The Holidays Are Coming


Sometimes, when I get down and out

Moon Light

Moon Light

The only way to push it away is to shout

To the world I want you to know

That I miss my parents so

The holidays are coming soon

And as I look way up at the moon

And see the twinkle of the stars

I wonder how in fact you  are

I miss you so, my heart does hurt

I wipe my tears away with my shirt

What I would not give to see you again

And go back in time to you remember when

The smiles the talk the atmosphere

Of mommy and daddy oh so dear

Another year I will spend with Al

And we will try but I know we shall

Be thinking of you and years gone by

I miss u so bad I’m wiping tears from my eye.

Take care of them God and watch ore  them for me

And tell them I love them and some day it’ll  be

My turn to leave everyone behind me

And Al and me will be sitting  oh so near

Until the time comes that only you do know

We shall carry on, and try not to show

Our feelings we hide other days of the year

We will walk together and try to show no fear

The holidays are coming oh too soon

As I look to the skies and up to the moon

I love you mom and dad we shall be with you soon.

 

Terry Shepherd

November 4th, 2012

NaNoWriMo- Chapter 2


Slim wasted no time in getting to the point of why she had wanted to meet with Paul.

Sexy leg

She came out with the words that she wanted her husband dead, and she didn’t care how it happened, as long as no fingers were pointed at her. He looked at her over his glasses, and then took a big swig of his coffee.

Slim glanced around the room to see who may be within hearing distance, and then looked back at Slim.

He said lady, who the hell do you think you are talking to? I am an investigator. I look for people like you. That is what I get paid for, picking out criminals, and now you come to me, asking me if I can help kill your husband?

Slim said, no doll, not you. I don’t want you to do the dirty work, find someone who can do it for me. Paul started chuckling out loud, and Slim glared at him through stormy eyes. He was laughing at her because although she was beautiful, she was one dumb dame, and she was livid with him, because he was laughing at her.

Paul had to know what was making her so crazy, so he asked her what did your husband do to get you all in a tizzy, that now you have no choice but to see him dead. Slim came back with that her husband had cheated on her. He had an affair with her only secretary. She went on to explain that she had given this man everything she had. Her time, her money, her undying devotion, and had helped him to build a successful business, and this is the way he had of thanking her?

Paul had to admit that this was a pretty shitty deal, but still, it didn’t warrant a murder. What about a divorce? Slim said that was too easy. He could still have all that he had and maybe get more from her, than she was willing to let go.

Slim rubbed her leg up against Paul’s leg and let it find its way to his crotch, and then she gave a firm push, letting him know that she was willing to do what it took to get her own way. Paul pretended he didn’t feel her foot against him and continued to talk. He asked her what her plan was to get this done. Slim said that she had thought of a few things, but she didn’t really care, as long as it was simple and clean.

Paul took his glasses off and laid them on the table. He asked Slim if she minded if he lit up his cigar, and she shook her head no. He lit it up nice and slow, letting a couple of rings escape from his lips, letting her know that he could do tricks also.

As he was inhaling his cigar, Slim became impatient and removed her foot from his crotch and got up and excused herself to the ladies room. As she walked away, Paul watched that natural wiggle and the shape of those hips. This was some dame, and he knew that she could prove to be very dangerous to men if left in a room alone with a bed.

When she came back, instead of sitting where she was, she came over to his side of the booth, and without asking, sat down beside, him forcing him to have to move over, giving her room, but also he was able to feel the heat radiating from her body. She wrapped her around his neck, and with two fingers started playing with the fuzz on the nape. This sent shivers down his spine as the fingers felt like silk, and a woman touching his neck was a big turn on for him.

He looked her in the eye, and asked her when she wanted this job done, and how much was she willing to pay for it. Slim said she wanted it done by the end of the month, and that she would make it worth his while. Money was no object, and if she wanted more, she was sure she could find some way to accommodate him. He smiled his biggest smile at her and then nonchalantly told her he would have to think it over, but he would get back in touch with her in a couple of days.

Slim pouted for him, making those lips form into something that he just wanted to reach out to and suck the life out of him, but business was business, and this was not part of the deal. Secretly, he knew that his mom would never approve of this doll.

He stood up and threw some cash on the table and said with a tip of his hat, see you later Slim. He walked out the door not looking back, not wanting to keep the memory of what she looked like, or how she smelled, or the touch of those long, slender fingers.

Before he went back to his apartment, he stopped at the grocery store and got a few groceries he needed. A case of beer, some orange juice, a box of eggs, some cheese, a box of cereal, a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese, and milk and bread.  What a way to live, not very healthy, but damn well easy enough.

After arriving back home and placing the food away, he kicked off his shoes, and turned the television on to see if there were any games on. There was one, so he grabbed his blanket, and sat down in his comfy chair to watch the game, but before he got interested in it, he was dreaming about the beautiful dame.

The next day came, and he was busy at his desk, when he got a knock on the door. He got up and went over to open it, and it was the sweet little lady that lived across the hall from him. She said that her room was cold and she wasn’t sure if the heater was still working. Could he come over and take a quick minute to look at it. Slim said sure, Mrs. Miller, anything for a sweet lady like you.

He grabbed his slippers and put them on and followed her over to her place. He did think it felt a little chilly in here, and so the first thing he did was go to the thermostat and check to see what the reading was. It was set on 55 degrees, and he asked Mrs. Miller why was it set so low? She came over and squinted, taking her glasses off so she could see the small numbers better, and said, oh my, I have turned the lever the wrong direction. Oh, Mr. Paul, I am so sorry. I feel like such a fool. I bothered you when you were busy working, over something so silly. Paul said, don’t worry, honey, it was an honest mistake. I will just turn the lever back up to about, let’s say 72? Mrs. Miller shook her head in agreement to that number. She didn’t move around too much, so she got cold quickly. Paul waited for the heater to kick on and then looked at her smiling, and said it is all fixed now. You are going to be warmed up in no time.

Mrs. Miller went over to her cupboards and pulled out a big container that had peanut butter cookies in it and grabbed a few and walked back over to Paul, and asking him to hold his hands open, she placed the cookies in his hands. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and said thanks, anything for you neighbor. With that she smiled back at him, and walked him to the door, and let him out. She made sure to watch him walk through the hall and into his own apartment.  When she saw his door close, she closed hers also, thinking, what a nice man, he deserves a nice lady friend.

Paul sat back down at his desk to go back to work, but smiled as he thought about the sweet, little, old lady next door.  If she was forty years younger, he would ask her out, and just then, his phone rang. He picked up the receiver and saying hello, Paul here, he heard the gooey voice of Slim.

Have you made any decisions yet about the job I want completed, she was asking through the phone. He could almost vision her standing in the shower, with droplets of water running over her silky body, her voice was so steamy. He answered back with a no. He had not had a chance to go over it yet, and he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to consider this deal, whether he did the work or hired some goon to do the dirty work.

He heard her croon over the phone and said that there had to be some way of changing his mind. What’s your address honey? Tell me where you live and I will be right over. Paul knew this was not a good thing. The last thing he needed in his apartment was this dame and no place to run.  He told her to give him one more day, and he would give her a call, and with that, he hung up, leaving her hanging on the other end.

Picture it & Write, Novemeber 4th, 2012


A goddess, child of the king of the Never Perishing Land. Every man wanted her, every eye could not be taken away from her beauty. A child who had been protected by multiple servants, keeping her virginity safe until the proper date and time.

Everything done for her, she had nothing to ask for that a servant was not there by her side immediately. Dressing done by her personal attendant. Clothes picked out for her, hair done with perfection. Meals prepared for her liking. She was sent to the finest schools in other countries to be taught  fine manners, the best schooling money could buy. An all girls school.

Gentlemen callers were checked with background checks. bloodlines were hunted for flaws. The desire of the parents for their only child was to be  highly respected and to have the finest education, and to marry a proper man with a good upbringing and good blood.

Now the time had come when she had reached womanhood, and her internal desires came to life, wanting to taste life and to feel what stirred in her loins, but the servants were never far enough a way from her to make any ill judgements. There was to be no scarring when this woman was given as a bride.

There was a ball held in her honor of turning sixteen. The virgin was dressed in the finest materials in the world. Gown of heavy fabric, gold locks draping softly around her face, hiding her from all others, to be lifted by the man chosen for her to wed and to bed with.

She came down the staircase, and all eyes fell upon her, ladies curtsied and men bowed down to her as she stepped on to the main floor. Her father reached for her delicate, white hand, and walked her around the vast room, introducing her to many. Business owners, slave owners, men with money. After making the rounds, he led his daughter back to the throne where his wife was sitting, and beside her was another velvet chair, lined in white and trimmed in gold, and sitting in the seat was the man chosen to be her husband.

She bowed to him and her father placed her hand over his, and introduced him as her husband to be. His teeth sparkled as he spread his smile to her to show her his affirmation in choice. She lowered her eyes in coyness and let him take her hand and wrap it within his arm, and he led her to the dance floor, where the two of them led the evening with the first dance.

People stood properly outside of the circle giving the two enough room to roam and to float through the air. When the dance was completed, all clapped and began to trickle out to the dance floor. Gaiety and drinking and music made this a very festive night. Champagnes and many liqueurs were available at a click of the finger. There were pheasants and cheeses, a variety of potatoes, vegetables, and finger desserts to try.

The groom to be led her out on to the veranda and the two waltzed together to the music, and leaning into her ear, he whispered to her that he had waited many a day for this time to come, and he could not wait to make her his wife and to bed her. They would have children and bring a new heir into the world.

Her face warmed  to the touch, as she had also dreamed of this night he was speaking about. He brought his arm to the back of her neck and firmly slid it down her spine to the dip and pressed her firmly against his manhood, letting her know his desire for her.

Her inner body shivered, and heat began to rise inside of her, as the two danced under the stars. They could not stay long out here as they were unchaperoned and alone. He took his hand off of her back side and led her back in to the ballroom, and they mingled and ate and became merry.

The evening ended, with her groom to be leaning in and kissing her hand, and whispering until the next time we meet. With this they parted. She was led by her father once again back to where her mother was sitting and taking her place to the side of her father, she watched as her mother and father said their goodbyes and shook everyone’s hand and said thank you for attending our daughter’s party.

The weeks flew by with numerous parties, and gifts poured in for the wedding couple. Dresses were being fitted, altered, and nothing left behind by the naked eye for errors. Hair was designed and redesigned. Veils tried on and taken off until the perfect one was sitting atop of her head.

The day had come, and this was her wedding day. Every detail had been met and completed. The honeymoon had been planned and the groom was met with to entail him of what he was to do and where to take his bride. A house on the property had been built and furnished for the two, and now the horse and carriage had arrived to take her to the family church.

The double door was thrown open and the wedding party made their way down the red carpet to where the groom was standing. The priest was standing with him along with the groom’s attendants.

The father appeared next with his beautiful daughter on  his arm. Glitter sparkled off the walls and the ceiling. A beautiful sight for everyone to see. Hand in hand they walked down the aisle and her father handed her hand to the groom, and he sat back with his own wife.

The ceremony was more than any bride could ever dream of. So lavish, that no one could even begin to guess the cost of this event. The wedding over, food and drink being drank, the groom was anxious to take his bride a way to make her his own.

The father took him aside and wished them a happy life, and giving him her dowry, he announced that the bride and groom would now be leaving by the front doors, leading to the horse and carriage. All followed them watching them leave, cheering them on for a long life.

They arrived at their destination that had been planned for the two of them, and once inside, he walked to her, and slowly with his lips undressed her and when he had her completely naked, standing in front of him, he looked her over and with no words spoken, her made her his.

Thank- you to:

 

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for allowing me to partake in this writing exercise.

Recipe From My Grandma’s Days


This is a recipe that my Grandma made up until she could no longer sit or stand to cook. As she got older, her love for cooking never ended, and so she would get an old wooden stool and sit in her kitchen cooking.

Today, she is 96, and although, she has remained firmly planted to the old ways of cooking, where you used lard, instead of canola oils, and she ate gravy every day and fried every meat, instead of baking, she is a very healthy woman still.

Here is her recipe, that I use still, in fact, I made it yesterday, a big pot, and shared it with Al and my son and his family, and there is one small bowl left, so this tells me I still got the knack!

 

Home Made Potato Soup With Rivals
Peel potatoes and cut up bite size. Cook until almost complete. While potatoes are cooking, break two to four eggs, depending on how much soup you want, using a whisk, beat them up, add salt and pepper for taste, then mix enough flour to make a pizza dough firmness. With fingers take pieces of dough and roll off of your fingers, allowing smaller pieces to fall in

potato water. Turn burner back up to medium heat and let all cook for another fifteen minutes. You may add butter and cream at the end for extra flavor and texture. Your flour rivals will thicken water, so make sure you start off with plenty of water covering your potatoes for cooking. This is a family recipe that my grandma always made. It is cheap in cost to make and very filling. I have also added bacon bits, a white sauce made from scratch , or cheddar cheese at the very end. Enjoy!!!!
Secrets:
Sometimes I add a can of cream of celery soup, dried onion flakes, spices of my choice, always one being curry, and I quite frequently add shredded cheese.
This post is dedicated to my good friend Bonita! Thanks for the encouragement of trying something new on my blogging!

 

 

NaNoWriMo 1


I thought I would give it a shot. Who knows whether I will be actually to pull it off or not, with

Pin up 1940's

Pin up 1940′s (Photo credit: Intoxicating Artistry)

caring for Al. This is asking for 50,000 words in one month, but I will try.

Here is my first chapter:

It was an eerie night as Paul, the detective, left his office, and walked down the alley to his car. It was eleven at night, and the only movement to be seen was prostitutes on corners and wild cats wandering through the streets looking for their own action.

The chill was nipping at Paul, and as he pulled his over coat closer around his collar, a black cat jumped out in front of him, and scared the crap out of him. Damn cat, he thought to himself. Go stir up trouble in your own territory.

Reaching his car, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and was getting ready to slip them into the key hole, when he felt something hard slam him in the back. It forced him to flip around like a crazy animal and bring his knee up into the person’s groin, throwing his elbow into the neck of the person who was attacking him.

He yanked off the assailant’s hat and mask and to his amazement; he discovered it was a woman. He quickly looked her over and wondered why in the hell some woman was here attacking him, a man! He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was a drug addict and most likely she was hitting him up for a few dollars for another hit. He pulled out a twenty from his pants pocket and threw it at her, telling her to go on now, get the hell out of here.

He shook his head getting into his car. People, a bunch of crack heads. Why did they let their lives go to the dogs?  He started his car and took off out of his parking spot, and drove the fifteen minutes it took to reach his apartment.

He pulled in under the car port and glancing around and behind him, he got out, locked the car, and went in the main door to the elevator, and hit the number five button, taking him up to his pad. Once inside, he threw his coat and his hat on the couch and went to the refrigerator and grabbed himself a cold beer. He lit a cigar and sat down at his desk, kicking off his shoes.  Man that felt good, he always did hate wearing shoes. He wiggled his toes and then yanked his socks off. Now, that was better.

He inhaled on his cigar, blowing rings into the air, and looked at his watch. Midnight, wow, this day had flown by, and yet he felt like he hadn’t got crap done today. It just seemed like he was chasing down a bunch of clues getting no results.

He sat there for a while, just relaxing and going over in his mind the day’s activities. He discovered by the growl of his stomach that he was hungry. When was the last time he ate? He thought for a moment and realized he didn’t even take the time to stop and eat anything. He butted out his cigar and got up and walked over to the refrigerator, and took a long hard look, trying to see what he might be able to make quickly, but nothing jumped out at him, and this may be because the refrigerator had not been refilled in some time. He needed a woman. A woman would get him groceries and clean up this dump.

He hadn’t been able to find a good woman. All the women he came across just wanted him for one night stands, and he wanted better than this. His mama had always told him to marry a woman like her and he would be married for the rest of his life.

He shut the refrigerator door and walked over to the cupboards and looking in them, he found a can of soup and grabbed that and opened it and heated it up on the stove. He toasted some bread and this was his supper. After eating he went back to grab his cigar, put the daily newspaper under his elbow and headed off for the john to do some reading and relaxing.

He sat on the john for almost a half an hour reading his paper and doing his business, and when finished, he flushed the stool and took a good look at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. He said to himself, you are starting to show your looks old man. The wrinkles are starting to set in deep. He rubbed his hands over his beard, and thought, not tonight, tomorrow morning he would get up early and shower and shave.

He walked across the hall into his bedroom, stripped himself down to the briefs and crawled into bed. He arranged his pillow to his liking, rolled over on his side, and lights being put out, he was fast asleep.

The next morning came too quickly but the sun was shining in his eyes, where he had neglected to pull the blinds from the night before. Damn sun, why couldn’t you be cloudy today? He was not ready to get up, and he looked at his watch and it was only seven in the morning. This was bull he said to himself, I need a few more hours of sleep, but he knew that in reality, he had a meeting with a client in an hour, so he forced himself to get out of bed.

He walked out to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, and then went over to the living room and flipped on the morning news.  Next he went to the bathroom and started his shower, and shaved while the water was warming up. He liked his showers nice and steamy, just like his women, but he had to remember, nice women weren’t steamy, they had to be like his mama, in order to get married and stay married.

Shower done and dressed for his appointment, he went out and poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and went in to the living room and plopped himself down on the comfy chair to drink his coffee and watch the news.

His time was up and the news was over. He walked over and set his cup on the counter, and got his jacket, hat and keys and let himself out of the quietness of his home and into the streets. The sun was really bright this morning. The news said it was going to be a gorgeous fall day. Walking over to his car, he started swearing to himself.  All over his windshield was soap scribbling. Damn kids had come paid him a visit through the night and had soaped his car. If he found out who did it, he was going to tan their hides. Stupid kids, didn’t they have anything better to do with their time besides cause trouble?

He got inside his car and started it, using his window washers and had to do this several times before he could see well enough to start driving. He put it in drive and went a few blocks out of his way, and pulled into an automatic car wash business and got his car washed. He glanced down at his watch and saw that he still had time.

He was going to be meeting his client, a woman, at a small diner about three blocks south of here. He left the car wash and went on to meet his client, arriving on time. The client arrived, and he knew it was the right person, by the description of the car, but what he didn’t know, was that his client was a woman. She got out of her car after parking next to his, and as she walked in front of his car to meet him, he whistled to himself, wow, what a beautiful dame. She walked up to him, and introduced herself as Slim, a nick name that she had been given in high school, because of her slim figure. He introduced himself and then got out of the car and together they walked into the diner.

He asked her if she wanted coffee and she said of course, coffee was the starter for the day. The waitress brought two mugs of coffee and sat them down in front of them and asked if they wanted to order anything.  Slim spoke up first, giving her order of two eggs over easy and a slice of whole wheat toast.  Paul thought, what the hell, he would order too. He told the waitress to bring him a couple of scrambled eggs and a nice slab of ham. With the orders placed, the two began their conversation by giving a little background about each of them and then the food was brought, and for a while, no one spoke as they ate.

After breakfast was finished, and the waitress had taken away the dirty dishes, she came back with the pot of coffee and filled up both cups, and then they got down to business of why she had wanted to speak to him.