Addiction #31 The Group

Oh my, I wrote this 7 years ago and it’s been sitting in my blog draft box all this time.  A little insight:  the community in which I live has an egroup that can, at times, get out of control.  There are moderators that do a decent job, but some of the posts that slip by them are truly hilarious.  I must say there are a lot of “inquisitive” folks here as well as those who will try to sell you their junk by embellishing the description when posting…caveat emptor!!

I have been moderated off the group for posting my attempt to bring some humor to my neighbors.  I was told the group was not designed for such frivolity…hmmmmm!!


ADDICTION #31   April 9, 2013


Addiction to the Group


I’m feeling ashamed for not having penned

An addictive poem for you, my friend.

The PebbleCreek group has mellowed a bit.

Writer’s block’s been on me, but here I sit.


Today, I’m trying and testing myself

To reach up, pull a rhyme off my poetry shelf;

Perhaps be inspired to shake up my brain

And get back into the ole’ groove once again.


I’m watching those posts and hoping to read

About an article to help plant my poetry seed.

But, lately the group’s posts seem to be sane

Whereas in the past, some were so inane.


Sure there were things like toilets for sale,

Bikes and rugs and things that did fail;

‘puters and printers  that’ll scan and they’ll fax.

You can buy a gun and not even pay tax.


Are you looking for tickets to go to a show?

Put it on the group and away you’ll go.

Whatever you need, not really that tough;

For example do you need some golfing stuff?


Just ask, and most likely you’ll get a reply.

At least I can say it’s well worth a try.

Do you need a painter to spruce up your house;

Or pest control for the pesky mouse?


There are those who keep a list that they will share.

Whatever you need, you’ll find it there.

How about knowing how much rain we did get?

Don’t have to go outside or even get wet.


Did you happen to see the police drive by?

If not, it’s on the group in the blink of an eye.

Those pigeons are still, to some, a concern

As are the drivers who fail to signal a turn.


I’ll watch for material to feed my addiction

Knowing I can write without a restriction.

Pass on a subject and I know what I’ll do…

I’ll write a poem that’s especially for you.


Kermit Frye




Life is “Just Right” in Arizona

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Addiction #32 GatorADE Aid

OK, here goes.  As you can see by the date below, I wrote this 5 years ago.  Our gated community has an egroup whereby one can post items for sale or items needed or recommendations or requests for services, etc.  There are those who also utilize the group postings to voice inane complaints and other rants.  These are the posts that feed my hunger for composing responses to demonstrate the futility of voicing that about which no one else gives a crap!!

(my poems are my addictions)

ADDICTION #32 July 20, 2015


Oh, terrible news in our fair hood.Terrible news | Hotessa Laurence
A worker did not do that which he should.
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 The bottle was made of plastic you see,

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Made to last for eternity. Eternity

The resident refused to pick up that trash.
Instead, toward the worker he’d rather lash;

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Find out which company hired that jerk;
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Was the resident angry with grumpy pants?

Grumpy Pants - Imitation of Mink
Did he, by nature, have often rants?

Some even offered to retrieve that toss Picking Up Trash Stock Photos And Images - 123RF

Making the resident feel like the boss.

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And thus, that offer he did refuse; Why Is It Hard to Say “No” and How Can You Get Better at It ...Why Is It Hard to Say “No” and How Can You Get Better at It ...

Therefore the writing of this terrible news.

The bottle was labeled with GatorAde.

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Perhaps in China it may have been made;

But here on a yard it has come to rest.

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How long it will be there is anyone’s guess. Biodegradable plastics are not the answer to reducing marine ...

We can only hope the banter will fade

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When the resident comes to the GatorAde’s AID.


Kermit Frye




Life is “Just Right” in Arizona

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Addiction #33 Zip-on-Leg

I have recently been inspired to jump on my WordPress page and post something.  Some poems have been sitting in my draft file for a bit too long.  I have been waiting for inspiration and time to attach some photos to said poems.  The time is now…


Addiction #33  Feb 5, 2017

Zip-On Leg

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Pirate Peg Leg Picture for Classroom / Therapy Use - Great Pirate ...    Perhaps it fell from someone’s peg,                        

There on the ground a zip-on leg. Mxinran Compression Socks, New Compression Zipper Sox ...


Should I pick it up or let it lay?  Library of pick it up clip freeuse stock png files ▻▻▻ Clipart ...

They who lost it 3 Important Elements of a Customer Case Study - Business 2 Community may come this way;

Searching… for they know it’s gone,  Homer Simpson cries when Star vs The Forces Of Evil it's gone | Fandom

Dawn by Sappheiros on SoundCloud - Hear the world's sounds Maybe lost in the dark pre dawn.


Did they feel a chill  I'm Awfully Cold    when off it fell? 

Perhaps they could not even tell. I Don't Know

I Know It Clipart I know that I would probably know

If my zip-on leg decided to go. 


I’d place it on a Kare-Bears seat                                            Concrete Bench Outdoor Furniture Patio Decor Patio Bench | Etsy

And hope it’s not a difficult feat; Complex Difficult Task Or Question Un Business, Problem Concept ...

That zip-on leg be reattached

Ensure that tab is tightly latched.  ZipperMend: Fix and Repair Broken Zippers


Vector Illustration Opposite Black And White Head Face Silhouette ...      It’s not a sight you want to see

While walking along  Peaceful Walk in the Forest by Girl-With-Wings13 on DeviantArt peacefully;

A zip-on leg just laying there.

One leg covered, one leg bare.

  One Welly, One Bare | Latitude Festival | Tamsin Chapman | Flickr


A leg you thought, is what I mean.  The What,” “The How,” And “The Why” Of Native App Preloads ...

Buy UFOTV Presents: I Know What I Saw - Microsoft Store             That’s not the item that was seen.

Reporting that would have been tacky;             Uncool |Attitude

The zip-on leg was made of khaki.

Zip Cargo Pants | Pant So


Kermit Frye – 2/5/17




Life is “Just Right” in Arizona

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Addiction 30A The coyotes

This addiction is the result of postings in 2012 on the PebbleCreek egoup – amazing!!!

Addiction #30A  November, 2012


It just doesn’t seem to make sense to me    no sense

idiocy Those amongst us can express such idiocy.

But here on our group of learned folks  educated folks

The postings I read must certainly be jokes. jokes

help.jpgIt starts with one who’s asking for help,

When late at night they “here” a yelp coyote howl

Of a coyote welcoming the newest member; coyote put

As occurs most often in mid November.

coyote pups They may have two pups or as many as eight,

Depending upon if the food has been great –

The food in the form of rabbits bunny and doves dove

And anything else that a coyote loves.

Leave ‘em alone, they were here before us.

The postings continue like an annual chorus. chorus

They’re part of nature, let’s share the land

indian band            Like we didn’t do for the Indian Band.

Some want to inquire of the Indian troops

What they did to rid those coyote groups. indian hunter

Can we move coyotes to a new location desert

Indian reservation         Like we did the Indians to a reservation?

A massive kill proved not to work.  coyote slaughter

Whoever proposed that was certainly a jerk !


They were here first, we’re the invaders.

They’ve even withstood the big earth graders. earth graderearth grader

Some wish to hold the HOA liable .      hoa fault

Laughing so hard, it’s making me cryable !laughing tears

I’m told when you hear a howl in the night  coyote howl

bunnies Bunny population was reduced just a slight.

Twenty-three howls recorded to date,

But some say they have ID’ed twenty-eight

One said the reason we can’t run em’ all off coyote running

The coyotes are here because of the golf.  coyote golf course

So when you’re out at night to let your dog pee,

dog peeing

Put ‘em on a leash, don’t let ‘em run free

This subject is closed, but if you don’t remember;

Not to worry, it’ll be back again next November.

Kermit Frye


Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona

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Far Right, Far Left, Conservative, Liberal, Socialist, Democrat, Republican, Independent – What is going on with us AMERICANS??? I have never seen so much hate and discontent being splashed on every media outlet available. Sure we all have our opinions, hopes, worries, dreams for a better America and a better personal life. Are there evil Democrats?? …Are there evil Republicans?? …are there evil Americans?? …of course there are!! But I don’t hate EVERY Democrat, EVERY Republican, EVERY woman, EVERY African American, EVERY Muslim, EVERY Jew, EVERY Native American. There are a lot of people I don’t LIKE, but HATE seems so FINAL. For those who focus so intently on THEIR party-affiliation and totally disregard the opposing party’s views, maybe, just maybe, if you took a moment to realize that those folks are not your enemies…they are simply Americans with a different perspective. The mud-slinging does no more than belittle your own self. It amazes me how many untruths are spread about a group or a person with no substantiation. I have “friends” on Facebook that post one-sided, evil comments and as tempted as I am to respond, I do not. I respect their right to voice their opinions, but am disappointed when their posts are vile and so prejudicial and unproven. Do I unfriend them…no…As long as they accept me as their friend, they remain mine. I can’t change their beliefs. As screwed up as a lot of us think the US Government is, it is comprised of many people of many beliefs, and we’re still here. I like being an AMERICAN…I LOVE being an AMERICAN…E PLURIBUS UNUM


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Oh no, not again, what have I done?

Okay, so it’s Christmas time and one is supposed to feel gleeful and loving and cheery and gooey and all those feelings associated with this time of the year.  I get that.  I actually feel those feelings…but, then something pops up and takes away those feelings briefly.

I do the social media thing like a lot of people; however, I’m not obsessed as some are and don’t flood the market.  My postings are occasional.  Maybe there are times when I post too often in short bursts, but I try to limit myself.  Sometimes I put out to the public silly or stupid things.  I’ve been known to delete something after it’s been out there for just a short while, because I know I should never have done it in the first place.  Unfortunately, those postings that I delete may have already been noticed by some.  Just like words that come out of your mouth and you regret you ever said them, that’s how those deleted postings remain in the minds of some.  That brings me to the reason for this, my blog…

I do the Facebook thing.  I’m not exactly sure how long I’ve done it.  When I first signed on, I thought it was a super way to reconnect with long lost friends and a way to put myself out there for friends searching for me.  It was nice to see a Birthday wish or a family gathering of people I knew.  Gradually, the postings became more like commercials on TV.  Friends of friends of friends shared their likes and dislikes.  Honestly, most of those “likes” are of no interest to me.  I can scroll through page after page on Facebook before one small posting may catch my eye.

I bowed out of Facebook for about 3 months.  I wasn’t seeing all the negative posts that irked me.  I didn’t have to scroll through page after page of “likes” and “shares” to find one simple posting that interested me.  I felt some peace.

Well, I signed back on to Facebook about a month ago thinking I’d try again.  Not sure I’ve done the right thing.  I’m trying to keep an open mind and not be so critical of postings that I think should never have been put there.  I have the urge to make a rebuttal comment of a friend’s posting degrading another human, but that might just make my blood pressure rise and blood boil, so I’m holding “my tongue”.  Any posting I make, I shall try to make it a positive one.  I may even “unfriend” some more friends (I’ve already done that to some because of their negativity).  It may be that I’ll have a Facebook page with just good friends and no bad friends.  Is that an oxymoron??

Look out Instagram…


Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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The Plan

I have not visited here lately.  I suppose that’s because I really don’t expect anyone to be interested in the thoughts that originate in my head and find their way to my fingertips on the keyboard.  But there have been times when I wish I had taken a moment to let those ideas, thoughts, feelings and desires transfer from my head to the written word.  With that said, I take a moment now.

I think of myself as a person who can multi-task and a person who very much likes to plan ahead.  Put those two attributes (or faults, if you will)  together and that, in my mind, describes me.  Obviously there are situations where I’d be better served to focus on a single task.  I’ve been known to create problems by trying to do too many things at the same time.

Multitasking aside, I write more about my planning abilities.  I don’t mean any major plan that came to fruition and made me famous or rich.  It’s the plans made throughout my life which gives me satisfaction.  In elementary school, I planned to have good penmanship and spelling abilities.  To this day, my penmanship is excellent and I’m a very good speller.  I practiced calligraphy and though no expert, I can produce an acceptable work in calligraphy.  In the intermediate levels of school, I planned to befriend strangers and today, you will see me greet strangers with kindness and respect, no matter their position in life.  In high school, I planned to learn English grammar so I could communicate with understanding.  Still today, I prefer to communicate via written word more so than vocal or visual contact.

I planned to join the USAF after High School graduation and less than a month after that graduation, I was on my way to basic training in Texas.  I planned to do well in my tech school in the USAF and I succeeded in learning the Morse Code required.  I later in life utilized Morse Code when obtaining a license and operating an Amateur Radio station in my home.

I planned and completed my 4 years of military service. I planned to find a companion and spend my life with her.  That happened before I was discharged from the USAF.  We planned a life together with children, a nice home, and stability.  Judy and I are still paired after almost 57 years.  We have a nice home and are living a stable, happy, retired life.   We had 3 children.  Sadly, our oldest left this earth before us.

I planned to become an Air Traffic Control Specialist for the Federal Aviation Agency, but upon exit from the USAF, the FAA did not need new hires.  Being an Air Traffic Controller was my lifelong ambition.  Disappointment!!  With a young family, I planned seeking a job with benefits.  Sandia Corporation gave me that opportunity, and I progressed from messenger-boy to electronic technician with the company.  That was six years of planning.

Six years into my job at Sandia Corporation, the FAA started a hiring program and my true lifelong career desire was there in front of me.  I had no doubt they’d hire me.  I knew I would be good at that job.  I planned to be the best.  I did that job for 28 years and I KNOW I was good, really good and never doubted that I was the BEST Air Traffic Control Specialist, ever.  The reason I felt that way was because I was a planner and tried to always stay ahead of situations that only an Air Traffic Controller can understand.  One thing I didn’t plan was returning to air traffic control after retirement, but was called upon to instruct future controllers.  My retirement at that time lasted one year, then I planned to make sure only the best succeeded the training requirements.

I planned to retire in an area of mild weather and recreation choices.  We live in Arizona (okay not so mild in summer), but living the good life and enjoying golf.

I planned to always have funds set aside if possible.  We are not rich, not poor, but we are comfortable and still add to the savings funds monthly.

I plan to live 160 years!!

So while walking my dog today, all these thoughts came to me.  I realized how much I have really planned.  What is so rewarding is knowing that most all of my planning has been successful.   Will I live for 160 years?  I still believe I can do that!  …but, realistically I plan for my end.   And you know what, it’s kind of exciting thinking of that moment and realizing you planned that and you’re successful.  I’m looking forward to that with satisfaction knowing I’ve achieved my final plan.

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My #1 child

Losing a child is a very traumatic happening in anyone’s life.  Losing a young child seems to be even more devastating.  I say “seems to be” but in reality, losing a child of any age can be such a sad occurrence.  Our first born died on January 31, 2017.  Tracie had been ill for quite some time, but we really thought she would outlive her parents.  That is not the case.  So many family and friends have sent their condolences, it is overwhelming.  We would like to acknowledge each one and have tried to do that.  We’re  certain we’ll not send acknowledgements to all simply because of the numbers received.  When I say friends, it wasn’t just our friends who sent condolences…it’s amazing how many friends Tracie had and how she impacted those friends.  When you became a friend to Tracie, you were a friend for life and she tried to keep in contact with all of them no matter where they were.  We could say so MUCH more about our #1 child, but we wouldn’t know when to stop writing.  And with each mention of her name, the tears build, the writing ceases, the mind wanders, the pictures form and the body goes weak with sadness.  I know time, as “they” say, heals the pain, but it will never stop a tear from forming, a memory recurring, or just a sigh.  So much to be said.  Yet, what describes Tracie to me is something so simple.  She’s most always inscribed her gifts to me.  For Father’s Day, 2017, among the gifts she gave me was a small Dr. Seuss book…yep, a Dr. Seuss book for her Daddy.  The book was “Oh, the THiNKS you Can ThinK!”

The inscription she wrote:  Happy Fathers Day To The #1 Thinkers Think Champ!  Who is also the Best DAD Me thinks is FACT June 2017 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOUR ELDEST TRACIE

My tears are flowing, my writing must stop, the memories are flashing, my #1 child’s picture is vivid, my body has weakened, and a long deep sigh has formed.

We love you, Tracie

No more pain for Tracie, but we must endure the ache.  Tracie was a shining light in so many lives.  If one needed help with planning an event, Tracie was definitely the go-to person.  She loved the challenge of making arrangements from anything to a simple birthday party for a two-year old to making all the arrangements for the wedding of a 26-year old daughter.  To Tracie, life was all about family.  If you were part of Tracie’s family, you knew it.  She never forgot a birthday or an anniversary or a Mother’s Day or Father’s Day.  Tracie loved bestowing gifts on her family.  I know of no one who ALWAYS selected the perfect gift for the occasion.  It wasn’t always just one gift, either; she seemed to incorporate small gifts that complemented the main present.

Tracie loved EVERY family member.  Those loved included cousins no matter how far removed.  Her uncles and aunts would know they were special in her heart.  Her parents knew her endless love.  Even in her final moments and through her agonizing pain, she expressed how much she loved everyone.  No sibling could have been more cherished.  Tracie’s love and loyalty for her husband went unmatched.  In Tracie’s heart and eyes, she adored her children and would share her feelings of such pride in her actions and words to anyone who would take a moment to listen.  Of all the love she doled out, none can compare to her love of her two sweet granddaughters.  They knew her as Nana-Banana and she was especially overjoyed to have that title.  All who knew her will have an emptiness in their mind, body and soul; those two very young granddaughters won’t understand that emptiness, but will know that Nana-Banana won’t be far away and Nana-Banana will shine her light of love on them forever.

It is with Amazing Grace that Tracie has entered this world and touched so many people with her love.  And it is with Amazing Grace that we cherish her memory and look forward to being with her again.

Tracie Allyn Frye King, age 55 of Goodyear, AZ died July 31, 2017 in Phoenix, AZ.  She was born May 20, 1962 to Kermit and Judith Grey Frye in Albuquerque, NM.  Tracie was a thespian at El Dorado High School class of 1980.  She attended college at Eastern New Mexico University and graduated from Fresno Pacific University.  She was a Corpsman in the US Navy from 1983 to 1984.  Tracie worked as a school teacher.  She continued her love of acting as a Community Theatre Raisin Cain Player.  She was a member of the Kingsburg, CA Women’s Club as well as a member of the Kingsburg First Baptist Church.


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Addiction #30 Flying Rats

Addiction #30  October 2, 2012

Addiction to Flying Rats




Think of the tune to “Up on the housetop, reindeer…”

Up on the housetop pigeon’s feet  pigeons

We can all see them from the street

Down on the shingles with lots of poop  Bird Poop

All for the PebbleCreekers group


Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.



First comes the folks who like to gripe AlrightAlreadyLogo1400

While the poop dries out and does not ripe

Give them some humor for laughs and cries

lolAnd when looking up they’re should shut their eyes Face poop


Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.



Next comes the lovers Bird Lovers  who like the birds.  

Oh, they don’t mind those avian turds.
wooden slat chairGet them a chair with wooden slats  

So they can watch the flying rats. 


Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making me sick.



One more verse will I now write

And hope you can visualize this sight. visualize

Just get a hammer and lots of tacks

Hammer and tacks

And insure your roof doesn’t have any cracks.

Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?  Ho, ho ho! Why don’t they go?

Up on the housetop, click, click, click,

Down through the eaves, it’s making… me… sick!!

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…

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Addiction #29 Chick-Fil-A

 Addiction #29  7/28/1012


Addiction to Chick-Fil-A


Perhaps you’ve wondered why I’ve penned no addictions?

writer's block

I can’t really blame the moderator’s restrictions. no-no-no

Couldn’t seem to find the material I needed.

Now, because of the Creekers, my mind has been seeded!



I’ve been waiting for some crazy nonsensical stuff.


And wouldn’t you know it, it was just enough

When those Creeking posters made my day

By ranting and raving about Chick-Fil-A!

couple-arguing1            chick fil a


It had nothing to do with the food they put out.

But, t’was another issue it was about.

Naturally our group has varying views;


And of course the media made it very big news.


If ignored the subject would gradually fade –

That simple statement that Chick’s boss made. same sex marriage

But the Creekers just simply can’t let it go

And thus, the debate just continues to flow.


While the moderators allow it to continue as such

In my mind it’s become a little too much.

Let it go

They should place those debates on total restrictions

As they did to me for my posting addictions!


But, back to Fil-A, I now retreat.

Some gag at the thought of going there to eat.

If that’s your choice, No postings, No grief; 

stop complaining

Bypass the chickin’ and eat mor’ beef!!

eat more beef

Life is “Just Right” here in Arizona…


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