When E.T. Could’ve Phoned Home



Last weekend was the best time that E.T. could’ve called home.

Mars couldn’t have been any more closer to Earth – a mere 11 minutes (instead of 14 minutes)  for light or radio signals to travel each way.

Now, if only I could figure out how to get to work and back home in eleven minutes each way…

Venus shining brightly

Photo taken Saturday at around 5:30pm. Sunday was when Mars was closer to Earth but there were some patchy clouds. 

What Else Am I Missing?



Woke up earlier than my alarm
Positive it’s going to be a good day
Had breakfast and tea which worked like a charm
Stuff in my car, to go I was ready.

In the doorway my hubby and I chat
While in the car I sat,
Mentally going through my checklist while looking around for something’s missing,
Into the motion of backing up, I realized the “key” piece needed for driving.

*It has been a long week. Happy Friday!
And don’t forget your keys!

If you did lose your car keys and no spare, click here on where to begin.

key missing

Picture source

I Could Hug Bear Valley Rd.


If there is one thing I am thankful for
It would be the paving of our dear beloved road, Bear Valley Road.

It didn’t feel like being the target of the death squad anymore nor hearing the sound of it with everything rattling inside the car.

Now it felt like gliding along especially the turning onto the freeway entrance.

My death sentence is over.

Broken Bottles


Drove to Costco and got some wine
To Las Vegas I was bound to dine
With some (hopefully)rich man I met on that dating site.
We did meet and ’twas wonderful, I was full of delight.

One quick decision, I made
He was coming back home with me to meet everyone else.
And so yesterday, Sunday morning along the I-15, a car cut us off and remember the bottles still in my car?
He started throwing them at the other car which should have given me an idea of what he is really like when I noticed in his room, the night before, a broken lampshade.

**This was inspired by a text from a friend passing through Victorville and asked why it was slow on the way back from Vegas. And saw on the CHP website that bottles were getting thrown at a car by another car – as a result of “road rage”

Three Thighs And A Smile


You asked to come in with
Three thighs and a smile,

Green verde and cheese tamale
And strawberries and cream,

Bubblegum flavor, mint chocolates, by jolly!

These welcome you as you try fit into the seat your knee.

You say, “I don’t know which one’s harder: fitting into the seat or resisting all those smells!”

The Haul Up



Red, blue, brown, green, mostly black, and rarely a white.
With two silver matte retractable handle bars clicking,
Most have a rolling their luggage,
While others just carry theirs with all their might.

Up the stairs they go, be wary and follow not too closely,
At the landing they stop abruptly
Unknowingly, and understandably, the one behind is still quite sleepy,
Trips, lands flat on the metro with a bit of a scream spree. 

Sidetracked!: Flying Solo


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Oh Friday Friday is here
Almost the end of September
When news suggest is the best time to meander
Fly around the world to take a gander.

When you buy your ticket,
Don’t use your Yahoo email account
Because their system’s been hacked
And you might be one whose pocket been picketed.

Grab your cameras to catch a glimpse
Of Angelina and Brad taking a piss
Wax museum split the two
When word got out they now prefer to be a deux.

Everything is up for grabs now,
Including the grand and beloved, Concorde.
At least just some bits,
But it could go away faster than you can say, “All Abooooaaaard!”


Mini’s Prix


You were the first fruit of our union.
You were even there when our first child was born.
Carried us all home safely
Ever so carefully and gently.

When we decided to venture out of California,
You never hesitated and took us all along.
Little did we know we could actually still drive in the snow and
Flattened moving boxes came in handy when
It was time to drive in when outside was icy.

We relied on you for many, many years.
Took us back and forth, back and forth, to and from the train station.
You never seemed to mind the cycle,
Took for granted the leaks beginning
As long as you sounded good to our ears whizzing.

Remember that night when your charge was low?
Radio, windows and all lights were no show?
Til you gave it all and we stopped
On the shoulder, cop found us Triple A-less and, unfortunately, also penniless.

Driven by his deep care for humans in need
I think it was actually my son’s need to pee he’d had to heed,
With the wheel barely moving,
‘Twas decided we get pushed to nearest exit where McDonald’s was close by.

Saved us four hundred bucks
When we thought we were just out of luck.

Remember the parades we so envied and vowed to join?

Off to a convention!

Endless stream of faceless hellos
Thus the birth of “The Queen Wave” coined?

Well wishers

What about that time we had twelve empty stackable containers from Costco?
How to lug them home in such small space?

We’ve moved tall cypress evergreens
Even speakers wide and heavy
Still managed to take them in
You lean, mean, red machine!

One solution we always came up with
Chuck me in the back and
Pray ever so hard police won’t see my face!

I’m always IT!

Many, many memories shared
Cries and singing
Even stickers from it
You never were spared.

And so when your engine blew out

I understand we all lose our tops sometimes.

Though, at least for a while, you’ll be out of commission,
Never fear for the miracle worker can rebuild and bring you out of this dissolution.

In one of its not so graceful moments

Stop At The Red Light



Turbo charged straight and narrow
Fully equipped and safe with ev’ry row
Can you turn at the corner
Or will you instead have a meeting with the coroner?

Latest gadgets accounted for
Do we equip our wits when behind the wheel, too?
Red light means stop
Is it too much for you to comprehend? Too over the top?

The Piano Player No More



Second day of August we first met
Eighteen years ago at a reunion,
Remember it was a Sunday?
I still remember that day like it was just yesterday.

Little did we know then that for many years we’ll celebrate birthdays together,
Christmases and Easters were never duller.
I was an idiot for letting you go
But I couldn’t help it you just had to go.

So today, Thursday of August,
As was our date night every month,
Let me bring flowers as I did for many years past.
For this will be the last time I celebrate our twelvemonth.

Photo from Google

*Inspired by this bloke who, I see getting off the train, has bouquet of flowers with him every Thursday. 

String Of Blinking Bally


After my ordeal yesterday
Police activity ongoing
Train service not flowing
Took bus to work that took forever
Leg ached that I
Thought walking was a never ever.

Longed for home all day
Bed and sleep called many times
Wanting to take me away.

Got home late
Brush fire on 138

And so my dear readers
I will be taking my time off (til the 15th) and make this life of mine a bit sweeter with my mate.

Confessions of a Monster Lover


I have never dared to venture outside.
I have never dared to go out alone and walk on my own.
I have never dared to wear short shorts.
Until…. there was Pokemon Go!

It may be hot, or even windy,
Bagon, Steelix, Gastly,
Oh and Mewtwo, Gible and Zapdos, Iuga, and a lot more I may not be able to pronounce,

Never mind all the obstacles,
Or that I miss my train or get a scrape here and there.
Or that time I climbed over a car to catch Pikachu.

As long as I get my ball of glee.

Do you think I’ll catch another when I need to pee?

**These are my typical conversations lately with people I meet. Although, I, myself don’t play it, I’m just amazed at how much this craze had become so popular**

I Left My Partner



We have been together for so long
Shared many hot journeys.
Storms we’ve weathered together
Travelling in tandem we always do.
And yet many times we’ve always said good night to you too.

We were meant to be tight,
Partners for life,
More often yin and yang
Offsetting each other’s tangs.

And today, I leave you with a heavy heart,
I am sorry, my dearest, I must go
Til death do us part was our motto.

Presure between us building as we are no longer carry the same weight.
Wonderful memories be with me as I depart
And now you must find another mate.

**Just witnessed a tire lose one of its tires that rolled onto the freeway today**

The Voice


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Talks of crime
Pretend convo on phone
How creepy this guy behind sounds
Gives chills on my spine.

Star from Green Mile movie he sounded,
Yes that really big guy

(But I think he’s dead now)

Police had stepped inside the train
So he better watch out.

Making their rounds
Checking train tickets,
When it came to “him”
Thought I heard a frown.

Stammering, he couldn’t produce one.
So the police’d be back to write him a ticket,
While away, he spritzed himself with some cheap perfume behind the gun,
Probably to hide anything else that may give his extra-curricular activities away.

In The Beginning of Time


One day, mommy came to school
Took her time walking along the alley of shops
Seeing Faces of Gringotts and School of Clock.

She came ’round half past three,
But because it’s a Friday it was empty.

“Oh no, I missed him!” said Mommy.
And she knew exactly what to do.

Rushing back to the School of Clock and got one tiny clock in her hands,
“Just a quarter back,” she says to herself as she turns it with The Key, now getting heavier than ever, “should be enough to give Him time”

Mommy laughed. Thought that was funny.

He is in training after all.

Going back the same route, retracing her steps, suddenly a little resto appeared.

“Clever!” Mommy thought.

A hole in the wall.

And there he was inside, grinning,

Father Time in training.

*** This came to me this morning. I found three versions of my son in my dream. The present that I forgot, The past all happy, and The future – relieved.
And I was just glad I found them all.***