a poem

today. april 18th. what a surreal day for us all. in times like this, i express myself through poems. so yeah. this is for you pat. mom. granny. you will be missed.

Lighthouse

By Jessica F. Krumenacker

A light shines on,

For the oceans deep

And in the heart’s

Our sorrows weep

Dark and forever desolate

The water’s mighty swell

Drifting slowly off and away

Sadness we try and quell

In spirit you are bright

Though your being, she is gone

For minds that cannot settle

Please, do shine on

Bring light to the dark

Make shallow what is deep

Light the path we cannot see

For this night we cannot sleep

Be there comfort in the quiet

While tired eyes drift away

Offer up a hopeful promise

That tomorrow brings a new day

Shine on us tonight

Get us through tomorrow

Give ease to the heart

That carries so much sorrow

You will lead us in the dark

Your beams our saving grace

Be the lighthouse needed

Ensure we sail on safe

............copyright JFK............

the norm

this is what the parking lot to my office building looks like on most fridays...

empty.

empty.

   

empty.

breaks my heart that i cannot contribute to it's emptiness.

..........jfk...........

i live in norristown

my friend shana and i saw this on one of our walks through the neighborhood a while back.

 if you are wondering what you are looking for, look through the dead brush in the foreground... can you see it? it is the 50 foot long, ghetto made slide that goes from someone's backyard to their small above ground pool at the bottom of that sweet hill...

can we say, "safe?" no.

.........jfk........

butter cream?

um. yeah. inappropriate butter cream egg alert.





















that is all.

..........jfk...........

there's a first time for everything

a few things i'd like to lead this post with:

• lillian has been a pooping manic all week. lots of poops every day. big messy, smelly poops.
• because of this recent development, she now has a case of diaper rash.

this morning, i decided to let the little lady run around in the buff since a good "airing out" can do wonders for diaper rash. so, i got her out of the crib, gave her a bottle while i disrobed and took off her diaper. after i cleaned up her bottom, i just let her be for a while in her room.

i know this decision is often followed by consequence. if you let the baby run naked, you will be cleaning up a mess at least 5 out of 10 times. no? then its just me i guess... although, now that i think about it, i tend to let her go this way for lengthy amounts of time after a.) baths and b.) bottles. so i guess i see what i am doing wrong.

anyway. moving on.

after a short amount of time, i heard her babbling and playing around in her room, which meant she was done with her bottle. so, i decided to go in and hang out for a bit and get her dressed for the day.

when i walked in she was squatted down playing with a toy between her crib and toy chest... she looked like she was doing some business, if you know what i mean. so i said to her, "you better not be peeing."

welp, she wasn't peeing.

she was pooping.

yup - right there, on the floor.

i guess there's a first time for everything............

the good in this? it was a no mess turd. it picked up easy and her butt barely needed a wiping. i mean. i wiped her and all. but it appeared to be in vein.

warning!

if you don't find poop funny, or if you gag easily at the sight of poop,  stop now!
 
i'm not kidding! go somewhere else on the interwebz...  but if you enjoy poop, then this is for you!

 

that is, indeed, lillian's turd pile

 ........................jfk........................