My Trip to Publix Grocery Store

Here in Florida, there is a wonderful grocery store called Publix. Today my trip to Publix did not go that smoothly.

First, I tried to walk across the sidewalk to the front door, but a lady with a bowl cut stopped in front of me because she needed to look at the bottom of her cart, apparently. I was awkwardly in the way of several more carts and couldn't think of any small talk for the wait, so I just stepped back to the edge of the sidewalk to wait it out. Suddenly, I saw something amazing. And it's name was a stack of inflatable innertubes! I did a fake stretch like I was tired and leaned up against the softy innertube pillar. But it turned out that the pole holding the stack was a flimsy plastic stick, and I got bounced all around and almost knocked over a pile of skim boards. I tried to straiten the stack, but my arm got caught and I pushed the tubes farther away. It took a couple minutes before I just gave up and walked away really fast. There was a lady weighing herself on a scale inside the door who seemed to be enjoying my troubles. She kept watching and laughing at me. You know what? I think she just stayed there longer to watch me fail. Because how long can it actually take to weigh yourself?

Once I got inside the store, I realized that it was about 20 degrees below freezing in there. Pretty soon I casually strolled over to the deli place and stood in front of the meat warmer to warm up a little. It was awkward because the deli guy wanted to take my order, so I pretended to be really intrigued by the row of juice on the other side of the aisle.
After a minute, I ventured out to the rest of the store to do some food shopping.

While I was walking down the bread aisle, I saw something fun stuck under the rack! It was a big blue bouncy ball! I picked it up and started dribbling it all around. Pretty soon it accidentally bounced into some spaghetti. And also some marshmallows and some black beans. I was asked to not do that anymore. Also, I got the ball removed from me.

Later, I walked down the hair and soap aisle and knocked into a jutting out rack of shower caps with my shoulder. Good thing the store guys made the rack of shower caps jut out. Because otherwise all of the many people looking for shower caps would have a harder time finding them.
Some other kids were watching me with weird looks on their faces, so I stood there awkwardly again for a second and decided I should do something, so I picked up a shower cap and started examining it very carefully until they left.

Finally I was about to leave to go check out, but a lady with crazy pink shorts walked in front of my cart and stopped there to get a bag of dried fruit. Then a lady beside my cart was trying to choose her vitamins. She apparently didn't have very good eyesight, so she started slowly backing up further and further until she had her back actually bent over my cart. Finally the crazy pink shorts lady got her dried fruit and started to move away. But I couldn't push my cart
out from under the vitamin lady's back. Before the pink shorts lady finished pulling out, she turned left and saw the vitamin lady. Turns out they knew each other. They then had an upside down conversation over my shopping cart. I stood and waited for them to finish up, and finally I was able to pull out and wheel over to the check out line.

On my way out, I tripped over a fun noodle and smashed into a large, empty cardboard box. It made a loud sound.

I was very glad to get out of there.

Beach

Right now I'm watching the ocean.
It's really wavey and bad today, and it's a double red flag.
Darn.
Tomorrow I'm riding bikes in the morning around seaside, which is my favorite town ever.
I'm debating whether to go down to the beach, or do Pilates.
Also, I have a berry seed stuck in my tooth.

Thank you to everyone who gave me a rhyming word last time-- I was so exhilarated to read them.

Except who is hzoo2?

Everyone please leave your name on your comments. It will make my day.

So I'm staying in a condo on the beach, and it is furnished very cute with beachy colors and all. But even better than the fishy placemats on the walls, or the fake palm trees in the corner, there is a special something that probably doesn't get much attention over by the tv. It is a fat wax guy named Pat.
I'm sure most of you are glad to hear about Pat, but are now wondering why he is so important?
You see, Pat is not just a decoration. He is the object of the most exciting and difficult game ever. My brother and I have an ongoing battle throughout the years of coming to this same condo where we take the fat wax guy and secretly place him in an awkward, ridiculous, or funny-looking spot, such as tucked in on Jake's pillow, or set on a stool outside my door so he's right in my face when I open the door that morning (which happened to me today). So it's a pretty intense competition.

Just thought you might like to know about that.

The Pilates lady just told me to squeeze my tushy.
I think she's asking for trouble.

By the way, if you haven't read my previous blogs, you should always start from the top. So go back and read them real quick.

I met some friends from Georgia here. They left back to the official poultry state this morning, which I thought was impressive. Can't say anything like that about where I live.

Well, I think I'll go put on my swimmin' suit now and head on down the boardwalk to the beach...
It looks nice.

word of the day: diminish
You could say words are a hobby of mine.
You could also say that bass fishing is a hobby of mine.
But then you would be lying.

Hope you all are having a fantastic day!

Trip

Okay so here's how this next bit is going to work:

I need you all to tell me what you want to hear in my next blog. It's all up to you now.

Also, if you can think of a word to rhyme with lemon, that would be much appreciated.

word of the day: reach

you know what would be cool? if every day that you read my word of the day, you would try to work it into conversations all day long... post on here how many times you used it... winner gets a shout out in my blog... boom, instant fame.

Radio

So I found this online radio called Pandora, and I think you all should check it out. It is actually a radio station designed for your taste... you enter in a couple things like your birthday and  one artist you like, and it builds you a station. I want mine to be called 99.5 the pterodactyl. Because a flying dinosaur could dominate a wolf.

While I'm listening, I have figured out what makes this radio different-- kind of a peculiar emptiness, but it doesn't seem like anything good is missing. Then I figured it out: there are no DJs, no commercials, no multi-stacked, crazy-harmonied radio jingles, no compressed explosion sounds at the end of each song, and most of all, no truck ads.

Have you ever noticed how often one of those comes on?

Maybe it's because I always have it on a country station, but still, how many trucks do they think I'm going to buy? Oh good, this truck has free insurance with purchase of insurance. Now I can check that off my list.

Not to mention they're super hard to understand. What if all commercials were like that?

"Bbbbbbuy our NEW NEW NEW Bbbbetty Crcrcrcrockker PAN...CAKE... PPPPUFFER!" 

I mean, I don't know why they're selling those anyway.

Pancakes are naturally flat.

If I wanted a  cake puff, I would buy some kind of product that cooks puffball pancakes. Oh wait, it all makes sense to me now. 

Another thing that struck me about DJs is that they are actually a lot like bloggers. They constantly think of and produce long streams of words or commentaries on things that have nothing to do with anything important. Well that's about to change. My blog will now start to talk about only things of the utmost importance.

Here we go...

nevermind.

Shy Bloom

A bud of green

Dull and round, slumbers with the dying wind

That carries a fading tune embedded in a whisper of cold. 

The wind lies still, encouraging the bud

Anticipation wells up inside

Long-distilled water trickles forth

And surrounding grass tickles a lone leaf.

In a rush, excitement, urgency, need, crave, life

Rises at once

The leaves burst from closure

The mouth of the blossom

Sings the warm melody of day

Along with the settling wind

Laughing with a pink petal tongue 

Dancing with a shimmering stem

Awakening the Dawn with a radiant light

A sunrise, or a flower.

written on 5-6-08

word of the day: halcyon   (thanks, wes)

The Moon

The moon

Peers in through the window pane

And through the glass

It perches on the pier

In a poised pose

Against the purple night

Before plunging under water

And penetrating the ocean glass

On scale with the sun

written on 5-6-08

So there's a first taste of a poetry blog. Now you can start checking back daily for new posts. I was giving new readers a chance to read the first entry, but now I will just move on. If you haven't read the first post, go back and read it. Because that blog is from a complete different part of my mind... so if you read only one or the other, it's like taking half of my brain away, and that is not very nice. 

Today's word of the day: melody

If you read each blog, you might find that many of the word of the days are in a good number of my poems, because they are my favorite words.

One more thing, if you post comments, I might not be able to reply if you haven't changed your setting to public or whatever. So do that.

Hope you all check back soon...

emmy davis

So I am starting to blog.

I guess that sentence will have to suffice for a set-off to my life as a blogger. I was racking my head for a more well thought out, or I don't know... bigger worded sentence that would take readers by surprise while enticing them to continue reading, all the while grabbing their attention and  making them want to read my blogs everyday, and that would ignite a desire in them so that they might want to blog as well, and we could form a band of spare-time bloggers, make tee shirts, and go around town doing stuff like putting out flyers and planting trees. But I guess that will do. In fact, the latter half of that sentence wouldn't probably ever even work out anyway.

Just to let you know what to expect, probably about half of my blogs will be composed of paragraphs somewhat like the one you read earlier (most of you probably are thinking the words "oh boy" right about now), and about half will be original poetry. Good thing I used the word "original," because now you're impressed, right? 

 

If the two "about" halves don't add up to a whole, the other two or three percent left over will be for smaller entries, like a thought or a word cluster of some sort.

If the halves do add up to a whole-hundred, the remaining two percent will be used for math lessons.

But how would that be measured, anyway? Sorry, this blog site contains only 98% of complete blogs. So don't expect any more.

Also, at the end of each blog there will be a word of the day.

I like words. I wish I had one of my very own. But my mom won't let me get one.

And so that's pretty close to how my blogs will pan out...

So I hope you all enjoy... and mainly just keep reading... don't worry, they'll get better.

word of the day: swallow

See y'all!