The work week, it makes me, it makes me so whiny whiny
The work week, it makes me, it makes me so whiny whiny
I want to watch tv and sit on my hiney hiney
My friends at Wednesday Whines.
This week: A challenge! Cudgel your brainies brainies
This week: A challenge! Cudgel your brainies brainies
Whine with style to make sunshine out of rainies
My friends at Wednesday Whines
Your whine can be tragic, but write it with style-y style-y
Your whine can be tragic, but write it with style-y style-y
Awards this week will go on for a mile-y mile-y
My friends at Wednesday Whines
So bring on your Haikus! Your palindromes and parodies!
So bring on your Haikus! Your palindromes and parodies!
Sickness! Floods! Bark! Pook and Families!
My friends at Wednesday Whines
Liz is so stylin'
ReplyDeleteStylin'! Can't wait to see what
The Pixies say. Woot!
OK, I am so excited. I am never, never stylish (like, in any capacity), but I have been working on my haiku. Ready? Here it is:
ReplyDeleteSingle parenting
Mr. E. gone all week long
Fireplacing meetings
Do you like it??? Is it stylish??? (See, I'm so unstylish I have to ask).
Haikus! Very stylish! Well done!
ReplyDeleteWhen seasons change,
ReplyDeleteThe loads of laundry become
Swimsuits and towels, not
Sweaters and jeans
Still many loads but,
Warm, sunny days,
Keep me from feeling it.
For reasons I can't explain,
Children help in summer,
With less complaining.
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Free verse!
Esperanza--love your haiku!
reunion weekend
ReplyDeleteyou look just the same but what
the heck is your name
everything's fine but
the kitchen sink. yes, really.
plumber coming soon.
Hey, Dude! Don't give me grief.
ReplyDeleteFrom your lyin', I want relief.
Your nonsense makes nothing better,
That's why I wrote the lawyer a letter.
Hey, Dude! Don't be an ass.
Your non-answers don't get a pass.
Too bad you think I'm out of control,
But soon you'll know what you need to know.
And anytime you feel insane, hey Dude, refrain,
Don't hit the send on more inane.
For you should know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making my world a little colder.
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In honor of this holiday weekend's festive family e-mail slugfest with the greedy trustee causing problems with the parental estate.
am freezing at work
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to tell me my temp
JenR - a well-placed hand under your armpit may reveal fever/not-fever. Sounds gross, but it used to work for my Mom when I was a kid and the most recent glass thermometer (along with its mercury!) had been broken.
ReplyDeleteThe competition is tough here this week - so much stylin' going on!!!
Whine:
I Can't Get No Computerization
I Can't Get No Intarwebs
(help me out here Mick...)
Computer = dead.
Anti-whine: Hubby's 'puter not so much dead.
Hubby whine:
I Can't Get No Computerization...
My wife stole mine, now it's missing....
Sorry folks, that's all I got. I'm here all week....two shows a night.
You are my Pixies, my only Pixies,
ReplyDeleteYou make me smile when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dears, how much I love you.
Please keep right on whining away!
An Ode to a Cluestick
ReplyDeleteOh wondrous cluestick of pixieland,
How patiently you wait,
To be called into action
To set some poor soul straight.
We humble pixies rely on you
To quash ignorance at our command.
To enlighten the arrogant and uninformed.
You’re always in high demand!
My whine itself is style-less: I can't find a dress or suitable alternative for an outdoor wedding in the nearish future. Cursed height makes all the stylishly short sundresses outlandishly short.
We have to pick up cardboard boxes
ReplyDeleteand packing paper too.
This week we got the final
eviction note, landlady: screw you
There is no available cheap housing
My daughter refuses to move
My son can't wait to leave this town
to find new friends with which to groove
In the meantime I caught the stomach flu
Vomiting and coming out the other end too
A fever and such dizziness, headache, and joints that ache
Who knew such an illness could affect this Jew?
Meanwhile the cats decide to stay out all night
and one particularly naughty one killed a little baby bunny.
Our crazy junkie neighbors watched from the porch
They said they thought the kill was funny.
Son has to appear in court early
Friday morn
This kid has been trouble since the moment he was born.
But this court date is totally because of me
I turned him in for stealing from me, you see
Lastly let us touch upon the atrocious weather.
Rain, more rain, downpours, lightening, thunder and hail
The week also has brought us Canadian smoke,
Burning my eyes and my throat and causing me to wail
All in all, it's been a week of very few smiles
fewer laughs, fewer hugs, fewer kisses, too much bile.
And on the third day,
ReplyDeletethe Divine One created
Hump Day for all the schmucks
Who need a glimmer of hope that
a horrid week will come to an end.
And She called it the Pixie Ball,
so that Whining Pixies everywhere
could fine consolation in one another's whines - be they Old Skool or otherwise.
And She saw that it was good,
So the Divine Creator had another
cup of Holy Java and said,
"When is this week going to be over anyway?"
And this was the third day. Hump day. And it was good. But not as good as the weekend.
Word.
Itchy itchy, scratchy scratchy,
ReplyDeleteGot some sort of facial rash-y.
End of year hurries
ReplyDeletecompounded by her worries
time to try the meds?
I'm feeling lonely
no email replies arrive
I should really call
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Haiku is an interesting form. What great fun Liz.
Ooooh, Days, short and rhymey!
ReplyDeleteSarah, a nice showing.
Nice prose, Sue.
Can't
ReplyDeleteHave
One
Cone
Or
Lick
A
Tablespoon
Either
Internal
Cafeteria
Eliminated
Confectionary
Requirements
Everyone
Asks for
More
Like Sarah, we have worries here too
ReplyDeleteTrying to figure out what we should do
I want to start with trying ideas from a book
But I'm not sure exactly to which one I should look
Want to kiss her forehead, make worries go away-
Mama swoops in and saves the day?
A mama can dream....
--Neighbor Lady
(To the tune of Elmo's World Theme)
ReplyDeleteLa la la la!
La la la la! amy's world!
La la la la!
La la la la! amy's world!
Fundraising and walking,
That's all she does!
That's amy's world!
Liz,
ReplyDeleteThe chocolate ice cream offering was lovely! (Not to say your others weren't also great.)
A vote for Days for Brevity Award
A vote for Kathy A for Bringing The Love with her initial offering and her Sunshine.
O, potty training!
ReplyDeleteDiapers are so much better,
the Sweet Baboo says.
Darn mosquito bites.
Twelve itchy, puffy, red spots
on Mini Baboo.
Hey look--haikus are so easy my kids can whine in haiku!
And Amy, I now have that tune in my head. Thanks a lot.
Oh, esperanza,
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry (in haiku form)!
Hope it leaves you soon!
Thursday.
ReplyDeleteThe alarm clock rings
and is fortunate to
live another day.
For half an hour
I had murderous intentions
toward a clock.
Coffee.
Now.
Oops! No attachment.
ReplyDeleteCan't technology fix this?
Humans need some help.
Madeline - gmail will yell at you if you mention an attachment in your email but fail to actually attach it. So yes, technology can fix it.
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