Waiting at the Airport

February 12th, 2009 by FergatROn

Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport

What do I do while waiting at the airport?
While waiting for my significant wife -
To scoop me up from the trials of life,
Which is wrapped up in work and public commute -
On the system that so politely answers to “Marta.”
“Hey sweetie, can you take me here and then there
And basically anywhere I please.
I’ll ride you till midnight and do so with ease…”

What do I do while waiting at the airport?
Site seeing is what I see,
Of pure, unadulterated diversity, between you and me.
Some call it “people watching”, others compare it to stalking.
Seriously; if I’m not touching, nor gawking then watching is as polite as talking.
A conversation between my eyes and your movements,
between your written journey at THAT moment and the comma in my sentence.

I’m done rhyming and stretching my stiff-poetic ligaments.
My ride is here, so I must continue with my movements.
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Week 4: Mystery Sauce

February 28th, 2008 by FergatROn

Spaghetti and Sauce

I’m thinking about starting a blog about the adventures or misadventures of my wife’s pregnancy with our third child. The first two were a blur – I seemed to do everything right the first time, the second pregnancy we all slacked up a bit, and we can only image the debacle for this pregnancy. Ha-ha.

I noticed that every pregnancy is different and for some reason, the dark side of me is telling me that this one is going to be a bumpy ride. So; we start out with the how my wife found out that she likes prego sauce… I mean she was prego… you know what I mean.

Happy Birthday

My wife is NEVER late for her monthly menstrual cycle. She started to indicate to me that she might be prego all day, Sunday, February 17, 2008. I forgot what we did that day, but I kept reassuring her to wait it out, “You’re not pregenant – don’t even think that way, haha.” Later on that day, for some strange reason, I got very very peaceful about the whole thing. That’s when I new she was pregnant and God has already dealt with me to accept it. I told her, “Go ahead and get the home pregnancy test, if you want – I’m cool with it.” She got, took it and found out on her 28th birthday that she was pregnant. It quickly followed with a 15-minute consoling hug and she then rushed off to figure her numbers (make sure we can afford another baby).

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