Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Sep. 12: Not a fan of the goodbyes

This is me and Jenn K at a bridesmaids party with ugly hair. Jenn K played the part of Mother of the Bride. :) I recently found out that one of my friends is moving away. Far away. Like, Alaska-far away. Actually, that’s exactly how far away: she’s moving to Alaska.

When friends move away, it makes life super-suck. I will definitely miss Jenn K, but Dina, Jenn K’s BFF, will be feelings aaaaall the feels. I know this, because my BFF moved a couple years ago. I consider myself kind of a pro at knowing what it feels like to say “smell ya later” to someone you love so much. I’m not saying I know how best to deal with it; I’m saying I’ve been there.

So, in the hopes of helping anyone else who’s been cruelly abandoned (oh! the drama!) by their best friend, I offer these pointers on handling this un-fun change in your life. Please note that this only applies to friends you’re losing because you’re no longer in the same geographical area, not the ones you’ve lost because one of you chose to dump the other; in that case, at least one of you is an asshole. You should probably work on that.

  1. If you and your BFF currently communicate via text/email/phone calls, keep doing that, and try to do it every day. If you go more than a few days without communicating, it’s hard to catch up again. I’m not suggesting the friendship is irreparable if you miss a day of texting, but it’s a habit that really needs to continue if you want to stay close.
  2. Text each other the stupid stuff that no one else will understand. The little things, y’know? Complain about the weather, traffic, a mutual enemy, whatever. Making each other smile connects you. It’s good.
  3. Plan a visit. You go there, she comes back to you, something. Put a date on the calendar, no matter how far away it might be, because it gives you a goal that feels reachable. Tell yourself, “If I can just stop crying until I see her again, maybe my family won’t hate me for eating dinner without them every night.” BECAUSE OH YES, YOU WILL WANT TO EAT DINNER WITHOUT THEM. You will also want them to stop asking how you are (“I’m sad, just like when you asked me yesterday!”). You’ll want to sit in front of Netflix with headphones and the volume way up so you don’t have to interact with people. You will be a not-very-nice person for an indeterminate amount of time. Know this. And maybe warn your family now.
  4. FaceTime! Val and I have done this with Sunshine several times, and it’s the best. OK, it’s not the best—the best would be actually hanging outjensunnyval in person—but it’s a really good alternative. I recommend FaceTime-ing with a group to heighten the fun factor. (Jenn K, get ready…)
  5. Spend time with your mutual friends. They’ll be missing her too, and can understand your sense of loneliness better than pretty much anyone else. They’ll also get the inside jokes you shared. It’s surprising how good all that feels. It also serves to remind you you’re still a likeable person even though your BFF obviously doesn’t think so and couldn’t wait to move Alaska-far away from you. Which brings me to #6…
  6. You can lay on the guilt as much as you want, but it will serve no purpose except to make her resent you. She would stay if she could. Decisions aren’t easy, and this one was a bitch. Don’t make her feel worse. Or maybe don’t go out of your way to make her feel worse ALL THE TIME. ;)
  7. Write stories about you and her and the adventures you go on together—your own personal fan-fic.
  8. Wait, don’t do #7. That’s just weird and a little creepy. Maybe haiku.
  9. Nope, not haiku. That’s creepier.
  10. Not that haiku is creepy. I loves me some haiku. Now that I think about it, haiku might be pretty awesome. Fine, give it a try.
  11. You will feel lonely, sad, frustrated, and even angry, and there’s really not much you can do about it, sooo… Find something to do with that energy. It can be something that’s good for you—gardening, exercising, making a new BFF out of papier-mâché—or good for your family—cleaning, cooking, learning mixed martial arts. I do not recommend that you put extra energy into anything that requires copious amounts of alcohol or food. I gained five pounds in the week after Sunshine left because my motto became “Only Krispy Kreme understands my pain.”
  12. Remind yourself that everyone says it’ll get easier with time, because it will. You won’t forget your BFF, and you won’t stop missing her, but you’ll start settling into life without her and one day it simply doesn’t hurt quite so much.
  13. Have a friend like Val, who is super-fun and will drink excessively and say all the potty words with you. Because sometimes you will need to drink excessively and say all the potty words, and when that happens, well, let me give you my number because whoever you are, I’d be delighted to be your Val.

I’ll close by saying that although Sunshine and I aren’t the friends we were when we lived nine houses apart, when we’ve hung out since her move to Arizona, it’s been easy to get back into that comfortable place we used to be. While I still miss having her in my life every day, I love how we don’t set expectations for each other as long-distance friends; we just are who we are, and it’s good. I kinda ♥ her tons. She’s a keeper.

I’m grateful to have lots of dear friends in my life, actually, both near and far. It’s a mutual effort, this friends thing, but the ones that are in it for the long haul will be always do what has to be done to be present in each other’s lives. This I know for sure. And I love it.

jen

Nov. 6: Stuff Jen Haikus

Is “haiku” a verb? I’m pretty sure it’s not. I haven’t done haiku in a while, and I, for one, think it’s long past due. Ahem.

haiku
 

oh, republicans!
why do I love so many?
must. ignore. facebook.

electoral votes
two hundred seventy wins
go, obama, go!

legalized pot vote
what’s the big deal? picture it:
we’d all be so chill

today is the day 
i cancel out neighbor’s vote
yay! we’re a blue state!

election returns?
i’d rather not watch tonight
stop guessing, news dudes


we’re done with football—
jack’s team lost their playoff game
pffft (glad it’s over)

i post on facebook
“i’m at westview” and guess what?
scary stalker time!

Lisa shows up there
we chat, loud, while the boys lose
(i think they blame us)


lucy eats our house
more disappears all the time
pieces in the yard

i sweep ev’ry day
so much hair falls off that dog
why isn’t she bald?


christmas is coming
jen chooses tunes for CD
you might not hate them

make your requests now
otherwise only classics:
frank, bing, nat, andy


ginormous spider
hanging off our house last week
oh, so many screams

victor (my hero)
pretended to rescue me
he lost the spider

damn him all to hell!
i could have smashed air NEAR it!
he gets no man points


too much to get done
overwhelmed, and sleepy too 
i opt for a nap


 

Enjoy the rest of the day, friends!

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Jan. 25: Poker Night haiku

Saturday night was Poker Night for a bunch of us. I think the best way to commemorate the evening is with haiku. (Duh.)

 

Tasty meal by Jim
We crowd around the table
Eat until it’s gone.
“I can’t stop staring”
Says Chris F about The Beard
He’s so George Clooney.
cards The whipped cream vodka
With orange juice and ice cubes 
Creamsicles? More, please!
The Fancy™ Fam’ly
Makes perfect gin and tonics
And velour tables.
Here is your green chip
It’s worth five hundred dollars!
(Of play money. Pffft.)
Ev’ryone brings snacks
Val shares her communion bread
Oh, the holiness!
Chris B tries to bluff
But Jen has a run of luck
He’s such a baby.
The Beard makes us cry
Yes, it’s the stuff of nightmares
George Clooney nightmares.
Ace/king look pretty
But don’t win. “That’s an Anna
Kournikova.” Ha!
Booze flows. Lori turns.
Falls right off her chair. We laugh.
She looks so confused.
Big and little blinds
Become huge and monster blinds
Where’d all my chips go?
It’s late, time to go.
Jim and Eric split the pot.
We all stumble home.
Can’t wait for next time! 
Let’s do it tomorrow, please
Will The Beard feed us?

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Jan. 10: Plinky ~ TV haiku

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Plinky prompt. I couldn’t resist this one:

Write a haiku about your favorite TV show.

Remember: 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.

You know I loves me some haiku, so I can’t stop at one.

30 Rock soooo rocks.
Blerg! It’s a rerun tonight.
Bite me, NBC.

If I had to choose
Between Jim, Oscar, and Dwight
I’d love Andy best.

Glad I’m not a Bluth
The whole family is psycho
Wish I could still watch.

Meh. I’ve done better.

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May 6: Recruiter’s blues

My friend Sherilee twittered this today:

I want to write a poem about reviewing resumes, endless piles of resumes, but it can't rhyme and can't use any bad words. I'm screwed.

Makes me feel bad for her
PLUS
I’m always looking for an excuse to write haiku
MINUS
pride and talent
EQUALS
poetry time with Jen!

Piles of résumés
Endless piles of résumés
Too many! No more!

Ad said “writers, please!”
Applicants can’t even type
Trash overflowing

Application fraud
I mean, who would believe this???
They’re all idiots

This guy did jail time?
FOR KILLING A RECRUITER?
No thank you, kind sir.

No experience?
Send your résumé to Sher!
She’ll whimper and cry

Job has worn her out
Makes her hate all humankind
Must recruit shrink now

Sher can’t swear? I can.
“This is @#%#%&^!”
   (trust me, that’s seven syllables)
You’re welcome, my friend.

Silly Sherilee, thinking you have to write your own sucky poetry! You know I’ll always help you out in your time of need.

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Apr. 8: Haiku, for you

April is National Poetry Month and I’ll bet you didn’t know. You probably thought you didn’t care, either. But here’s why you should care: because poetry is awesome. Really! And here, because I love you so very much and can’t think of anything else to blog about this morning, is some poetry I have written. Some people don’t think haiku is poetry but it is so just shut up.

According to the Academy of American poets, the philosophy of haiku is “the focus on a brief moment in time; a use of provocative, colorful images; an ability to be read in one breath; and a sense of sudden enlightenment and illumination.” Let’s see if I can capture that, shall we?

 

haiku Dog sleeps below me
All day long she farts and snores
It dulls my senses

 

Kids burst through front door
Quiet! Law & Order’s on
Stupid short school days

 

Jen published a post
My god, why does she bother?
Waste of good bandwidth

 

Mary: “I like butts!”
Didn’t need to know that, Mom
Thanks for the nightmares

 

“Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day”
(I just made that up)

 

Great pals on Facebook
I try not to offend them
“Un-friend” makes me cry

 

There’s so much to do
Yard, clean, work, cook, plan, shop, pack
So… think I’ll nap first

 

Um, I’m gonna say that’s a big FAIL on “sudden enlightenment and illumination.” But I’d like to see your better idea for celebrating National Poetry Month, Mr/Ms Critic.

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Mar. 31: Haiku for you

gave nana a cell
can’t do voice mail or ringer
thinks we never call

mac and cheese. fine food.
don’t give me generic crap
kraft kraft kraft kraft kraft

i pick my wedgie
outside sheila’s classroom door
'til she kicks it closed

molalla. rural.
paulsens moved but are still sane
no buttless chaps yet

my seester, she’s tops
rivals letterman in lists
incriminating

"achy breaky heart"
rewritten, shows ex-step-kin
as they truly are

"donny will visit!"
i wrote in my diary
now stop peeking, kath

throw me out naked
toss my undies too. thanks lots.
i am scarred for life

new mom alisa
quits job, stays home with baby
could lose marbles soon

kirsten shares deep thoughts
bad me, i make them dirty
no more mailing list

i love that lori
no point in stealing from kath
still no san fran trip

april works “green” now
recycles disks for ag use?
hm, our dad was right

she’s getting pierced soon
all holes visible, please, mom
we’re sending a spy

i want a clean house
mission: organization?
easier to move

only five years old
jack makes sacrifice for lent
no more potty mouth

katie’s like her mom
grinds her teeth and gets ulcers
kiddie xanax, please

my head hurts so bad
down to my last resort now
where is my chainsaw?

vic snores all night long
methinks c-pap is c-crap
i shall smother him

i can’t fall asleep
erbit, erbit, erbitting
i will kill that frog

kathy’s dog molly
scary face but empty head
forgot she’s a pit

vic does the dishes
he’d never have married me
if he only knew

i hate minivans
but cool people drive them now
world, what went so wrong?

sonya’s in china
they hock loogies on the street
careful where you step

debi. deanna.
high school friends, they know too much
i’ll ever be kind

kath reads instructions
"that’s what she said," we both say
jinx, buy me a coke

presley is a doll
teach her jesus stuff for fun
see sally’s stink-eye

few leave notes for me
so i will write about you
i’m a comment whore

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