THE SATURDAY MORNING POST 003 - SILLY DAD POEMS

Ah, the weekend. 

For me that means spending quality time with the family.

The thing with them, however, is that my family has told me on more than on occasion that I'm a little odd.

That's okay, they're all a bit odd as well.

One of the reasons they find me odd, and there are many, is due to the little songs I sing or the poems and/or limericks I write off the top of my head as I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner or some such.

For example, I'll hear something on the television, a word or phrase, and before you know it I'm singing a little ditty centered around that word or phrase.

In fact, I'm reminded of an evening, some time ago, when a four line poem about my daughter popped into the my head, something silly, and by the end of the night, I'd had four more of them.

I have four kids. In order of age from oldest to youngest there is my step daughter, my son, and my two girls.

One of those two girls, the one not the youngest, I have called Noodle since she was born. I don't know why, I just have.

So that night, this crept into my head:

Noodley-Doo
What's wrong with you?
Do you have the flu?
Noodley-Doo

Which then lead to the following:

Noodley-Doo
You do have the flu
I heard an "atchoo!"
Noddley-Doo

And then:

Noodley-Doo
Why are you blue?
Did you lose a shoe?
Noodley-Doo

Which led to:

Noodley-Doo
Where is your shoe?
Do you have a clue?
Noodley-Doo

And finally:

Noodley-Doo
Would you like some stew?
Don't forget to chew
Noodley-Doo

After reciting these to her one at a time, each time one would pop into my head, Noodle told me that I needed to write them down.

And so I have.

I return you back to your regularly scheduled day.

THE SATURDAY MORNING POST 002 - TWEETING FOR SOUP

Just recently I ran across a series of four photos I took back in 2017. At the time I'd just gotten my first smart phone and had begun taking pictures of stuff and putting them up on Twitter and all that.

With the first one, I posted about eating soup from my coffee mug, and then the joke just escalated from there. These were all taken throughout the course of one week in 2017, from my desk at work.

And so, I present to you, the photos, along with the text from each of the four tweets:

MONDAY:

What's wrong with my coffee!?

Oh wait. It's soup.

WEDNESDAY:

HOLY CRAP! WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY COFFEE!!!!!!

Oh, wait. It's soup again.

Sorry, everyone. Sorry.

THURSDAY:

GREAT CESAR'S GHOST! WHAT IN THE NINE REALMS IS UP WITH MY COFFEE!!!!!!!

Oh, wait. It's just a sausage biscuit. Sorry, everyone!

FRIDAY:

BY THE TWIN SUNS OF TATOOINE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY COFFEE!!??!!??!!??!!??!!

Oh, wait. That's just Admiral Akbar.

Sorry, everyone. Sorry!

I don't do silly stuff like that on Twitter anymore. Not sure why . . . I should get back to it.

Anyway, if you're interested, you can find me on Twitter under the handle @SteevenOrrElse.

Maybe I'll start being silly again.

THE SATURDAY MORNING POST 001 - NOTHING TO SEE HERE

Hello and welcome to the Saturday Morning Post.

This is the post that I will use to try and force me to write something each week, even if it's just something about what I read, watched, or witnessed through my window.

The problem here, however, is that this is the first Saturday Morning Post, and I have a great big ball of squat to give you.

Don't get me wrong, I had a post planned today.

And believe you me, it was going to be a good one.

Trust me on that.

This post, had I been able to put it together today, would have changed the way you look at life.

For serious!

But, alas, a big part of the post involved, well... stuff. Secret stuff that's being kept in a mysterious location. In other words. Not here.

So, this is what life does, right. Life happens while you're out there making other plans.

So, rather than post what I wanted to post, I'm going to post a great big bunch of nothing and hope that if I use enough images and a lot of words that maybe I can trick you into reading it.

But really... I have nothing to say.

For example. Let's take a look at the image there at the top of the post.

It's just a bunch of doors. What does it mean?

Nothing.

Here's another useless image:

What does it mean?

I don't know!

Okay, so here's a little bit of something.

I was getting ready for bed last night, so it's late. Not too late. I mean, I'm an old man, for me 10 PM now is like 2 AM in my Twenties.

Anyway, I was getting ready for bed when suddenly, I get this idea.

It's not a great idea, but it's an idea just the same.

But this idea, the one that wasn't great, spawned another idea. This one, too, wasn't all that great. But then the two ideas bounced around in my head until another new idea burst forth, the one leading to the other, which lead to the new one.

It was like a bunch of colorful lights bouncing around in my head, looking for a place to rest.

See:

Okay, it wasn't like that at all. I just needed an excuse to use that image.

Anyway, after about ten minutes, my mind sparked on what I still think is a rather great idea.

Well, maybe not great. But surely fun.

And frankly, just so you're aware, even after all that, I'm not going to talk about it. Not at all.

That wasn't the point. I'm not talking about it so that I can talk about it.

I'm talking about it because I find it frustrating.

Frustrating that these ideas keep coming to me and I can't do anything with them.

But, hey, I'm having ideas, and that's a good thing. So I'm not going to complain. Even though I did.

So what I need to do is just write some of this stuff down, put in in my idea place so that when I've run out of ideas, I can have that to fall back on.

Okay, I'll tell you it's a sci-fi story, what could easily become a series of books, and it's set in space.

There.

Space.

Pigs in Space!

That was one of my favorite Muppet Show bits.

Not sure where else to go with this.

I'm working on something new. A new publication is on the horizon. I've been working hard on it for the last few days.

Want to know what it is?

Tough. I don't want to talk about it.

See, that's been a lot of my problem. I want to talk about everything I'm working on. I start a book, it's going great, I talk and talk and talk about it, then I get stuck and start something else.

That's what happened with Norman Oklahoma.

People were like: "Yeah, great, more Norman Oklahoma. You ever gonna finish that thing. I'm tired of hearing about it."

But hey, I eventually got a book out though.

So I'm sure I'll eventually get a book out with this other story that I'm not talking about. And when I do, y'all will be surprised.

Just.

Like.

That.

Y'all will be like: "Whoa, where did this book come. That caught me totally off guard. Bravo, Steeven. Bravo."

Or something like that.

Well, I think that's it. I need a nap.