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i like to cook

i am always stirring words into sentences…





them into entrees of poetry.

March 23, 2015 at 11:46 am 24 comments

Wordless Wednesday – big game + dorm life = chips




Jordan’s Super Bowl Meal….




February 4, 2015 at 2:15 pm 9 comments

to or not to…



to order a large


two toppings


to order two mediums


one topping

….these are questions which beg to be answered….



in which

mom replied

“good luck with that pnut!”






September 15, 2014 at 8:33 pm 18 comments




sizzle of sweltering butter

bubbling rise of yummyness

chips intently await invasion

bathing in pancake heaven




we prefer SOME pancake with our chocolate chips




July 26, 2014 at 5:27 pm 30 comments

wait and see

splotches of yellow

green leaves spread over acres

bulbous shapes lurking

while buzzing hovers above

will The Great Pumpkin appear?



hiding in the shadows

pumpkin flower

a flower with a bee you can barely see

baby pumpkin

a baby pumpkin

August 21, 2013 at 4:05 pm 11 comments

an ‘ode’o to an oreo


I am haunted by a question

each time I look at you –

plagued by many choices,

never sure what I should do.


The sight of you astounds me.

I get wobbly in the knees


when you stare into my eyes,

my insides get all grumbly.


You are a contrast in color and texture

consisting of two parts which make a whole –

each half can stand alone


blend together to achieve one goal……



which is to make me happy

with your chocolatey cookie crunch


sweet smooth creamy filling


you sure do pack a punch!



questions still remain


a decision must be made –

to eat you inside out


all at once —





heavenly goodness…..

ps:  I must add that only four (4) cookies were harmed during the writing of this piece – oops – come to think of it, maybe five (5).  I was having some difficulty getting one of the cookie ‘models’  to split – it broke.  It would have been a travesty – an injustice to place a broken cookie back into the package!  So, I ate it:)

August 19, 2013 at 2:45 pm 38 comments

cup of joe

i am a coffee lover.

one cup a day will do me just fine.

nothing fancy but cream & sugar –

coffee is the secret to making

my morning shine!

i really like the Golden Arches,

though i have tried other brands, as well


i am one of simple tastes –

‘good ole basic’ suits me just swell.

every morning on my way to work,

like so many others

i drive right thru –

to be greeted with a friendly smile


a cup of piping hot brew!



March 28, 2013 at 3:58 pm 26 comments

cookies… yum… yum

It is a Friday evening here in the NW Burbs of Chicago, IL and I am home with Sydnee Pee.  The boys are with their dad for Spring Break and will leave for Whistler in Canada tomorrow.  They will be hitting the slopes – skiing their little hearts out.  Needless to say, Syd and I are forlorn.  No boys to entertain us 😦

Instead of watching brainless television, I decided to post a poem written by one of the boys – Jordan, the one with a talent for words and movie making.  He wrote this for a school assignment back in February, 2010.  He was a Freshman in high school.  (The poem has been typed exactly as the authored intended it to be presented)

A little back story:

 Last year, I read this poem at our friend’s funeral.  Let me just say that Oreo cookies were a favorite of the ‘three boys’.   There were many years – 13 to be exact – of cookies devoured.  Our friend loved cookies – a lot.  So much so, that he would have approved of a poem about Oreo cookies being recited at his funeral.  He also would have wanted cookies served, along with a few to take ‘on the road’.  Incidently, he did not take any Oreos, but we did send him off with a few Milk Bones, compliments of Pee.


A Comforting Thought


The world is an Oreo®.

Outside, and I am in; pulling

warm, gooey cookies from the oven.

Quite the opposite of the

marshmallow wonderland out

my window.  Mother Nature

dropped puffs of cotton on

the world, frosting it like

a cake.  Glazing it like

a donut from my childhood.

A whipped layer covers the

lawn, think, if it was

yellow the land would

be margarine.  But it is

layered white with icing, or

pie topping, and I play in my yard

in the cream of an Oreo® with no cookies.

the boys

the 3 boys – 2007

March 23, 2013 at 2:56 am 18 comments

“The owls are not what they seem”……………………


Can anyone in the blogosphere recall the above television drama which graced many a Zenith one night a week back in the early, early 90’s?  It was one part humorous in a quirky kind of way, one part scary in a violent and supernatural sort of way, and many parts bizarre in more ways than one can possibly imagine.  It ran for only two seasons, however, speaking for myself, it left an indelible impression.  The “log lady, the giant, the one-armed man, Bob, the Bookhouse Boys…” – these were just a few of the many characters which created a story worth watching.   The haunting music which continuously streamed throughout each episode, became just as significant to the story as the characters themselves.  To this day, the notes of the opening theme still hold a special place on my I-Pod.

My son Jordan, the aspiring movie director/producer, recently discovered the Twin Peaks DVD collection at the public library.  It caught his attention due to the soundtrack that I possess in ‘cassette’ form. (Yes, I still have a few cassettes tucked away in a box, in my basement, that will, most probably, never be thrown away:-)  With his curiosity peaked (pardon the pun),  he brought the DVD set home, where lately the three of us have embarked on a journey back in time………to discover “Who killed Laura Palmer?”, to snap our fingers to the notes of sly, cool jazz and inspire our taste buds to drink a cup of black joe, take a bite of a large cake doughnut and eat a slice of Norma’s succulent cherry pie.

Since locating a diner in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest was a bit unrealistic for a weekend spent with mom, we settled on a Saturday morning of  Dunkin’ Donuts, a cup of black coffee (mine had cream and sugar) and DVD number 5 of the “definitive Twin Peaks  Gold Set”.  We chose the morning breakfast hour as opposed to late night due to the subsequent sugar/caffeine buzz we were certain to experience.  We cozied up in our pajamas and continued our journey……………… so far we have made it through 22 episodes.

In keeping with the spirit of the story,  I cannot disclose what we have discovered or if any answers have been revealed.  What I can say is – this is a  journey that only you alone can take – but heed these very special words of advice:

“The owls are not what they seem”.

4th grade – Peyton’s owl

January 26, 2013 at 8:27 pm 2 comments

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