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Well, this week I did a bad thing.  A very bad thing.  It was not intentional but that is no excuse.  And as best as I can tell, everything is alright, but I still feel like the worst person to ever walk the face of the earth.

My daughter and I were visiting some very lovely friends.  I really do love these people so much.  So there we were, a room full of pretty much adults and one precious little 6 year old girl who was sitting right next me.  In my excitement to see everyone and the fact that I have not been around a small child around the holidays in probably 10 years or more, I did not have my child mind going.  I was in my adult mindset.  Someone said they wondered when Santa was born.  My daughter looked it up on her phone and said 1773.  In my stupidity, I said, “I know where Santa is buried…Ireland.”  They said, no he’s not.  I said, “Yes he is.”  Then you coulda heard a pin drop.  They all looked at the sweet little girl sitting next to me.  She said, “Santa’s not dead.”  I said, “No, he’s not.  I was just kidding.  What did you ask him for this year?”  She said, “A Furby boom.”  I asked what that was.  She looked at me like I was moron and said, “You don’t now what a Furby boom is?!”  The others explained that it is pretty much what the old Furby’s were.  Then everyone went into the other room to work on the Christmas tree and left me alone with the girl.  I asked her what did Santa bring her last year.  She said, “I don’t remember but my Grandma gave me a cuddle buddy.”  I asked what that was.  Again, she looked at me like I was a moron and held her hand up like she was doing a sock puppet.  She said, “It’s a puppet and a blanket.”  Then she slowed her speech down to make sure I understood.  She said, “A blanket, so you can cuddle,” And she did the hand again and said very slowly, “And a puppet…buddy.  A cuddle buddy.”  Then her eyes looked into mine and she raised an eyebrow waiting to see if I understood.  I said,  ”Ohhh, I get it.  A cuddle buddy.”  She smiled.  Then her eyes lit up and she said, “I remember what Santa got me last year!”  I asked what was that.  She looked at me and thought for a minute and said, “It’s too hard to explain to you.  Nevermind.”  And we retreated to the room with all the other people and the tree.  Before we left, she hugged me goodbye.  I honestly think that in her mind, I am just an idiot.  So it’s all good.  Because, well, I am an idiot.  Or I was that day anyway.  I contacted the family to apologize again and was told it didn’t even phase her.  whew.  I got a repeat lesson in think before you speak.

My daughter had a photoshoot to do, out at the park.  She needed to be in some of the pictures though, so I volunteered to take a few for her.  Mine need some serious work, but it got the done.  I will post one of me and daughter from that day.  It was fun.

And one last thing.  I found out that if you are going to have friends over, you have to warn everyone else in the house in advance.  You don’t want to be sitting there in your pajamas, with cold cream on your face and watching tv when company comes over.  The son in law forgot to warn people and it upset the house.  The fiance ended up in my room, working on her blog.  Later my daughter came back, too.  The girls started working on my son’s Christmas present.  My son kept trying to come in.  The girls would scream at him to leave.  He said he wanted his fiance to come watch a movie with him.  Well, after several attempts to enter or get the fiance to come out, he came back again.  This time he hollered through the door…”Are you coming?”  I yelled back, “No, she’s not screaming yet.”  With that I got a loud groan and MOMMMMMM, from my son.  But it made me laugh and he didn’t come back to bother her again.

Oh yes, and my daughter did a photoshoot with me in my burgundy cape.   After an hours of hair straightening, (I will post a pic), push up bras, being turned, posed, poked and prodded, the pictures didn’t turn out very well.  So I just took one with my phone and decided to try another photoshoot next week out in the woods.  That should be different and maybe the lighting will be better.

There were many other things that happened this week, but those are the highlights.

Thank you for reading and have a great week!  x

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My son’s fiance’s blog:  http://theotherdaughterofshe.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/white-lightening-tantrums-and-crap/

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Today I am writing about something I experienced this week.  I have lived in the same apartment for 4 years and gone to the same Walmart store for the same amount of time.  I love living here and I am sad to be leaving.  Sometimes circumstances dictate where we go and what we do, or at least heavily influence our decisions.  At this point in my life, moving is the right thing to do, though it weighs heavy on my heart.  I did some last minute things this week that I will never experience again.  Things I love.  I visited old New Castle and took pictures of some of the beautiful historic buildings and then on to the waterfront.  It is so wonderfully peaceful there.  While I was there I met a homeless man who told me all of the sites, barely visible just across the river.  I saw beauty in the sun on the water and shining through the trees.  I will post pictures of some of these things.  I closed my eyes and felt the strong wind blow across me, took in the scent of the water, listened to the seagulls and felt the warmth of the sun on my face.  I could feel my heart breaking and sadness engulfing my soul.  Later in the week I would go visit my favorite Irish Pub and talk with the bartender who I just adore.  She is amazing, kind and funny.  Just a lovely lovely woman.

Last thing on my list was Walmart.  There is an elderly greeter at the door there.  When I come in, even in a crowd, he pushes his way to me, takes my hands and kisses them.  He says I am his beautiful Swedish princess and he makes me feel so special.  It doesn’t matter if I am dolled up or no makeup and sweats, he greets me with the same enthusiasm.  I knew I needed to tell him I am moving.  Four years we have danced this dance and now it must end.  I came in the door and he ran to me, kissed my hands and said how much he has missed me.  I told him I was sorry but I would not be coming back as I am moving across the country.  Tears welled up in his eyes, the lines ever present in his face, covered in a soft white beard.  He placed his hands gently on the sides of my face and said, “I need one kiss from my beautiful Swedish princess before she is gone forever.”  And he gently pressed his lips to mine.  Then he hugged me and said how much he will miss me.  I assured him that the feeling is mutual and I left, his sad eyes following me.

Moving is so hard when you grow to love a place and the people within it.  But moving is what I need to do.  My time in this place is over and a new adventure lies ahead.

Until next Friday, I bid you farewell.  x

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Teaser

Posted: August 30, 2013 in history, teaser, writing

Today’s blog is simple.  It is teaser #1 out of 3, for my up and coming novel, ‘The Immoral Injustice of Talisyn O’Reilly:  Ireland Still Calls My Name’.

Until next Friday, I bid you farewell.