Happy Bad Poetry Day

How can "Bad Poetry Day" be happy, you ask?

Well...it made me laugh.

Here's my contribution. It's terrible, I know. What better way to celebrate Bad Poetry Day. Mrs. Means, my High School English teacher, this is for you.

Today I celebrate
my love for words
by writing about my experience
with Culver's Cheese Curds.
Greasy, fatty, cheesey within-
Crunchy, crispy, sizzling without-
This is what Bad Poetry is all about.

New Jobs and other Random Bits.

So, I started this New Job on Monday. It's part-time...and I like my Hubby Time and Friend Time, too. So, that seems to leave little time for posting. So, excuse my absence, but I must adjust to my new schedule and hopefully, I'll be a more faithful blogger.

By the way, my ICL Prof like my story...except she didn't call it a story. It doesn't count for a story. It's more a of a vignette, she said. True, true. Most stories have a plot. Mine was, well...it just was.

Jim and I went to the Iowa State Fair yesterday (for free). It was completely awesome. Fifteen straigt HOURS of complete awesomeness, to be exact. More on that later.

And did you know that in British/English French Fries are called "Chips" and Chips are called "Crisps?"

And that today is "Sneak some Zucchini onto your Neighbors Porch Night?" We don't have Zucchini, so we can't participate. *sigh*

BUT, it's also "Dollar Day" - the day the US dollar was created. Hmm...how can I celebrate that?

Fear not, though. It's "Admit you're Happy Day", too...and that's free.

And for the girls...it's "Girls Night Out." So, go out and do something crazy. (Legal Crazy, and Moral Crazy that is.)

;)