This isn’t quite accurate as far as a Secret Santa Prompt, but in a way, it is, because William The Bloody Good Kitten was a secret gift from me to my husband.https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/secret-santa/
And I’m a rule-bender, so with no further ado, meet my secret pre-Santa gift.
He loves to sit on my legs and I have the scratches to prove it.
He does look good in blue….
...and he knows it.
He’s obsessed with my computer.
He decided to give me a bad review on Yelp after I showed him Siamese cat videos on Youtube.
In no particular order, the following are pictures I took on my vacation in Point Pleasant Beach New Jersey. I can’t seem to pick just one photo, so here’s a random sample. There will be more to follow, with more words attached.
As anyone who knows me knows, I’m obsessed with Cape May and all it encompasses, most specifically the old World War II Fire Tower down by Sunset Beach. The Tower is the setting for one of my WIP’s, an apocalyptic story about a girl who is living out the end of the world at the end of New Jersey, where she has settled into the Tower and made it her home.
The prompt for this Photo Challenge is Unusual Angles, so here are some photos I took of the staircase smack dab in the middle of the Tower. Please enjoy.
AUTHORS NOTE: Random unexpected photos I’ve snapped over the past year…please enjoy, and Mom, I still miss you everyday
Unexpected Seagull at Lobster House Cape May
Unexpected Snow in March 2013 Cape May Washington Mall
Whatever it was disappeared into the ocean. Was it a UFO I saw? Having seen UFO’s twice before in my life, the first time as I was driving over a bridge late at night, as the road was empty, I and three other people saw a USO/UFO as it rose out of the water without a sound, the red lights surrounding the disk shaped object caused the water to look like dripping flames… it’s hard for me to believe that in this huge universe, we are the only ones here. Do UFO’s exist? I can only speak of what I witnessed with my own eyes, and if ever there was an eerie sight, possible UFO’s, at least for me, fall under the heading of ‘eerie’.
my Dad & friend in US Navy
It puzzles me sometimes, when I hear people say “Happy Memorial Day”.
I wonder to myself, what is so ‘happy’ about Memorial Day?
Left to wonder, I decided to visit our friend Wikipedia to see what they had to say about Memorial Day and found, in part, the following:
Memorial Day is a United States federal holiday which occurs every year on the final Monday of May. Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces. Formerly known as Decoration Day, it originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service. It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.
Just as I thought, Memorial Day is a day meant to honor the Fallen Soldiers. More of a solemn day, a day to remember those who gave their lives for our/my Country.
As a child, my Parents would gather us into the car and make our way to visit our deceased relatives to put flowers and flags on their gravesites. There were many in our Family who served in the Military and luckily no one died while in service, but Memorial Day was spent remembering our deceased relatives which unfortunately are many.
While I understand that many consider this weekend to be the unofficial start of summer, in my Family, the unofficial start of summer began when school let out and my Dad took his two week vacation from work; always the first two weeks of July.
Am I just cranky today? Perhaps. Am I bitter and resentful because this is another one of those “firsts”, as in first Memorial Day without my Mom? Probably.
Everyone around me is happy and celebrating, lighting the grill to throw on some good old American hot dogs and hamburgers while trying to encourage me to do the same.
I want to, I really do.
I even have been trying, pasting on that fake smile hoping it will distract from the wetness threatening to spill from my eyes.
I don’t think it’s working very well though.
I can’t visit any gravesite to see my Mom, we followed her request and she was cremated. I can only look at an urn.
Honestly though, I don’t need to go to a certain place to remember my Mom, she is with me always, although it would be nice to have a spot somewhere that is hers.
Hopefully the rose bush I planted in her honor will flourish and grow strong, the way I did under her care. (I’m still working on the being strong part.)
This morning I woke up a little later than usual, having my first cup of tea closer to 8am than my usual 7am. I had one of those toss-and-turn nights so I didn’t get my usual solid sleep required for my body to work, a big no-no when you have fibromyalgia.
Perhaps I was just clumsy, but I found myself tripping over my own slipper, the same pair of slippers my Mom was wearing when she tripped and broke her shoulder and we all know how that turned out. (Cliff Notes version: she died.)
All I could do was imagine, this is what she felt as she was falling. If I felt so shaken up by a fall I somehow managed to avert (thanks for the save Mommy) how must have she felt?
And out poured the tears.
Mom,Aunt Geri,Dad,and a very young me.
Be happy today, light up your grill and celebrate Life. But don’t forget to remember the ones who went before us, the ones who lost their lives in service to our Country, as well as the loved ones who touched our lives and have left us too soon.
In other words; Happy Memorial Day to one and all.
She slipped her long lean legs into a pair of black silk thigh-highs as if she had an audience.
First the right foot followed by the left.
One leg at a time, each foot arched and extended with a slow slide of silk up and up, ending a little bit higher than mid-thigh.
Her legs were stupid long, not that she was complaining.
She didn’t get the big-boobs gene but more than made up for it with her legs.
She padded softly across the room clad in thigh highs and nothing else. Catching sight of her reflection in her peripheral view she resisted the urge to look directly into the mirror.
Opening her dresser drawer, the one that had all her pretties in it, she felt her heart begin to quicken.
Her blue eyes sparkled with delight at the array of color and cloth within reach.
Silks and satins and the softest of cotton. Lace, ribbons, delicate little bows mixed in with soft leather fasteners.
Camisoles and pretty delicate panties mixed with sultry sexy thongs and delicious dainty garters, fabrics and textures tossed together.
Velvets soft and leather even softer.
Her own personal Victoria’s Secret, her own little secret.
Hidden away under her usual jeans and boots, beneath her hard shell, she let herself feel girlie.
She wasn’t a girlie-girl, never was. She felt more comfortable hanging with the guys while their wives sat together and bragged about their about kids and traded recipes.
It’s just the way it was.
She wavered between a sexy red-lace thong and a pretty pink pair of soft panties with matching camisole and went with the red.
They looked better with the thigh-highs she had on.
Stepping into the red-lace she looked around making sure everything she needed was in place, then finally looked in the mirror.
Unconsciously smiling that half-grin he loved she set the timer on the camera.
Anyanka isn’t really a monster, but her green eyes, which no photo can ever do justice to, are piercing and oh so beautiful! Although she was named after a vengeance demon she is the definition of skittish. She sneaks around the house in the midnight hours and for some reason, I’m the only human she allows to hold her.