exactly

MEMO

To: Mother Nature
From:
Lenore Diane
CC:
Blogosphere
Date:
May 26, 2010
Re:
Your Monthly Visit
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You are expected to knock on my door within the next 5 days, though you’ve been known to be early, as well as tardy. I am not someone who dreads your visit, except when I was actively trying to get pregnant. In fact, aside from trying to get pregnant, I have always welcomed you with open arms. Moreover, Mother Nature, I have always considered you to be a gift; though the instant the advertisers took hold of and marketed ‘the gift’, my fondness for the term lessened.

As you near my doorstep, my mood becomes increasingly agitated. Why Mother Nature? Why do you play with the hormones of women? Are women not moody enough for you? Why must you create a state of added wee-honkness? We can handle the cramps. We can handle the bloating. We can handle the backache. But increased moodiness? You’re playing with fire, Mother Nature.

And Mother Nature, please. Would you kindly send us some good advertisers to promote the products needed during your visit? It is not clear to me what the advertisers are thinking, when they put together various ad campaigns and slogans. I am afraid the advertisers don’t take into consideration that women tend to be cranky when you arrive. Speaking personally, the shiny happy faces promoting feminine products feeds my crankiness. These women are not shiny and happy, trust me.

Mother Nature, Tampax suggests women use their tampons, “So [one] can keep shining, whatever your “weather” may be?” Tampax also has a product line called ‘Tampax Pearl’. Pearl? Are women suppose to equate feminine protection to pearls? Not sure about most women, but I prefer to wear my pearls as a necklace or earrings. I see no reason to incorporate pearls with my cycle. Although, perhaps I would have a ‘happy period’ if I wore my pearl earrings and necklace during your visit, Mother Nature.

And, Always’ marketing campaigns? Oh Mother Nature, how I have ranted about Always. [‘Happy Period’? Don’t get me started.] Well, I noticed Always has a new tag line for their liners. Supposedly, Always’ liners “Keep you centered.” Really? So, if I am finding it hard to balance my life, all I have to do is wear an Always liner and I will feel centered?! Amazing! Perhaps finding balance isn’t a myth, after all!

Mother Nature, I know this is not a traditional memo. My apologies. Still, I wanted to write you and express my frustration. And, since your arrival is nearing, it should come as no surprise that I am feeling frustrated, eh? Mother Nature, I request sweetly, please reach out and knock some sense in to the advertisers of feminine products

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to try and reign in the cravings that hit this time of the month, while doing my best to be a shiny, happy woman. Approach with caution.