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The Hockey Pucks…

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The Hockey Pucks…

 

When I was young

I was a bad cook,

and I mean

REALLY bad.

 

The only thing

worse than my cooking

was my failed attempts

at baking.

 

My brownies were famous,

and they acquired

a special nickname:

the hockey pucks…

 

Yes, the brownies were

very burned,

very hard,

and very unappetizing.

 

Perhaps it’s this

lack of success then

that made me determined

to bake well now.

 

It took years

of practice,

of patience,

of perseverance.

 

But I did it.

I succeeded.

I actually now make a dessert

that is loved by all who try it.

 

It’s cheesecake.

And it’s awesome.

So much so that I plan

to sample it to those I love.

 

So be ready.

On my next visit,

I will probably arrive

with cheesecake in hand.

 

I’ll always be known

for my hockey pucks,

but I’ll also be known for

some delicious cheesecake.

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

 

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When I was young, during the summer…

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When I was young, during the summer…

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would play outside

all day long with our friends.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would run through the sprinklers

on a hot afternoon to cool off.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would ride our bikes all over the neighborhood,

and we felt safe doing so.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would stay outside

until the street lights came on.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would have sleepovers

and stay up all night.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would have lemonade stands

that all of our neighbors would visit.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would have a block party

and everyone on our block would attend.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would catch fire flies

in washed out jars.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would play tag, or house around

or kick the can, or red rover.

 

When I was young, during the summer

we would play, play, play because we knew

school was just around the corner.

 

What did you do

when you were young

during the summer?

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

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The Phone Call…

by Susie KrivacicLeave a Comment on The Phone Call…
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The Phone Call…

 

It’s amazing how something

as simple as a phone call

can brighten your day

and make you smile.

 

You’re going about your day;

It’s an ordinary day

and you need nothing else

to feel complete.

 

And then the phone rings

and there’s a voice on the other end

that you had not expected

but actually needed to hear.

 

The call is for not particular reason,

just a check in.

“Hey, how’t it going?

Just thought I’d give you a call.”

 

You catch up.

You laugh.

You share.

You are grateful for that person.

 

That person who thought of you

picked up the phone and reached out,

and made a day that was already good

really great!

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Version of Coffee…

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My Version of Coffee…

 

My son includes in his

wake-up routine

the all important and necessary

morning cup of Joe.

 

My morning has a slightly

different requirement.

I see the doctor:

Diet Dr. Pepper that is.

 

If I don’t get my sunrise fix

then it will not be good day.

I’ll groan and complain

and be in an all around bad mood.

 

Until I get a glass of that

delicious, caffeinated beverage

which will improve my outlook

and make me smile.

 

So if you see me looking

gloomy, grumpy, and gray,

grab the nearest can or bottle

of my version of coffee.

 

It will make my morning

so much better and trust me

it will definitely make

yours better, too!

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)