Ghost town


I feel like I’ve given up blogging for Lent.

I HAVEN’T.  I promise.

Still, though – it’s like a ghost town around these parts.

What happened to those months in 2008 when I was posting every single day?  I was an ever-flowing fountain of entertainment!  Bra shopping?  Check.  Sprite sprayed you-know-where?  You got it.  Annie Queen of Doom?  Duh.

These days, life is just sort of daily.  Here, let me write a little poem about it:

Thinking, thinking, all day long,
Wish my thoughts could be a song.
But instead they’re dull and flat,
No one wants to sing to that.

Boring errands, vapid chores,
Sweeping up my hardwood floors,
Dining in and working out,
Health within and health without.

Honda running like a champ,
Got a new shade for my lamp,
Finally the couch arrived,
In my home I now can thrive!

Hair is growing, but the same
Please don’t say about my frame:
Running 30 mile weeks,
Hope my knees don’t start to creak.

Had to switch my bank account,
Wish I had more cash to count,
But each month have just enough,
Being frugal makes you tough.

Finally got some license plates
So I won’t get arrested.

It may be a ghost town, but at least it’s a happy little ghost town.



  1. Eric on February 25, 2010 at 11:46 AM

    Tthem parts really look like a watercolor painting rather than the Denver area. Nice poem. Reminds me of Mr. Deeds, but better.

  2. Sarah on February 25, 2010 at 12:42 PM


  3. Emily on February 25, 2010 at 4:38 PM

    30 mile weeks? Incredible. Please tell us, are you training for a race, or hot on the trail of the illusive runner’s booty?

  4. Julianne on February 25, 2010 at 9:54 PM

    I love it!

  5. Tad on February 26, 2010 at 2:47 PM

    I like the painting. Where did you find it?

  6. wrecklessgirl on February 26, 2010 at 6:22 PM

    ROFL. LOL. i just fell off my chair. you’re the best poetessa.

  7. Little AP on February 28, 2010 at 5:55 PM

    Keats and Byron have nothing on you!

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