Isn’t Love Grand


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Hilda sat on her front porch chewing her tobacco. She knew that today  was the big day. The day for lovers. The day to show how much you  loved your soul mate. This was the day that she worked the hardest. The one day she could guarantee some hot and heavy petting from her dear old beloved man.

Hilda and Arnold had been married for over fifty years. The kids had been raised and all that was left now was to live out their days with no  hassles. They had lived with Arnold’s parents for a few years before discovering this fine piece of land.

Sitting on the land was a house that was prettier  than anyone could ever have laid eyes on. They bought it with a spit and a  hand shake and moved right in. For weeks and months they spent every minute they had sprucing up the place.

Between him working at the local factory and  raising young kids, they squeezed in hot romantic nights and work in their gardens. They had two gardens. One was for the eyes and the nose. The biggest flowers you ever did see grew here. The other garden was to keep their bellies full. They grew anything that would didn’t die within the first few days.

Every week when Arnold got his paycheck, the first thing they did was hide a twenty-dollar bill under their mattress. Then every Friday night you could see the entire family at the town restaurant ordering their favorite food; fried chicken.

Next they would get some meat and staples from the corner grocery store. After that you didn’t see hide nor hair of  them until the next Friday. They had a good life. For every meal they ate together, they held hands and gave thanks to the good Lord for this fine food. Each night you could observe the kids kneeling beside their beds  saying their evening prayers.

As with most couples the longer you are together, the less you enjoy those special moments in the bedroom. Hilda missed these times and always looked forward to Valentine’s Day.

Today was her day. Arnold had gone into town. He said he had some errands to run but she just knew he was in there picking out something just for her. She spat out the last of her chew and went into the kitchen. She took out the piece of meat she had been thawing out in the ice box and put some potatoes and carrots in it. Putting it in the oven she then proceeded to whip up a cake. She would carefully smother it with some icing that she had laced with some cherry juice to give it some spicy color.

While the cake was baking she ran some water for her bath. She added some rose petals from her rose-bush. She wanted to make sure she smelled real good for her man. She picked out her best dress and gently laid it on her bed. She checked the cake and it was done so after taking it out of the oven she carefully sat in her tub of roses.

She lay there thinking back over the years. She smiled as she remembered her life with Arnold. He had been good to her. He was a good father and they both enjoyed their grandchildren. They never had much but they had plenty of love and that was all that mattered to them.

After drying off and getting dressed she checked her hand mirror. Looking at herself she pushed some gray strands a way from her face. She noticed a few new wrinkles around her eyes. She had never worn make-up and was proud of her skin today as it had held up well.

For today she would not put her hair up. She would brush it out and leave it lay against her dress. She put  her one and only brooch on her dress and smiled at her reflection. There, she was done. She looked her best.

Out in the kitchen she set the table with her best dinner ware. She had always saved the one clear candle holder that she and Arnold had received on their wedding day. She put a candle in it and then proceeded to make her frosting for her cake.

After everything was done she went back out on the porch and sat in her favorite rocker waiting for her man to come home. She must have drifted off to sleep because she was startled by something being placed in her lap.

She awoke and looked up at Arnold and saw him smiling. Sitting on her lap was a brand new box of chocolates. They were in a red heart-shaped box. On top of the box sat one red rose.

Hilda inhaled the beauty of the rose. It smelled so good. She stood up and placed  her gifts in the rocker. She put both her arms around Arnold and gave him the biggest hug ever. Picking up her things she took Arnold’s hand and placed it in hers. The two walked in the house  to begin their celebration.

 

Daily Prompt; 32 Flavors/ The Daily Post


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Daily Prompt

Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?

I am red and white and oh so cold

I come in a cup and if I may be so bold

I do not share what I doeth eat

You will have to get your own sweet treat

I can actually cost a lot

I dig for change and give all I got

I sit in my corner all by myself

Looking as if I am made of wealth

I take a bite and my eyes do spin

I think it’s the lottery I did win

I let it linger on my lips

I know I know it’s going to my hips

I make each bite last oh so long

Inside my head I am singing a song

This is a treat for me today

To ride my bike along this way

To sit here in the booth, just me

This strawberry cheesecake is my cup of tea

 

Did you figure it out my friends? No chocolate or vanilla for me. It is the Strawberry Cheesecake Blizzard from the Dairy Queen Ice-Cream Shop

Super Sweet Blogging Award


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Ivonne nominated me for this cute award. Look at the picture. Isn’t it just so edible?super-sweet-blogging-award21

Here is a bit of information about Ivonne. She is so bubbly and full of life. I love reading her blogs and chatting with her.

Who am I? Hmnn….that is a question that I am always asking myself and that is always evolving and changing.

I have been a professional actress since the age of 17.

I have been clowning around and doing children’s entertainment since the age of 19, my “day job” so to speak.

I am currently getting receieved my M.A. degree in religious studies from CSULB in May 2011.

I decided that at the age of 50 I would start learning how to play the piano and guitar.

My passions are sex-religion-chocolate-the arts- travel and my dog Missy.  And now we will add music to that list.  Actually music should have always been there as I am a dancer and a dancer must have music.

This blog is where you will find pieces of my soul, my heart, my mind and hopefully my humor……

The questions I’m to answer:

Give credit to the person who chose to nominate you:  Ivonne

Answer the super sweet questions.

  1. Cookies or Cake? cake any day and make it sugar free chocolate with sugar free chocolate frosting, and then put it in cupcake form so I only eat one at a time hehe
  2. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
  3. Favorite sweet treat?  milk chocolate
  4. When do you crave sweet things the most? sweet things remain in my mind at any time
  5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?  sweet peach

The final requirement for receiving the Super Sweet Blogging Award is to name a baker’s dozen (13) of my favorite bloggers.

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utesmile
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rebecca2000
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Tilly Bud – The Laughing Housewife
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AinaBalagtas
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In Looking Out


Snowflake

The frost is on the pumpkins

And covering all the ground

The snow is gently falling

Not making any sound.

The fireplace is burning

And I am watching from where I sit

Drinking hot chocolate from a cup

With an added bit of nip.

Soft music playing in the back

Fills the room with so much grace

I love how it relaxes me

And takes me away from human race.

Some don’t care for winter cold

They would rather it be real hot

But for me, the beauty of virgin white

From snowflakes falling will not be forgot.

Terry Shepherd

10/26/2012

 

Four Seasons


Sun reflecting on the corn

roasting a marshmallow

In the state that I was born

Shadows of trees against the skies

Awaiting the day of new sun rise

Leaves are showing yellows and reds

Soon will by lying on the ground all dead

Rakes in hand will be at work

Cleaning the ground and stirring the dirt

Campfires will be burning bright

Giving off colors of orange lights

Marshmallows and chocolate together will be

A treat to be shared with those around me

Sweatshirts and jackets will be put on

Shorts and tees will be bagged and gone

Pumpkins will turn into scary faces

Kids will trick and treat in all familiar places

Windows are shut and the heat is on

Now we know our summer is gone

For I love the four seasons that we share

Giving us beauty as we tarry there

Snow will come next and then some rain

Then before our eyes summer is here again.