Monday, May 31, 2021

Coffee Cup Ramblings and Ridiculous Poetry - The Lake Effect

Hello, All...

First and foremost before I get to rambling, today is Memorial Day and I want to take a moment to honor those who have given the ultimate sacrifice while serving their country. 

Okay, on to the post...

It's Monday morning, which means another episode of Coffee Cup Ramblings and Ridiculous Poetry. I know you've been on the edge of your seat waiting for this (or maybe not...ha 😁 ) As with the first segment, this is not a well-thought-out post. I'm winging it, folks! 

Here goes...

I recently made a trip to Grand Lake St. Mary's to write and read. So while I indulge in a steaming hot cup of java, I'm going to reflect on today's topic:  The Lake Effect

In our part of the country, lake effect usually means the weather goddess picks up moisture from one or all five of the Great Lakes and proceeds to turn it into downpours or a snow plow's nightmare. For me though, the term has a more positive impact. When the creative gnomes in my frontal cortex start to mutiny, it's time to head to my happy place to give them what they need.  

Our digs at the campground aren't fancy by any stretch of the imagination, but I don't need fancy. I just need an occasional change of scenery. 

This particular visit was relaxing and productive. I sat outside with my laptop and an insulated mug of steaming hot coffee. The laptop wouldn't connect to the internet, so I MacGyver'd my manuscript with an old-school technique. 


Creative gnomes must love the soothing sounds of tree birds and honking from geese because my manuscript now has a few new chapters. Of course, the gnomes were kept bug-eyed with caffeine so they had to do something.

I love being home, but I love being at the lake. If I had to choose one over the other, the lake would win hands down.

We all have a place that speaks to our soul. Where's yours?


On to some really bad poetry... 

Without a writing and laughing gnome,

my thoughts go here and there, they like to roam.

Those red capped, bearded elves inspire,

if they don't I perspire.

They reside in my frontal cortex,

or maybe in a cerebral vortex.

It's a well-gnome fact,

without them I'd be sacked.

LOL...I did warn you it would be bad!


If you've made it this far in the post, it means you didn't click out. Thanks for hanging with.  

Until next time, take good care and try your hand at writing some bad poetry. 

If you'd like to see what else the gnomes inspired, check out my website: 

Jan's Website

Monday, May 17, 2021

Coffee Cup Ramblings and Ridiculous Poetry - Monday Mornings

 Hello All...

Welcome to my new Monday morning blog post series that will include topics of all kinds and some ridiculous poetry. 

I'm not sure how this is going to go. Is this post well-thought-out? Nope. I'm just going to drink coffee and ramble (I promise to keep it short-ish). However this turns out, I'm glad you're here.

My kickoff topic is none other than -- Mondays!

While I sit here enjoying a cup of medium roast coffee and wondering what to write about regarding Mondays, I'm watching the day come to life with the sun breaking through the clouds and birds visiting the feeder outside my kitchen window.

Mondays -- love 'em or hate 'em? 

I'd say the poll results on that question would show most folks rank it as their least favorite among the other six days. Some view Mondays as the train wreck to their week. Sometimes the work week starts off on the wrong foot -- literally, because you can't find your shoes. Or because you vowed on Sunday to begin your diet on Monday, and by the time ten o'clock rolls around you've already had two donuts and a half bag of sour gummy bears. (It happens) You might've sloshed coffee on your clean shirt. You're not mad at the coffee stain, but rather, that you wasted a precious sip of the hot, rich, aromatic beverage you counted on to help you get through the day. (You get the idea. LOL) 

Do any of you view Mondays as a fresh start? 

I'm one of the rare goofballs who love Mondays and I generally have a slay-the-day mentality. I started today by making my bed and brewing a pot of coffee. Neither will change your world, but it will change mine; albeit in two small ways (microscopic ways, teeny-tiny ways, itsy-bitsy ways). <--I did promise to ramble. Promise kept. Ha! 

Notable things that have happened on a Monday:

Hershey Kisses were first manufactured on a Monday

Olympic gold medalist, Jesse Owens won his first gold medal in the men's 100-meter dash in Berlin on a Monday

YouTube became a reality on a Monday

My son was born on a Monday

* You should pour more coffee, because some really bad poetry is about to take place. *


Shuffling to the kitchen in my tattered robe,

one eye open, the cup I tip 

to take my first sip.

The steam fills my nose,

readying me to write some prose.

I drink the bean nectar, hot and black,

to get my creativity well on track.

Caffeine jolts, every cell awakens,

the story in my head loudly beckons.

I put it on hold to enjoy another taste,

afterward, to my office I make haste.

With my cup full, I drink to keep my brain from turning to cotton,

and to jot down my thoughts so they won't be forgotten. 


I would be remiss not to mention that I'm currently working on book number two in my Coffee and Dessert Series. 

If you'd like to check out book one and my other books, you can find them on my website, at:  Jan's Website


Take good care. I bid thee adieu until the next post of Coffee Cup Ramblings and Ridiculous Poetry.