Chronicles of Nani - Rerun Silly Poetry

So the doctor tells me it wasn't allergies afterall. When she changed my catheter she told me that how sick I've been feeling is because I have a nasty UTI. So I'm back to showing a rerun this week while I'm letting the antibiotics make me healthy enough to do a new vlog. 

While I'm uploading I already feel like I'll be up to doing a new video for next week. 

Enjoy the opposite of sick from a UTI this week!

Join me on YouTube tomorrow & every Friday at 8am for the Premier. 

Visit the cyber coffee shop anytime, open 24/7! 

 #MultipleSclerosis

The Chronicles of Nani - Silly Poetry

Is anybody else having problems with Blogger? For the last few weeks when you click my header on my blog it shows the first page that has a few entries on it but it won't let you go to a second page. Plus a couple of blogs that I've done, and even gotten comments on, seem to have disappeared. They are in there if you find ways around getting to them, but they just aren't there and when you scroll through. I'm not sure if I did something or what's going on. I'm really sorry that I've been here but not here. Still working on trying to fix that.

Join me on YouTube for the premiere at 8 AM and we can chat and have coffee together while we watch the video. But visit and watch it anytime! This weeks vlog is lots of silly laughs!

Friday By Request 2//15/19

This week I'm sending a big thank you to Lillian and Edna for their requests for today which came in at about the same time. Edna mentioned in comments that she'd love to read some more poetry and Lillian had asked on Facebook for a poem specifically about squirrels. I'm much too happy to oblige! Since there were two requests my furrry friends get two .poems.

A Child's Camping Buddies

Camping with our grandparents in the late off-season

Always caused Papa to require with the own reason

“Better know where the nearest hospital is

‘Cause one of these days they'll bite that kid'

After a summer full of campers they were practically domestic

‘I'd sit alone on a picnic table with my bag full of peanuts

They’d gather around me enjoying their treats

Some right out of my hand, I thought that was neat

When I wasn't at the playground or catching a fish

I was back at the picnic table granting their wish

And all of my grandfather’s fears were for naught

'Cause I never once needed a rabies shot

Squirrely On CAT TV

When there's not the boring "White Show” on CAT TV

"Squirrely" is my favorite show I watch with JD

Having a giant oak tree in our front yard

Guarantees kitty and me will be watching hard

I can't see the nest from the wheelchair when I'm out

But there's one squirrel on that tree constantly happy and stout

And he'll share the tree with some others to play

There seems to be a limit, they only come up half way

On a good day we see four, five or more

Scaling that tree, and looking to explore

JD wags her tail and paces the big front "screen"

I chuckle and call her "Mamas girl" as I watch that scene

When the day gets later and they finish their playing

She can often be found snuggled across my chest laying

JD falls asleep still wiggling it seems

Chasing the squirrels in the yard in her dreams.

Friday By Request (8/4/06)

I was looking through some of my old journals, actually looking for this very poem for David. I actually keep not only my personal journals but copy of everything that I've posted, that I think is worth keeping, as well as everything I posted on a regular basis. David actually was the inspiration for the whole Friday By Request idea. I'd love to do that again.

I have my regular blog readers and I also advertise my blog on my Facebook page so I'm definitely inviting anyone who would like to participate in bringing back the occasional Friday By Request, to send me your challenges! Keeping in mind that this is a family-friendly blog, I don't think I've ever refused a request for Friday's yet.

So after that introduction, here is the very first ever Friday By Request, from 2006!

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All right bad poetry fans! I was writing poems last night, actually one about the cats, when David challenged me. "Why don’t you write a poem about the groceries?” So I did and it gave me an idea. 

I will do Friday as “Friday By Request.” The first person to make a request before Wednesday will give me my challenge for Friday. It can be a topic for a poem, photo or the script for a TV or Radio ad. Try other ideas - challenge me! It can be for any topic or product, all I ask is that you remember this is a family blog. I have kids on my friends list!

HeySend me your suggestions with the subject “For Friday?” through the Yahoo 360 messages. If I don’t have any requests on any given week, I won’t do the Friday By Request blog. If I have more than one, I’ll  o the first one I get. If I don’t do yours, feel free to resubmit it any time after the Friday blog is posted. It might be serious from time to time, but more often than not it will be bad, funny or both!


Without futher ado, here is David’s request...

A Poem about Groceries

For David

Apples, oranges and plums 

The fruit bowl cries for purpose 

Lettuce, tomatoes and peppers 

The poor crisper has none

Burgers chops and chicken 

The freezer meat shelves empty 

Ice cream, veggies and entrées 

The top shelves barren too

Flour, sugar and coffee


The canisters sound so hollow 

Cereal, soup and pasta


The cupboard shelves collect dust

Dinner rolls, cookies and Pop Tarts 
The bread box, light as a feather 

Cinnamon, chili and garlic


The spice rack bottles are clear

Let’s go to the grocery store!

* send a message with the subject " Friday By Request" to chroniclesofnani@gmail.com, a private message on Facebook or just as a comment here. Out of respect for the writer and all readers, please try to refrain from suggestions about religion or politics.

Photoblog Wednesday

Alexis Kaline has been with us 3 years!

This is a very special Photoblog this Wednesday! Today marks the three-year anniversary of Kaline coming home! I’ve blogged about our baby girl a lot in the past three years! I thought I'd reprint the bad-poem (rhyming) that I wrote for a past Friday By Request about that night in 2005.

Kaline’s Wish

Her momma cat gone, she’s on her own,
Not old enough - hunt skills unknown,
Not enough teeth for hard scraps or fish,
Feral baby’s, maybe last wish.

That tiny waif on a chilly night,
Cried for someone to see her plight,
In the truck stop, homeless, left to roam,
Two kind souls came and took her home.

A new adventure, riding by car,
Look out the window, wish on a star,
“Feed and love me and keep me tonight,
Then I’ll be yours, this feels so right.”

Now there’s a room, a box and a bowl,
So much excitement at five weeks old,
Two people on the bed stare and smile,
“I think I’ll stay under here a while!”

Her little eyes open with sun’s gleam,
She’s in a house - it’s not a dream!
She hears voices from the bed above,
Last night they came, picked her to love.

Too high to jump, she climbed up the bed,
“My Mommy, My Daddy,” thoughts in her head,
Showered in scritches and loving voice,
“I found a home, Oh boy! Rejoice!’

“My people, I’ll love you through the years,
You saved me from all of my fears,
You give me love and food in my dish,”
Mommy and Daddy - Kaline’s wish!

If you’d like to read or reminisce about that first blog about Alexis Kaline, here is the link to the archives entry about it - “I’m A New Mommy!”