Friday’s Extra Special Super Short Stories!

Summer got impatient … Shoving Spring out of the way …. Shining bright with temps in the 90’s!

Hiking with hubby … “Look at that!” he says, expecting to see a beautiful bird, I look … NOT a bird that I see, but a beady eyed snake!

Didn’t write a fairytale last night … Lived one instead …! 

Some of you may remember me talking about the 19th of May and how my husband said he had a surprise for me. I was sooo curious, but it was well worth the suspense! We had a relaxing day of hiking, visiting some shops and eating at a Bhutanese/Nepalese restaurant. Food was delicious! After supper we drove to the “main event!” which I was still dying of curiosity about. When we got to the theater I thought we were seeing a play. I was wracking my brain about what play I really wanted to see, for he had told me that I would LOVE the surprise! My jaw literally dropped when he gave me my ticket and I saw it was a concert ticket for Blackmore’s NIght!!! We have both come to really love this band, but never dreamed that we would get to see them live. To say that he shocked me speechless is an understatement! They are a European band and just sooo good!! I could have sat at the concert all night, the smile never left my face. Like I said, it felt like a fairytale. Here are some of their songs and I know everyone has different taste so maybe they aren’t your style, or maybe I introduced you to a new kind of music. Enjoy! 

And just one more. They ended with this one. 

The Pocket Watch Magic

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Time was ticking away …. and she was no closer to an answer than she had been hours ago. Groaning she put her head in her hands.

Lifting up her face she stared at  her grandfather’s pocket watch on top of her books. It was one of her most cherished possessions. He gave it to her when she graduated from Law school. He had believed in her and Lizzie wanted to make him proud.

If only he could have lived long enough to see her practice her first case.

Tomorrow she had to present her closing argument in defense of her client. Tamara was Lizzy’s first client, She was counting on Lizzy to save her from the false accusations. False accusations that if the jury believed would land her in prison.

A certificate hung on Lizzy’s office wall. Her name  on a bronze plaque on her office door. But none of those things calmed her nerves. She felt like there were unpopped kernels popping around inside of her.

Sighing she opened her thick file of notes once again. Trying to find a gold nugget. Something to clinch the case.

She checked her grandfather’s watch. That was strange, it must have stopped. It had to be a lot later than it said. Checking her phone she saw that it was 1am.

“Even broken clocks are right twice a day.” Her grandfather’s quote came to her mind.

Something about that quote struck her, what was it? She pondered on it for a few moments.

“Thats it! I got it!” The gold nugget had been found. A satisfied smile spread across Lizzy’s face. “Thanks Grandpa!” She whispered as she looked up. Suddenly rhe lights blinked in the room. Lizzy laughed, maybe Grandpa was giving her a wink. He always had a special wink for her. But it was more likely that the maintenance guy bought cheap lightbulbs again.

“And to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury I ask that you remember one thing as you examine the evidence. Remember that “Even broken clocks are right twice a day.”

Five hours later a nervous Tamara sat beside Lizzy. The jury had reached a verdict. Lizzy knew she had done her best but it was in the jury’s hands.

Tamara was so rigid and Lizzy wasn’t sure if she was hearing the poinding of Tamara’s heart or hers. One would think that there was an elephant walking into the courtroom, as the jury filed in. Lizzy felt like she was in a sauna as beads of sweat ran down her face.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty!”

A shout arose from Tamara and she impulsively threw her arms around Lizzy. “Thank you sooo much!”

Lizzy’s heart swelled, she had done it! Looking up she whispered, “That win was for you Grandpa, we did it!” She touched the pocket watch in her pocket. It would always be with her every time she was in court. Reminding her that things aren’t always as thry seem. “Even broken clocks are right twice a day.”

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Happy Windy Tuesday! Not enough hours in the day once again, but its not midnight yet, so the quotes are still on time. Murphy’s law happened, when the warranty runs out, the oven breaks down. Hopefully its an easy fix. My Fix-It hubby will look at it more after mowing, an exciting day for him. For now the braker is turned off for its the only way to stop the incessant beeping, which the dogs were not fond of. Something is wrong with the control panel. I had just made some hard boiled eggs with no problem. 5 minutes later, beep, beep .. as the control panel flashes the words Error. My son should be happy at least that he got his hard boiled eggs, before he had to go to work. Hopefully Murphy’s law hasn’t affected you today. Enjoy the quotes and have a good evening! 











When the Past and Present Collide!

This is the continuation to Patching the Pieces

She was lying in her bed, holding Patches the Teddy Bear. Melissa had been unsure about leaving her but Darcy Rose knew she needed to get back to work. She assured her that she would be OK.

It felt good to be back home again. These walls held so many memories. Memories that became even more precious after hearing Nan’s story about her past.

To think of how different her life may have been if she hadn’t been rescued. Her body still trembled at the thought.

Instead of a childhood of icecream parties, playing in the park and tea parties with her dollies, it could have been so much worse. A childhood of hell.

She and Melissa had sat in horror as Nan told them the story of little Darcy Rose.

Her parent’s had been on the police radar for awhile, they were just waiting for a big break and they got it. They had been able to get evidence about them being involved with human trafficking. Preparations were made to arrest them, but the police wanted to get Darcy Rose out quickly. They were scared about a deal being made in exchange for her. Time was of the essence.

Being that she often played in her front yard alone it was easy for the cops to grab her from the yard. From there they had taken her to a safe house.

The safe house was where Darcy Rose’s name changed to Natalie and where she met the kind, compassionate couple who ended up adopting her.

Tears fell as Darcy sat up on the bed now. It was going to take some time to work through feelings of her past, but right now she wanted to dwell on the good. Now there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to welcome her parent’s home tonight from their cruise. To embrace the ones she dearly loved. The ones who had given her a forever home.

Darcy Rose and her friend, Melissa, had left her house yesterday. Nan sat at the table looking at the number on the worn piece of paper. Should she really call? Guilt began creeping into her heart, but then … she looked at the foreclosure notices. There was no denying that she needed the money. She told herself that she didn’t have a choice as she picked up the phone.

“Hello. This is Nan, I know where she is, do you have the money? Yes, the girl who used to be known as Darcy Rose.”

Well this was supposed to be the conclusion but…my mind kept going. Will try to wrap it up next week! Thanks for sticking with this story for this long.

Sweet Grandma’s Cooking …When a sandwich gets you in Trouble … What Children teach us … and other Facts


Impressive! Due to my wonderful sense of direction, if Brad was ever a captain of a ship and I had to take over. Welll….who knows where we would end up at!


Sounds like this would be a fun restaurant to eat at.


Being that a blogger friend recently did a post about “honesty with book reviews.” I couldn’t resist posting this. Some people are obviously not good at taking critiscism.


I love this!

I am sure he wishes that he would have finished his sandwich …


Children can teach us so much!

The Troublesome Mountain

I was inspired again by one of Jason’s photos from the sand dunes. It looks like you can reach out and touch them. Enjoy! And Thanks Jason for the inspiration.


Digging in dirt was his job and he could think of nothing else that he would rather do. It was an adventure, never knowing what one may find. Ever since he had been in third grade he had known that he wanted to be an archaeologist. His parent’s had bought him little archaeology kits to play with and books about archaeological digs for presents while he was growing up. Little Ricky would read the books cover to cover several times, but his parent’s still thought it was just a childhood passion that would pass. As he got older though they could tell that it truly was a passion of his and nothing would stop him.

He worked hard and earned scholarships, graduating at the top of his class, Magna Cum Laude. HIs parent’s were so proud. Over the years he had traveled many places to go on archaeological digs. Sometimes the digs uncovered treasures and other times it was just another day of digging in the dirt. Every archaeologist knew that the majority of the time you didn’t find amazing treasures, but even the little things that were uncovered were important. Every object was a piece of history.

One of the most special treasures that he found was what they believed to be Europe’s oldest map!

Not everyone gets to seee their childhood passion come true, and Ricky felt blessed that he was one of the fortunate ones who truly loved his job. But even those who love their jobs still enjoy a break from time to time. This week Ricky was enjoying his break and looking forward to exploring the Great Sand Dunes National Park.

After a hearty breakfast the next morning of some breakfast burritos and strong coffee he made his way out to the dunes. The weather was cool, and the view of the mountains was amazing. Taking off his sneakers he walked through the sand barefoot for a little, it felt good. It reminded him of how often he would go barefoot as a child, running through the lush meadow of his Pennsylvania farm. Then wading in the creek.

But after a little while of enjoying the sand he put his shoes back on. He knew that the sand would get hot soon from the sun and he didn’t want to burn his feet. When he was a child in certain parts of the meadow he had to put his shoes on as well, for he didn’t want to accidentally step in any cow pies. He had made that mistake before as a child, and learned pretty quickly.

Stopping on top of a mound to put his shoes on he rested for a while. It took more energy then the thought climbing these sand dunes. Reminding him that he may not be as young as he liked to think he was.

After a nice break he walked around a little more and then decided to start down. Not many people were aroound, he was pretty much on his own. He didn’t mind that a bit. Solitude was something he relished and made the best of the moments when he got it. Ricky was in no hurry to get down from the dunes so he took his time.

He kicked at the sand a little and uncovered something silvery. Just part of it was sticking out. What could it be? Probably nothing. How many people had walked up and down these dunes, could there really be anything valuable that hadn’t been uncovered? Not expecting much but being curious he squatted down to uncover it fully. A silvery cowbell? What was a cowbell doing here? He knew that there were not cows in the Great Dunes National Park that roamed around. If this truly had belonged to a cow before it had to be really old.

He inspected it. There were words on it, but the cowbell was old and weathered, the words were too faded to read. Had other people found this cowbell before and just let it stay here in the dunes, wondering what they would do with a cowbell? Did the ringer even still work? He guessed there was only one way to find out, but right before ringing it he had a strange feeling come over him. What was going on? Shaking his head he rang the bell, amazed that it still rang quite well. He rang it again. Hmmm… maybe he could think of a use for it. Seemed a pity to let a perfectly good cowbell just lay here to be destroyed by the weather. Maybe he could shine it up and find a way to figure out the inscription. Yes, he would keep it. He went to put it in his pocket, ringing it once more.

POOF! Purple and pink smoke filled the air as he spun around. When the smoke cleared Ricky was bug eyed with astonishment as he looked around. Where was he and what had happened! it was like he had traveled back in time. He was in ancient times, had to be. The question was what ancient city was he in? He noticed a mountain in the distance and something struck him. A feeling came over him that he couldn’t quite describe. Smoke was coming from the mountain, but people didn’t seem to notice.

People passed him by not seeming to pay him any attention which he thought was strange, for he must have stuck out like a sore thumb with the way he was dressed. Then he looked at his clothes and received another shock. He was dressed just like the others. No wonder no one seemed surprised to see him.

Walking in the bustling city he passed tool maker’s shops and bakery’s with kilns and furnaces. There was also a sea port nearby. He couldn’t even think about how he got here, for that was just too much for his brain right now. All he had done was ring a simple cowbell. Maybe he had fallen asleep on the sand dune and was dreaming. But still he wanted to know where he was. Oh, there was a man on the street corner trying to sell his wares He was yelling to everyone. Rick moved closer so he could hear. “Welcome everyone to the great, rich, city of Pompeii!”

Ricky gasped, Pompeii!! If this was Pompeii then, OH NO, that mountain was Mt. Vesuvius! Was this the day that Mt.Vesuvius erupted?? He pulled out the cowbell, he still didn’t see how a simple cowbell could transport him back in time. But right now that didn’t matter, he just wanted to get out of this doomed city! He rang it once and closed his eyes, nothing happened. Oh come on, he rang it again, and still nothing. He saw more smoke billowing out of the mountain, holding his breath he rang it once more. POOF! Pink and purple smoke swirled through the air.

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Coffee icecream … Yay or Nay … Loved it since I was a child … Perfect afternoon treat today. 

Friday the 13th doesn’t scare me … What is something that you have 13 or more of … I have 13 pairs of shoes … Yes, I know, guys can’t relate to that, but … I don’t have 13 or more screwdrivers. 

Is there anything more precious than a newborn baby … Congratulations to my dear niece on the birth of her little daughter … She is blessed with wonderful parents and a big brother and sister who adore her … I am blessed with 6 great nieces and nephews and counting … 


Almost Perfect

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Everything was ready. It was perfect. How could Savannah not be impressed? Surely he would have her eating out of his hand before the night was over. There was a lot of money riding on this business deal, he couldn’t blow it.

His cell phone rang. Pierre looked who it was and inwardly groaned.


“Is everything ready? I am guaranteed a sale tonight, correct?”

“Yes Sir, you can count on me.”

“I certainly hope so. We don’t need a repeat of the Fowler Fiasco.”

Pierre gritted his teeth together. His boss always brought that up. One bad deal and no one forgets it! He would show them. This time was going to be different!

He looked at his watch. “I have to go she will be here any moment. Will call you when its over.”

“Make sure you do! Goodbye!”

Shaking his head he put the phone in his pocket. His boss obviously wasn’t skilled at giving pep talks.

He went downstairs to wait for Savannah. It wasn’t long before he heard the knock on the door. She was punctual.

“Welcome! Come in!”

Savannah looked around. “Not bad. I can tell though that my interior decorator didn’t work for you.”

Pierre bit his tongue. He liked his bachelor pad, who was she to criticize it? He regained his composure and reminded himself that he needed this deal, as he smiled at Savannah.

“I am sure your interior designer is the best around.”

Pierre thought to himself, “If you like modern art, that is.” But he simply smiled, it would be best not to open his mouth.

“If you would like to follow me upstairs I believe you will like what you see.”

“Lead the way.” Savannah teplied. “But wait we aren’t going out on the roof are we? My hair cannot get wet! What if it was to rain, I just came from the salon.”

Pierre felt a knot growing in his stomach. ” Well, you are in luck, there is no rain tonight. It is a calm, clear sky. ”

“Here we are. Sit back and get comfortable.”

His heart filled with hope at the look on her face. He nailed it!

“What an amazing view of the Hot Air balloons. ” Her smile was big and she had a dreamy look of contentment on her face. Pierre started to relax, things were going to work out perfectly.

He explained all about the business deal that he wanted her to invest in. The whole time he talked she kept the dreamy look in her eyes, as she kept looking at the sky.

It was almost like she was in a trance, she kept saying “Beautiful, so beautiful” every so often. Pierre almost wondered if she was really listening.

When he gave her a chance for questions he didn’t have to worry anymore. She had been listening. Her questions proved that and that she wasn’t just a pretty face, she was astute.

He had it in the bag. Feeling so proud that he was able to answer every question and that the answers appeared to meet her approval. Once he finished there was only one thing left to do. Have her sign the contract.

Pulling out the paper he was already savoring the sweet taste of victory. Just a signature away!

“Thank you Ma”am. It will be a pleasure working with you.” Pierre put out his hand and she shook it. They got the contract, he couldn’t wait to call his boss.

A loud clap of thunder startled them and made the cups on the table shake.

“I guess its time to go inside.” He started walking to the door and Savannah was right behind him when the thunder roared.

He turned the doorknob. It didn’t turn! Oh No! His stomach fell, he had accidentally locked the door. “Umm…we are locked out” What was he to say and do?

The first rain drop fell, then the second and third and soon they were falling hard, impossible to count! Savannah’s look of contentment had gone away. Now there was a firm line upon her face and it wasn’t curved into a smile.

Pierre wanted to disappear. His wife wouldn’t be home for another half hour She was the only one who could unlock the door. The rain got harder.

Along with the pelting rain was the sound of Savannah’s ire and yelling about her hair.

Pierre knew he could kiss the sale goodbye. Finally his wife came, and unblocked the door. Savannah didn’t say a word, as she headed back inside with her dripping hair.

When they got inside she asked for the contract. Pierre almost groaned out loud. How could he have been such a doofus, letting them get locked out. He gave her the contract. She looked at it and handed it back.

“Thank you.” And she walked out the door! She hadn’t torn it up! He really had made a sale. She wasn’t as stuck up as he had thought. Oh, how great it felt to be wrong. He had to call his boss.

Two days later Pierre got his mail. Something from Savannah’s personal home address? Pierre stood a little taller, he must have really made an impression. Perhaps it was his own black, luxurious hair.

He opened it up. There was one slip of paper inside. He gulped. Amount owed for ruined hair due to rain: It was the receipt from her trip to the most upscale salon in town.

Patching the Pieces

This is the continuing story to last week’s post,Through the Eyes of a Photo

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They were sitting in the coffee shop across the street. Darcy Rose was enjoying her cookie crumble frappe Her bestie, Melissa, had a white chocolate latte. She was slowly sipping it as she stared bug eyed, listening to Natalie tell her story.

Natalie, who Melissa had known since she was five years old. They were best friends! Now everything seemed upside down, as Natalie sat across from her telling her that her real name was Darcy Rose!

“And that pretty much is my story… at least what I know. As you can tell there are a lot of holes in it that need filled in.” Darcy lowered her head. Then she raised it again and implored Melissa with her eyes.

“What do I do now? Do I confront my parent’s and demand an explanation?” I feel so lost!”

Melissa usually knew what to say when her friend was upset. How to calm her, but this … this was too much, words escaped her. They sat in silence sipping on their coffee, feeling numb.

After a little while Melissa spoke. “I know things look horrible with this newspaper clipping. Like your fairytale turned into a nightmare, but lets not judge your parent’s too quickly. You know how much they love you. I was always at yoir house because your parent’s were so cool! They deserve a chance to explain.”

Darcy Rose twitched her mouth, bit her lip and rubbed her forehead. “I don’t want to think the worse but seriously, what else could it be? Come down from the clouds my always optimistic friend! The article says I was kidnapped!”

“True … but what if they had a good reason to kidnap you?”

Darcy looked at her friend, and something ignited inside of her. “You mean, maybe the kidnapping was actually a rescue of some sorts?”

“Yes, exactly!” Melissa’s eyes grew brighter now. Darcy sat up straighter with a new sparkle in her eyes.

“Okay Nancy Drew, whats next?”

Melissa laughed, “I need some brain food first. What about pepperoni pizza?”

“Sounds good to me. Lets go find some.” They linked arms and walked out of the coffee shop smiling. No one would have guessed the heavy weight on their shoulders. For a brief moment they were just two friends getting pizza.

Nan held the old teddy in her hands as memories flooded back again. How Darcy had loved the teddy bear. It was in the yard , dropped in the grass when Darcy had disappeared at the tender age of five. Back then Nan had kept it as a memory of the sweet little girl, who had wrapped herself around Nan”s heart.

What Nan had learned yesterday turned her stomach and brought relief as well. She was so glad that her friend Margaret had retired from the police force.

For years Margaret had sealed her lips about anything that had to do with Darcy. Yesterday when Nan called her, she was ready to talk and oh what a story she had told.

The ringing of the doorbell interrupted Nan’s thoughts. Who was here? She rarely got visitors in this deserted neighborhood.

Nan felt like she should pinch herself staring at the young ladies on the porch. Darcy Rose had come back.

“Please don’t turn us away. I need answers.” Darcy said. “This is my friend Melissa. Can we come in?”

Nan opened her door and ushered them inside. There was no time like the present. She closed the door and then realized how she still had the teddy in her hand.

The young ladies were still standing, not quite sure what to do. “Have a seat make yourselves comfortable. This may take awhile. Here Darcy, this trddy bear belonged to you. ”

Darcy took it from Nan, thanking her. She stared at it. Something looked vaguely familiar. She remembered talking to a teddy at night in her dark bedroom. Nighttime had always scared her when she was little. But holding Teddy made her feel safe. Was this really hers ? Could it be her teddy bear from long ago?

**Stay tuned for next week and the conclusion of this series.**

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Happy Tuesday! Are you counting down the days until anything special? 9 more days for me! 9 more days until I find out a special surprise that my dear husband planned for the day. I do like surprises, but it is hard waiting. Especially when my husband walks around with a twinkle in his eyes, knowing that I am dying of curiosity. I hope May brings you some happy surprises, big or small. Let the following pictures bring you smiles and I hope you find wisdom and encouragment in the quotes. 



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