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It’s all good…

I woke up to the sound of paper shredding. It came from the vicinity of my desk. Was it my tax papers? Oh the horror! I flew out of bed to see that my daughter had woken up from her nap and was quietly entertaining herself and the dog with paper. Not coloring. Not drawing. Just shredding!

Upon further investigation, it turned out she’d been shredding a parenting magazine I’d meaning to read at some point, just not sure when.


I’d picked it up on Friday to help keep her entertained at work with me, but after she glanced through it a couple times she said to me, “Mommy, I don’t like this book!” At best, I was just hoping she’d like looking at the pictures then tell me all about it, but she was convinced she didn’t like it. So I’m guessing that’s the reason for the complete destruction of said magazine before I’d had my turn. Oh well,  I’m just glad it’s not my tax papers!  I’ve pulled a couple all-nighters getting those cursed documents ready and to have to redo them at this point would cause me severe mental injury as I would undoubtedly be found in a corner of the house banging my head against the wall. Wouldn’t be a pretty sight!

When I asked munchkin why she’d shredded the magazine, she explained that the doggy was sad and she wanted to make her feel better. Okay, at least she had the best of intentions at heart, but the end result left quite a mess and I’m not so sure doggy was as cheered up as munchkin had intended. To be quite honest doggy seemed quite distressed as she sat in the midst of all the mayhem. I am so amazed at how patient she is with munchkin at times. She just allows her to do all manner of evil to her without a single fuss.

On a few occasions I discovered munchkin had colored the dog with her markers; dumped food on her back; covered her with blankets; decorated her with various hat and scarf ensembles; pulled her by the tail; sat on her; and on and on. Sometimes I feel sorry for the dog, but then I remember all the times munchkin is at the dinner table trying to eat and doggy is front and center trying to get scraps or just drooling in hopes of being fed. Or the other times when they both want my attention and doggy literally bumps her out of the way since she has a 30 lb advantage; then I think, “Ahh, Karma!”

When all is said and done, they love each other to pieces, and just like siblings, they play and fight and make up – they are best friends! They are also my darlings for better or worse, richer or poorer, sickness or health, ‘til death do us part! It’s all good…

Contents written: March 1 2015. Edited March 5 2015  | Originally published: March 5 2015  |  Copyright 2015 – 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Picture Poetry, Poetry




Jump start my heart
with your smile.
Send the blood
rushing through my veins.
Your delightful humor
awakens my senses.
Your eyes are the vortex
pulling me to the other side.
I’m simply enarmoured
by every ounce of you.
You bring me back to life.


Image source: Digital Art by A~I.R.B.
Contents compiled: January 21 2017
Originally published: January 21 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Picture Poetry, Poetry




The things that make
Their friendship work
Are the things that make
Their relationship amazing.

If their love dies,
She fears, so will their friendship.
If their friendship dies,
She fears, so will their love.

Withholding his love
In hopes of just being friends,
Means the foundation they built
Is beginning to crumble.

Why try to fix something
That isn’t broken?
Why try to change something
That’s perfect as it is?

She hurts to know
That what they created
Will one day be no more.
It doesn’t make sense!


Image source: Digital Art by A~I. R. B.
Contents compiled: December 31 2017
Originally published: January 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Picture Poetry, Poetry

Scripted by the hand unseen



She can’t get enough
Of his ‘smart mouth’.

Hours go by as they talk
But it feels like minutes instead.

His unique wisdom is captivating.
Her thirst for him is insatiable.

Sweltering passion, ignited by burning desire,
Their love is fortified immeasurably.

The inconsequential, the profound, the spiritual,
No topic is beyond their mental reach.

Memories, traditions, routines and rhythms
Are being formed as their lives meld.

Their union is scripted by the hand unseen.
They are like pieces of an enormous puzzle.

Each time a new piece of their lives fit
The blurred image slowly reveals a masterpiece.


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 23 2016
Originally published: January 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard

Picture Poetry, Poetry

Not strong enough



She’s not strong enough
To hide her love for him.

She’s not strong enough
To just be his friend.

She’s not strong enough
To hear his voice without melting.

She’s not strong enough
To see his face without caving.

She’s not strong enough
To hold on while letting go.

She’s not burning bridges
She’s just not strong enough to be so close.


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 10 2017
Originally published: January 31 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard