Vixen’s Den

Well, everyone, its time for fresh starts and new beginnings. Time to stretch my legs and my confines. I am moving on…..

Scared ya, huh? I am moving along down the road. Around the corner and up the street to my very own domain! How exciting is that? It was hard work (jeebus it was hard), but I kind of like the new place. I would greatly appreciate it if you would all come over for a little new domain-warming. Have a drink, sit for a spell, and look around. Then leave me a comment and let me know what you think. What do you like, dislike? What is missing that you can’t live without? Except, don’t mention the blogroll…it’s a sore spot. And I have to rebuild it by hand, so pretend you don’t notice, ok? Alrighty then: go, go, go and don’t forget to UPDATE YOUR LINKS

www.vixensden.com

Woooohooooo, my place is it’s own place!

PS: If you left a comment since early this afternoon, no worries. I will move it over tomorrow!

 

Chuck E Cheese was wild

Ladybug danced with the mouse

Memories forever

Chocolate cake, yum

Hunt for clues with Auntie Bear

But you are our prize

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Today is the fabulous, adorable, fantastic, energetic, loving, silly and one of a kind Ladybug’s third birthday. In her honor I have written her a Nonet. A Nonet is a poem of nine lines, the first of which is nine syllables, next 8, and so on.

Ladybug my miracle grandchild

You defied modern medicine

You ignored dire predictions

Three years of joy you’ve shared

Your tribulations

Are lessons learned

Life is short

Enjoy it

Now

Thirteen Random Thoughts I Have Had Today:

1. Crap, woke up late. Second day in a row.
2. I can’t believe she beat me to the shower again!
3. Oh Mr. Vixen, how could you not make sure the door wasn’t locked when we came out with the dogs? **knock, knock…Bear?**
4. Money can’t buy happiness, but it certainly could buy me a house.
5. Miracles do happen.
6. Happy Birthday Ladybug.
7. I would love a job as a party planner.
8. Lord, these shoes are so squeaky. But they are so comfortable.
9. Can I a make a Sponge Bob cake?
10. What on earth will I feed everyone for dinner tonight?
11. If something rings up with tax to $5.59, but you say $6.00 and hit the button to erase the screen really quickly and then give me $14.00 change…did you really think I wouldn’t ask for a receipt?
12. If you steal 41 cents from each customer, how much would you make in a day? Loser.
13. Could I possibly lure Mrs. Eaves out here for Monday?

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Periphery

I still watch over you, son

I’ll never stop worrying or praying or being proud

Your growing and changing, maturing and mating

It makes no difference to a mother’s care

On Monday you two will be joined

Sweethearts, friends, lovers and now mates for life

Together you create a new center, a new unit

And I shall rejoice in your joy from the periphery

Day Two. 28 more. Over and out.

During my perusal of sites today, I found ReadWritePoem. I discovered April is National Poetry Month. I loved poetry as a kid. I loved all things to do with English, but Creative Writing was my favorite class. As an adult I worked for 10 years as a medical transcription proofreader. All that structure, the rules, I thrived on it. Now as I approach my golden years (har, har), I find myself like a child again and in love with poetry. The freedom, the creativity. There are poems with rules and poems without. Whatever you feel, whatever you need at that moment, you are free to choose your path. So I am taking a leap. A leap of tremendous proportions for me. In the past, the moment I commit to anything something else will come along and distract me or consume me. It’s a little familial curse we like to call being Farkle. Sometimes this curse stops me from committing to things just for the fear of what may happen. I am, however, currently Mad as a Hatter and will flaunt caution to the wind. I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo this month. An attempt to write a poem a day for one month. Mr. Vixen thinks I am suffering from a marble deficiency and I am okay with that. I never liked playing marbles anyway.

WooHoooo. Not only did I do it from the first prompt, but I tried a new poetry form I have never used (or heard of before)! That, my friends was a Pleiades. I didn’t think I could do it: 7 lines of 7 syllables all starting with the same first letter of the title. Day one: over and out. I am taking my marbles home now. See you tomorrow.