My first poem

I was in the shower today and had some thoughts and feelings running around my head and my sister said if she doesn't write those things down they haunt her and drive her crazy. I didn't want that, so I wrote them down and sent them to her for an opinion because not only is she my sister and I value her opinion, she writes poetry among other things and I think she's great at it. Anyway, she liked it and suggested I post it......so here goes and I would appreciate any and all comments, good, bad or indifferent. Thank you.


The Key

I made a key once
a long time ago
one of a kind
unique and special
no other key like it in the world
and there will never be another

I gave this key away
a long time ago
to a person
unique and special
no other person like him in the world
and there will never be another

He took this key away
a long time ago
and tore my soul apart
so I made a new key
and I changed the locks
the key you have
will no longer work
in this, my heart

First Word???

Ok, I'm not sure when your children actually start talking or learn to talk. The so-called experts have their opinions, all of your friends who have children have their opinion and of course your parents have theirs. My son, JC is 8 months old and for a while now has been babbling, most of it consist of babababa, nananana, dadadada, yayayaya, mamamama, papapapa, lalalala and so on. I've been, of course trying to get him to say Momma and my mother was before she went on vacation. She came home on Thursday and the first night they were back we all went over to their house to welcome them home. Sitting around the table, my mom's holding him and still trying to get him to say Momma. At one point everyone at the table was quiet and he said it, Mmmmmoooommmmaaaaaaaaaaa! NOT mamamama, he really and truly said Momma. Everyone heard him, so I do have witnesses, lol. And ever since that night he's said it quite a few times and whenever anyone says Momma or where's Momma to him he looks around for me. How cool is that?

Bathroom Hell(p)

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my kids. Having said that I'm not real sure my beautiful 10 year-old daughter feels the same about me anymore. She comes to me after school and tells me she wants to clean up around the house. I'm thinking great, why not start with your room, maybe a few loads of clothes or take out the trash? She's stopped asking to clean the kitchen, I'm very, VERY anul about my kitchen. The whole house could be a wreck but my kitchen is clean. Anyway back to her "cleaning", she wanted to start in my bathroom because she said it was the worst (as if it could be worse than her room). I honestly do not remember what the hell I was doing at the time because she managed to find something under the kitchen sink that she thought was for cleaning silver. Ok, remember she's ten so anything remotely silver was "cleaned". She even took down my towel bar, cleaned it and left it on the counter. Later when I asked her why she took it down and didn't put it back up, she told me it was because it needed new screws (my first thought was no sweetie, the towel bar doesn't), What's wrong with the old ones? They were dirty, I couldn't get them clean. Dirty? Nevermind, forget I asked. And the stuff she found under the sink to "clean" with, Slick Silicone Lubricant! Now since she has sprayed this on every metal object in the bathroom, it's everywhere, including the floor. I have to mop now because if I don't walk slowly in there I'll end up on my rearend. And please don't let me step on a towel or piece of clothing on the floor or I'm skating! So my towel bar AND the towel are on the counter and my bathroom floor is an ice rink. Thanks sweetie, Momma loves you.

New Car

Hey I bought my 8 month old son a new Jeep yesterday. Tell me what ya'll think?

Really officer I wasn't speeding!