Thoughts turn into a beautiful poem by SYLVIA

Thoughts turn into a beautiful poem by SYLVIA

 

 

Oy!!!  Trying to keep up with the NOW

 

The truth is

 

Who actually knows HOW?

 

 

 

Computers, facebook, google

 

Email, tweets it is all just a bunch of smhoogle

 

I’m trying to keep up…for my own sake

 

The truth is

 

I can’t even keep my Harold AWAKE

 

 

 

It’s 2013 …find out what’s trending

 

Oy all this hoku pokus…my mind sure is bending

 

 

 

Big Syl relax

 

You chest is just heaving

 

Put your finger under Harold’s nose …

 

make sure he’s still breathing

 

 

 

Time to take a nap…red headed Syl

 

Maybe eat a pickle

 

But make sure that it is dill

 

 

 

Yes…this is the end

 

But first I’ll order a pizza

 

And to me have them send.!

 

 

 

Sylvia thinks the film Barbara is Blahhh!

Sylvia thinks the film Barbara is Blahhh!

Soooo….I went to see that foreign film ,“BARBARA”…what can I tell you, it got rave reviews.  Did I love it…NO.

Did I like it?…NO….what can I tell you , I heard it was great….Of course, then I wonder if they saw the  same film I did …Let me tell you in a word how the movie was….BORING  over and over and over…the same thing…I’m talkin repetitive!  Indulgent….and not enough happening….Soooo…here it is—-My life is fuller then BARBARA’S…and I don’t care if BARBAR is mad…I told the truth…Hey BARB..Get a LIFE!!!!!

OMG

OMG

!….that’s right…you know it….I CAN’T SLEEP!!!  I’m, sick of trying to relax and drift off, it only makes me nervous, and who can sleep when they’re nervous….You might say…..I’m very up tight!  I can’t go to sleep and Harold can’t wake up.  I’m watching TV…while Harold is snoring.  Saw Jimmy Falon.  You know I have a crush on that cutey….an adorable man and so talented!  I think Carsy Daly is great.  He has such an interesting show.   You know what…I think I have indigestion.  I could die here and Harold wouldn’t wake up.  I have got to sleep.  I have a big day tomorrow..(getting my roots done)…always something.  When I get my roots done…I feel better!  GOOD NIGHT…opps, I mean, GOOD MORNING

Gingerbread!!!  dangerous!

Gingerbread!!! dangerous!

One of my BFF’S, Gaby, brought me part of a gingerbread house….I believe it was the master bedroom and living room and garage….This funny comedian ate it before I could even decorate it!!!  Oy, I am sooo sorry..I’ll be bloated tomorrow.

Sometimes I’m uncontrollable.  I’m gonna put on my New Year‘s list…”Sylvia, B CONTROLLABLE”!!!  I think I’ll lay/lie down.