Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. July 7-8, 2004

7-7-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

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Howdy!
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Amy's personal guardian ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

Good morning, ((((( Bro )))))

Hey ... I could use some help with your namesake. Shall I send him to you until he is housebroken? :)

He likes to play with Millie (the Shepherd) and loves to play with Marissa (the kid).

I'm being run ragged but I think it is the two of them. He crawls all over her and she giggles. When I say "Okay, Louie/Max time to go outside" she says "Ahhh ..... we are having fun. :("

What's a person to do? ...... Wait until the pup wets on the floor!

[JustAmy]

LOL

I could use two of those things. Or at least two leashes.

[JustAmy]

LOL

Yep that looks like the other John. Thanks.

Hope you are having a great day.

[ST.LOUIE1]

Hey ... I could use some help with your namesake. Shall I send him to you until he is housebroken? :)

NOOOOO!! LOL

I'm being run ragged but I think it is the two of them. He crawls all over her and she giggles.

Sounds like they've bonded big time! : )

What's a person to do? ...... Wait until the pup wets on the floor!

LOL

[JustAmy]

[Darksheare]

LOL!

[JustAmy]

[Darksheare]

I found a big ugly lizard outside once.
Mom didn't promise I could keep anything like that..

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

LOL

The secret is asking before you catch it.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

ewwww...

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

LOL!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Awesome clouds, dude...

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Help Marissa deal with reality at a young age, either 1) the puppy goes outside now or 2) she gets to clean up the puppy puddle...

[Darksheare]

It kinda caught me...

[Jen]

From a girlfriend to some of my girlFRiends...

Many of us "Older Folks" (those over 40, WAY over 40 or hovering near 40) are quite confused about how we should present ourselves. We're unsure about the kind of image we are projecting, and whether or not we are correct, as we try to be nice and conform to the fashions that the designers in NYC, California, and/or Paris inflict upon the world.

So I made a sincere study of the situation and here are the results. . .I don't want to burst your bubble, but despite what you may have seen on the streets, the following combinations DO NOT go together and thus should be avoided:

1. A nose ring and bifocals
2. Spiked hair and bald spots
3 A pierced tongue and dentures
4. Miniskirts and support hose
5. Ankle bracelets and corn pads
6. Speedo's and cellulite
7. A belly button ring and a gall bladder surgery scar
8. Unbuttoned disco shirts and a heart monitor
9. Midriff shirts and a midriff bulge
10. Bikinis and liver spots
11. Short shorts and varicose veins
12. In-line skates and a walker
13. Thongs and Depends

[OESY]

Little Boy Blue

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don’t you go till I come," he said.
"And don’t you make any more noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue—
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.

-- Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Eugene Field wrote this poem upon the death of his son.

[Jen]

Hey FRiends! It's "Republican Party Day"! So put on some Republican Red clothes and wave your flag and let's party hearty!

[JustAmy]

Ohhhh .... such a nice poem and oh so sad.

Thank you, OESY.

I'm going to visit the link now.

[JustAmy]

Happy Republican Party Day!!

Now .... go kick that ass. (Ooops)