Monday, September 15, 2014

We all have secrets

A little story I am working on.

  In my small bathroom, hidden behind the locked door, I freed my wounds and stared at them. These were the same hands that had zealously gathered blackberries with my grandpa and had been toughened by the thorns. My "giftly tools". Nightly baths would soften my tender tips so that the morning sun could take me back to my grandpa's side in the garden.Helping on the farm had prepared me early for disappointment, as well as the importance of patience. I thought back to the planting of my first tree.

 "But grandpa, you said it would grow! You promised!" I stammered with shaking lips and wrinkled brows. Blonde curls stuck to my forehead from my sweaty attempt to be a tree grower. I looked first at the two foot tree that I had watched daily for weeks, then up at my grandpa's face to wait for his answer. His callused hand rested on my shoulder and he was close enough for me to smell his hard working body.

 "Listen, Little One." And he stayed quiet like he always did when he wanted to be sure I was paying attention."You have the seed, right?" I looked down at the ground and nodded my head, but refused to speak. My eyes swelled up behind the lids with determined tears, and like the big girl that I was, I held them in. "And I gave you the tools, correct?" I sighed and nodded my head again. "The rest is up to you. It won't be 'your' tree unless you do the work. And it won't grow overnight."

My  young body slumped as I realized that even if my grandpa did have a secret tree growing method, he wasn't sharing it with me. My grandpa didn't hear my final words that day because I had whispered  them just low enough so that he couldn't hear me.

 I repeated those words now into my mirror with those same swelled eyes. "We all have secrets, grandpa."

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

It's never as good as the first cup

Shuffling my songs and using the first line as my writing prompt.
Song = Bubbly
Artist = Colbie Caillat
First line = "I've been awake for a while now. "
The alarm goes off at 5 am and he rises from our bed, leaving me snuggled under the blankets for 15 more minutes. After he dresses and prepares our morning toast and coffee, he wakes me with his soft words. "I have coffee for you, my love." The same seven words that wake me every morning. The seven words that I will never tire of hearing. 

We spend about 30 minutes together before he leaves for golf. Some days I am not far behind, as I head downstairs to my job. Today is not one of those days. Today I will relax and give my back one more day to heal. I will refill my coffee cup and smile as I think of him and wonder why the second cup never tastes as good as the first. It must be his touch that makes it so special and unable to replicate.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Ten things I never told my mom

Today I am sharing a few secrets that I never told my mother.

In no particular order.


I puffed on my first cigarette when I was about 10 years old. My friend took one from her grandma's pack and we smoked it in the back yard.

When I was in junior high I thought it was neat that I got attention for having a sprained ankle, so I rubbed my ankle against the edge of our cement stairs and tried to make it sore enough to need an ace wrap. (it didn't work)

 Once, I took $10 from my mom's purse, and I let my brother get blamed for it.

In 9th grade, at our last gymnastics meet, I told the coach that I was sick, because I was tired of only competing against one other girl in competitions. It ruined my chances of getting acknowledged at the year-end athletes banquet.

When I was a cheerleader, the captain approached me and said that the other cheerleaders complained that I smelled bad and maybe I needed to wash my uniform or take a shower more often. I was crushed.

One time I got so mad at a family down the street that me and a friend snuck out, when she was spending the night, and dumped a whole bunch of kitchen spices and condiments into their gas tank.

  When I was in high school, I joined some classmates at Godfather's pizza after a football game. Weeks later I found a nasty note in my purse that some of the girls had written to me that night, in my own notebook.

When I was left at a concert in 11th grade I got into a van with some "roadies". I thought they were going to take me home, but the driver got on the ramp to the Interstate and was heading out of town. They stopped and let me out of the van after I started freaking out. I ran, in the dark, for nearly a mile (or seemed like it), to a hotel, and called my father to pick me up.

I used to smoke in my bedroom and blow the smoke out through the window screen and when that got old I just took out the window screen and climbed out to smoke on the front porch.

My father had a collection of dirty paperback books that he kept in the bathroom cabinet, under the sink. I used to take them to my room and read them. This is how I learned to speed read.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Buffalo Pork Meatballs


Today I saw a recipe for buffalo chicken meatballs, but I altered it so much, I ended up with a brand new recipe. These meatballs are delicious !! 


prep time : 10 minutes
cook time : 20 minutes (350F)
yield : 36 meatballs


1 pound ground pork
1 egg
3/4 cup breadcrumbs
1-2 carrots
1/4 onion or more
1 small yellow squash
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup hot sauce, divided  (recipe at bottom)
1 tablespoon butter


Preheat oven to 350F
Line cookie sheet with foil and coat with nonstick spray
Cut the carrot, onion, and squash into large chunks and place in blender or food processor
Pulse into small bits
In a large bowl, combine the vegetable mixture, pork, egg, breadcrumbs, garlic powder, salt, and 1/2 the hot sauce Gently fold together to combine, but don't over-mix
Form the mixture into small meatballs. The recipe I saw said 24, but I was able to get 36
Bake for 20-25 minutes
Add the butter to the remaining hot sauce. Add more butter if you want a milder sauce. Use this to drizzle over your meatballs when serving.

Hot sauce :
2 Tablespoon cayenne pepper
1/3 cup vinegar
3 tablespoons water
1/4 teaspoon salt

mix well

Refashioned some pajamas

 I had such a good day today, doing something that I have not done in ages.

 Today, I sewed.

A few days ago I went to Kmart and found some Joe Boxer pajamas on clearance for $1.99. I decided to buy three sets, but since I live in sunny (usually) Florida, and because they were extra large sizes, I knew that I would have to alter them a bit.

Today I didn't have to work, so I got right down to business.

Here is a photo of the pajama bottoms. A little big don't you think?
(added photo again after it was deleted somehow)

I tried them on, inside out, marked them, and made my first cut. There was no turning back now !

I got out the iron, and pinned the hem in place.

They were now perfect in length, and it was time to tackle the waist and sides.

It felt so great to try them on and see how well they fit.

I had a few options for making a top, but I really couldn't decide what I wanted to do, and I wasn't ready to cut into that remaining checkered fabric. After looking through my sewing box, I came across this black turtle neck that had been in the closet for years.

I know it looks like my shorts are uneven, but they must have been bunched up.   whoops !

I cut off the sleeves and used the bottom cuffs of the bottoms to add a little trim.
I got rid of that turtle neck and did a quick blind stitch around the neck line.
I also took the shoulder seam down a few inches.

 Loving my new lounge wear !

I have a lot of material left to play with, so stay tuned.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Starting Over – 100 Word Song

Every stinking time I leave a comment on a blog post the Google thing wants me to share my last post and it is downright depressing because the previous post is nothing more than a blah blah blah post about ranch dressing (no offense Kraft).

 It was past time to write something new, so here it is.

Tonight I found myself on this blog called My blog can beat up your blog. You know you would have clicked it too.

I do love a challenge and there was one staring at me.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

The challenge was to write 100 words inspired by John Lennon’s Starting Over.

Starting over?

No thank you, John Lennon. I don't want to.

Things are perfect just the way they are.

If it's not broken, don't fix it, isn't that what they say?

He says that our love is special; hasn't it always been?

Ten years of growing with him at my side. 

Yes, time does fly by so quickly, but it also stands still.

That touch. That look. That smile.

Time stands still.

My wings are clipped. Nowhere to fly.

 Forgive me world.

I am preoccupied right now with his love.

Absorbed with being in love with him.

Not starting over.