Lauri Meyers .

I'm sneezy, stuffy, slimy sick. I had to write this post real quick. by David Lat via sxc.hu Before the boogies hit my keys, I'm typing out two poetries. So I won't give my germs to you, I'll grab a tissue and Achoo ! This tiny poem was inspired by The National Day of Service: Some give money. Some give time. Some give thanks. But all give. By Lauri C. Meyers, 2013 This cold has had me for a week.   Though it's customary to say I "have a cold," it’s pretty clear who has the upper hand.   Thanks for stopping by, but you better go take a bath in anti-bacterial goo now.

I was sick this week.  Unfortunately, it was not the sniffly, sneezy kind of sick where you spike a sweet fever and your imagination sparks (literally) a bunch of amazing ideas.  No, this was the other kind.  I can tell you there is no inspiration at the bottom of the toilet.   So where do you look for inspiration? Here's my top five: Nature The other day I pondered what two ducks were talking about at the end of a dock.  Will it grow into a story?  Probably not.  Turns out ducks talk a lot about pooping and fish.  Then the green duck would not shut up about coming over to watch the slides from his last migration which sounded super lame.  Still it got my juices fowling flowing. Hang with Children My daughter and I were remembering grandma sleeping in the toddler bed to try to convince my littlest to sleep without mommy.  I told her grandma would sleep on her head if she had to (which is pure and simple fac...