Yas Cat.

I don't know why this is so good, but it is ... so good!

Yas!

Live Long and Prosper

Beam Me Up Scotty! R.I.P. Leonard Nimoy 

How I feel right now...

The frazzled hair feeling, that is ...

Yes, and...

It's "the" motto for Improv, but it's also great for life in general ... so much more can be done, so much more happy can be spread, so much more collaboration can occur, when you Yes, and...!

One of those days...

One of "those" days...

You get what you pay for ... ?

So, I'm not exactly a happy camper at the moment. A short while ago I purchased a pair of "skinny" (stretch) corduroy pants by Kenneth Cole Reaction. Now, Kenneth Cole, although not TOP top of the line is a "higher end" brand name than say, JCPenny (not that I have anything wrong with JCPenny Clothing lines, I purchase from them often actually) ... but when purchasing a piece of clothing with a "designer" label on it, one expects it to be good quality.

Point of fact, I have a red winter coat from Kenneth Cole Reaction that has lasted a number of years now ... it appears, however, that their quality control/standards have gone down hill.

So, what's this rant of mine about?

These pants I purchased a short while ago ripped the VERY FIRST TIME I PUT THEM ON! They tore at the base of two of the "back-side" belt loops when I was pulling them up. Angry about it, yes, sew it up I would do at some point ... contemplate writing them a letter, yup.

Having worn the pants, I washed them and "put them aside to sew up."

In a bit of a bind for clean pants this A.M., I decided to repair the loop holes later and wear them.

So, a few hours into my work day I had to use the ladies room ... when pulling up the pants, yes you read that correctly, by merely pulling the pants up the RIPPED yet again. A small rip near the corners of one of the back pockets, and a HUGE ripe - going completely against the "grain" of the cords - on the second back (right butt cheek) pocket.

Now I'm pissed...and have to spend the rest of my day at work with a huge hole, essentially on my arse..

NOT COOL KENNETH COLE REACTION, not cool.

Clothing costs are ridiculous these days, for the amount of material you're purchasing and the time it took to make them ... almost everything is a rip off (no pun intended but more of a happy coincidence), but we (society) pay the prices because they universally suck...and now, even "designer" labels production values suck just as much.

I will now be writing a letter to them, for sure ... with photos ... demanding my money back! (Hopefully I can find the receipt...)

***I'm really very tired of purchasing clothes and having them "die" shortly after their purchase ...

Inspirational Penguins

I love Penguins. 

Snow

It is a thing of fun when one is a kid.
It can be tolerated as a young adult.
It's likely loved by those who ski...
Personally, I didn't mind it when I was in Moscow, I mean, Moscow in February ... yeah.

That first snow fall is always a thing of beauty, dusting the evergreens and sparkling in the sun.

I do love the occasional snow ball fight.
Perhaps a time or two skating on the pond.
And snowmen are always fun to build.

Snow.

More thoughts on snow may come ... I don't love driving in it (or how "stupid" people become once it's fallen).

Haiku a Day - February 2015

Twenty-Eight
The days grow longer.
Outside my window birds sing.
The spring is coming.

Twenty-Seven
Live Long and Prosper.
Go big or go home, some say.
Live with no regrets.

Twenty-Six
Crazy plant lady.
Better than crazy cat gal.
Helping things to grow.

Twenty-Five
The steady rhythm.
The gentle sway, back and forth.
The current of time.

Twenty-Four
On day twenty-four,
Finding things to Haiku on...
Easy, is not fun.

Twenty-Three
Growth is a constant,
Some days are harder than most,
A challenge awaits.

Twenty-Two
When a clump of snow
Disperses on the windshield,
How many flakes fell?

Twenty-One
Fly high in the sky.
Soaring above the Nation.
Symbol of Freedom.

Twenty
Life would be boring,
If perfection existed...
So many colors.

Nineteen
Flames, flames, burning flames.
Breathing, in and out. In. Out.
Let the calm resume.

Eighteen
Sunbeams streaming through,
The sweet scent of lilacs too.
My heart belongs to...

Seventeen
I want a Penguin.
What better pet could there be?
None that I can see!

Sixteen
Realization comes.
Mine he never will become.
Alone is lonely.

Fifteen
Bitter cold New York.
February in the Sun.
Warmer days will come.

Fourteen
Love is all around...
Valentine have I none,
Nor have I ever.

Thirteen
Sparkles from the sun.
Crunchy, fluffy, blowing 'round.
Blue sky. White snow. Cold.

Twelve
Gentle and so sure.
The heart pounding. Palms sweating. 
Everything changes.

Eleven

The conversation,

The smiles you illicit,

Yours, I long to be!

Ten

The sweet scent of you.

Intoxicating to me.

Tall, dark, and handsome! 

Nine
Flakes falling all'round.
A Georgia Peach in the snow.
I am thirty-six.

Eight 

Years of 'shared' birthdays,

Fifty-thirty six, you'd be,

Remembered always! 

Seven

Crashing on the shore,

Grains and grains beneath my feet,

Serenity is...

Six
Drifting in the air,
Curls and whirls gliding on by,
Offerings of peace.

Five
Sun high in the sky,
Waves crashing upon the shore,
Eastern light fades west.

Four
A Man in the Moon,
Drinking in humanity.
Stars bearing witness.

Three
The scent of Lilacs,
Beams of sunlight drifting in,
Spring, I await you.

Two
Snow falling, footprints.
Follow them to where they stop,
Wonders to be seen.

One 
Morning light streaming,
Warm and cosy in my bed,
February child.