The Night of the Full Moon (Part 2)

If you missed yesterday’s post which was Part 1, here is a link to it. The Night of the Full Moon

I have wonderful readers and I love how creative they can be. I asked in part 1 about how my readers thought it might end. What choice would Julia make?  I appreciated the answers given and had so much fun reading the creative ideas , that I thought I would see how I could combine them into a Part 2. ENJOY!


Julia stood there still indecisive but knowing she had to make a decision. Their eyes met, his beckoning, and hers confused. What was happening? The rain was turning to snow! The snow was falling fast and it was looking like diamonds falling from the sky under the light of the full moon. She made her decision and she started walking towards the mystery man. It was impossible to run for the snow was growing deep fast.

At last she made her way to him and as she got a closer look at his face a strange sensation came over her. Where had she seen that face before? He said nothing, just smiled at her as he took the umbrella from her hand. He popped it open and suddenly there was a horse and carriage in front of them.

The horse was beautiful with its white mane flowing down its back. The contrast between its white mane and black body was stunning. There was a white heart right above its eyes. What a beauty this horse was.

“After you my lady!” he said, as he held out his hand to help her into the carriage.

She felt drawn into the mystery that surrounded him. Had she actually been holding a magical umbrella??  How did he make a horse and carriage appear?  Who was this man?

“May I please have your name?”, she sweetly asked, with her heart still feeling jittery at all that had just happened right before her eyes.

“Surely you can my lady, it is Lance Edwin Sanchez.”  he replied and his eyes never left her face.

Hmm…she thought to herself, Lance was a good name. It reminded her of Sir Lancelot, so surely he must be a good person, right?  Her gut was telling her that he was a true gentleman, so she decided to follow it, as she took his hand and stepped into the magical royal blue carriage. The interior of the carriage was a dazzling emerald green, with cushioned seats and plush pillows.

As she sat in the carriage, thoughts were swirling through her mind. His face still seemed to have a vague familiarity about it. Oh the things that happened in her life, perhaps she should turn her adventures into a book!

They rode in the carriage for awhile in silence and then he asked her a question.

“Have you ever wanted to meet the Queen?”

Her mouth dropped open as she stumbled for a response.

“Wellll I ummm…..haven’t thought of it much, but…”

He laughed, and his eyes danced in merriment at her obvious shock to his question.

That laughter…that’s what was so familiar! Where had she heard that laugh before?


Yes, I am letting you hang again. I thought you all did such a great job yesterday of giving your ideas, so I thought I would give another chance to all my readers. Where do you think they are going? Why does he seem so familiar?  There are no wrong answers, just let your creative thoughts flow. The snow is falling right now, as we are in the midst of the first winter storm of the season! That would explain why the rain turned to snow in today’s post. Just a little inside information. 🙂  Drinking hot drinks, reading under blankets and writing, as the snow falling gives a magical feeling.

The Night of the Full Moon

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The rain came down in torrents, pelting the umbrella with its drops. Julia though wasn’t thinking about how her gown was getting soaked, she stood there lost in her thoughts. Hadn’t she just been at the most delightful Ball of all! Everything was so grand from the crystal chandeliers to the marble floor and the exquisite statue next to the fountain leading into the Ballroom that made her eyes dazzle.

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The night had been so magical as she danced with her heart feeling light and free! All her cares had melted away. Julia had started getting a little tired though and thought she would step outside to get a breath of fresh air.

She remembered the night had been so still and the full moon was shining so bright. Then she heard the chimes from the large clock that was in the town square. She heard the last chime, it was midnight.  As the final chime rang, the clouds burst and the rain started pouring down from the sky. She gasped and turned around to go back inside when a man came running by and handed her a red umbrella without saying a word as he continued to run.

Julia stared after him in bewilderment. The rain was pouring down but she was lost in her thoughts. The man would soon be out of her sight, but she couldn’t help but to continue to stare at him as he ran. Why did he give her his umbrella?  Where was he going?

OH, what was he doing? He stopped and turned around. He looked straight at her and motioned her to come. What was he thinking? Was he crazy? Should she go?


What do you think she did? Did she run towards him or go back to the Ballroom or perhaps she did something else. What decision do you think Julia should make? Comment below on what decision you would like to see her make and stay tuned for tomorrow’s post to see what happens! 


Bob and Bob (Part 2)

Here is a story to help you get your healthy dose of laughter for your day.  It is Part 2 of yesterday’s post about the seagulls “Bob and Bob”. If you missed Part 1 yesterday, here is the link.  Seagull Fun

If you have enjoyed this story, there are many more stories in “The Odessa Chronicles” book,  a collection of stories that will warm your heart and make you laugh. For more information you can click on the book cover in the right hand margin.


      Bob and Bob (Part 2)

The man-servant turned back and was now looking at the two gulls. This time, his approach was much smarter. “Bob One … step forward!” Bob One stepped forward. “Okay!” said the man-servant, “now I know who you both are, we need to talk.

Bob One looked at him. “So, you want to talk to Bob Three?”

The man-servant looked at him. “No! I want to talk to you two.”

“Yes,” said Bob One. “You want to talk to Bob Three!”

The man-servant was starting to get a little perturbed. “Look here, Bob One. If you are Bob One, and if he is Bob Two, then there is no Bob Three, or Bob Four.”

“Yes, there is!” said Bob One. “You can talk with me, Bob One. You can talk with him, Bob Two. If you want to talk to both of us, then you need Bob Three, or Bob Twelve depending on how you see it!”

The man-servant sighed. “Bob Twelve? Odessa, please help me out here!”

“Okay, Man-Servant,” said Odessa, “but it is really simple, at least from a gull’s perspective. If you want to talk with both Bob One and Bob Two, then one plus two equals three … hence, Bob Three. If you call out, ‘Bob Three’, they will both come and hear what you want to say. With your suggestion to name them Bob One and Bob Three, you can see why they immediately created Bob Four. It’s seagull logic.”

The man-servant thought about it for a moment, and then said “Bob Three!” and both gulls immediately gave him their attention. He turned once again to Odessa. “So where did Bob Twelve come from?”

Odessa sighed. “Gulls are like humans, in that they generally leave a lot to be desired, but in fairness, some are better educated than others. The less-educated ones will see Bob One and Bob Two as equaling Bob Twelve, with the number one in front of the number two!”

The man-servant was totally bewildered and started shaking his head. “Odessa,” he said, “would you please take over here, and explain to the Bobs where we are going, and answer any questions that they may have? Also let them know that they are welcome to stay on the boat for as long as they wish.”

Odessa smiled and nodded, while the man-servant turned to look out of the windows.

Although it was quite bright outside, there were still waves breaking over the bow and rushing past the windows. He could still hear the wind, but it did sound as if it had dropped in strength a little. “Well, guys,” he said, “can one of you wake Dewey up and introduce him to the Bobs? After that, perhaps get some food going around here? It was a long night, and if you’re anything like me, then you’re all really hungry.”

Jaxon and Odessa started opening up boxes and plastic containers, and soon everybody (including Dewey) was eating. The man-servant was eating a sardine sandwich, when a little piece of sardine fell to the floor.

“It’s mine!” said Bob One, diving to the floor.

“No, it’s not! It’s mine!” said Bob Two, also diving down, and bumping Bob One out of the way. Bob Two picked up the piece of fish, but Bob One flew past and took it from his beak.

“It’s mine!” he said.

“It’s mine!”

Bob Two flew up and then dropped down onto Bob One, who looked up to see what was happening, and dropped the piece of fish. Bob Two swooped across the floor and picked it up. “It’s mine! Told you it was mine!”

The man-servant, Odessa, Dewey, and Jaxon were watching all the activity, in amazement, as they continued scrapping over one small piece of fish.

The man-servant suddenly smiled. “I understand something now.” he said. “When I am at the coast, and watch the seagulls fighting over food, which seems to be all the time, what I used to hear as raucous gull noises, are really them all saying, ‘It’s mine, ‘No, it’s mine’, ‘Well, I saw it first’, ‘No, you didn’t’, ‘It’s mine now.’”

Just then, Bob Two dropped it again … and Dewey was right beneath him. Dewey caught it and swallowed it. “Here, gulls! Come to Dewey! Dewey has a surprise for you!”

The man-servant intervened. “No, Dewey,” he said, “these two are not for you to play with. They’re riding along with us until this storm moves on.”

The waves started to settle down as the day was coming to an end, and so the man-servant increased the Argo’s speed, pushing her quickly through the water throughout the whole night and into the following day. Bob and Bob wanted to leave the Argo and continue on their way by flying, so a door was opened and farewells offered, as they both flew out and up into the sky.

The man-servant turned to Odessa. “Who would have thought that we would meet Bob and Bob? In fact, who is going to believe the story about Bob and Bob?”

“Yes.” said Odessa. “You can talk to a Barn Owl, a cat, and a Jackalope, but who is going to believe a story about two seagulls? Humans really are quite strange. Anyway, strange human, you are looking really tired, and the steering wheel is still tied up, so why don’t you get some sleep? One of us will wake you up if anything changes up here.”

“Thank you Odessa. I think I will.”




Seagull Fun

I believe that laughter each day does a much better job at keeping the Dr. away then an apple a day does!  So to help you be healthy I have the perfect book for you.  “The Odessa Chronicles”.  Humor runs throughout the book, as well as the strong theme about friendship. If you would like to know more about it, just click on the book cover in the right margin.

Today I  would like to share with you another story from the book. One that Colin shared on his blog last month. The story takes place on a boat, “The Argo, that our 4 friends are traveling in. A storm arises and the man-servant is doing his best to get them safely through the storm when suddenly 2 seagulls crash into the windows. Being the caring man that he is, the man-servant rescues them from outside bringing them into the boat. If you never had a conversation with seagulls before, well you are about to learn how their logic works!


Bob and Bob (Part 1)

The man-servant had put the seagulls on the dashboard, in front of the steering wheel, so that he could talk to them while steering the Argo. They were both standing there staring at him now. “Well, guys,” started the man-servant, “welcome to the Argo. I am known as the man-servant, and the Barn Owl next to me is Odessa. You can see Dewey, the cat, half-asleep on the chair over there, and this odd creature on my left is Jaxon, a Jackalope. Who are you?”

The seagulls continued to stare. Odessa decided to help out. “I realize that you and I have little in common, in fact we have nothing in common, but we can all understand each other here, so it would really help if we knew your names. How about it?”

One seagull looked directly at Odessa. “I’m Bob!”

The man-servant looked at the gull. “Bob?” he said. “Your name is Bob?”

Odessa turned to the man-servant. “You know … sometimes you really are part of the problem rather than part of the solution. What part of ‘I’m Bob’ did you not understand?”

“I’m sorry,” said the man-servant, “but Bob is not a seagull kind of name. I mean, have you ever heard of a seagull named Bob before?”

Odessa looked at him with unblinking eyes. “Had you ever heard of a Barn Owl named Odessa before you met me?”

Odessa turned to the other gull. “And what is your name?”

The other gull looked her straight in the eyes and said, “My name is Bob!”

Jaxon was trying to control a desire to burst out laughing when the man-servant turned to him. “What’s so funny, Jaxon?”

Jaxon looked at the man-servant and totally disintegrated into uncontrollable laughter. “Your face was priceless when you realized that they were both named Bob.”

“Jaxon,” said the man-servant, “we are in the middle of a bad storm and need to keep things organized in here. How are we going to communicate properly with these two having the same name? I think that we should call them Bob One and Bob Two. That should work.”

One of the gulls hopped onto the edge of the steering wheel and faced the man-servant. “Which one of us is Bob One, and which one is Bob Two, and how do we address Bob Three?”

The man-servant was looking puzzled. “Is there another Bob coming to join us?” he asked, really hoping that the answer would be no.

“No!” said the gull. “That could really get complicated then, couldn’t it?”

The man-servant thought for a moment, and then turning to Odessa, said, “Am I not understanding something here? Does this dialogue make sense to you?”

Odessa smiled. “Man-Servant,” she said, “you have to accept that these are two seagulls. They don’t think like any other creature I know.”

Jaxon then added. “Man-Servant, seagulls are an oddity of the seas and oceans. They think in very simple terms.”

“Okay! Thank you, guys.” He then turned to the gull on the steering wheel. “Would you like to be Bob One or Bob Two?”

The gull, without any hesitation, said, “Bob One!”

The other gull jumped up onto the steering wheel. “I want to be Bob One!” he said.

“Well, you can’t, because I was asked first!” interjected the first gull.

“Perhaps we could name you Bob Three?” said the man-servant.

The first gull was shaking his head in despair. “Why would you want Bob One, Bob Two, Bob Three and Bob Four? You really do like confusion don’t you.”

The man-servant was scratching his head. “How did Bob Four get into the conversation?”

Bob One looked at the man-servant. “You really have some difficulty with simple logic, don’t you? If you want to talk to me, which Bob do you call?”

“Bob Two?” asked the man-servant, very confused now.

“Very close. Good try … but wrong. I am Bob One.”

“But you both kind of look the same to me,” said the man-servant. “In fact, you all look the same to me.”

Bob One looked down at his feet, and then at the man-servant. “Would it surprise you to know that you humans all look the same to us?”

The man-servant turned to Odessa and Jaxon. “Can one of you help me out here? I am really having trouble talking with Bob One and Bob Two.”

Odessa grinned. “Stay with it, Man-Servant. It will be a good learning experience for you.”

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…. to be continued tomorrow!





My husband and I took a relaxing, lovely drive today after dropping our teens off at work.  We are entering the beginnings of a new season of life, within 2 years we could be empty nesters and it feels strange!  We reflected on the past and wondered as so many parents do, where did the time go? Our children are letting go, becoming more independent.


It used to be that we needed to get a sitter for we just needed a night out from our dear little children that cried “Mommy” 200 plus times a day and begged Daddy to give them just one more piggy back ride or throw them in the air again!  Now its “Oh,  the kids have plans again,  this house is too quiet!”  The road of life just keeps twisting.


We enjoyed chatting as we drove, taking in the scenery and planning what we wanted to do for the next half of our life. We will always be parents, but it really does take on a new meaning the more independent your children get. We passed a lake where to our joy a group of ducks and swans were out swimming.


Life may be changing, but there is still so much beauty to be found in it!





No matter what, you just keep swimming, embracing the beauty, appreciating and loving the wonderful memories of the past and ready to keep making more in the future.




The Racing Rematch

Remember the story of the Tortoise and the Hare. When they raced and everyone expected the hare to win for obvious reasons, but…the tortoise won! Well the hare was very embarrassed by his loss and so he decided that it was time for a rematch. What do you think will happen?

The woods were all abuzz with excitement! The news had spread quickly. Horatio the Hare had challenged Tortellini the Tortoise to a rematch. He knew that Tortellini was not faster than him, he had only won because Horatio had fallen asleep. Horatio had not taken the race seriously enough and he got outsmarted, but this time he would concentrate and not get distracted. He would be the first one to cross the finish line and Tortellini would be left in the dust!

The day had arrived and all their woodland friends were gathered to watch. No one wanted to miss this race.

Bobo the Bear was the one selected to start the race. He looked at Horatio and Tortellini and said, “Are you ready?”

“YES!” they both replied in unison.

“On your mark, get set, GO!” and they took off running. Well Horatio was running at least.

“Umm…Tortellini you can start now!” said Bobo

“I know, I am.” he replied.

Bobo made a deep sigh, this should be a pretty quick race he thought to himself, but then again that is what they all had thought about the first race. They sure had been proven wrong! This time all the animals came prepared. They brought food along to eat as they watched, for they knew that if this would be a repeat of the last race they would be here for quite a long time.

Horatio was running fast, he was working up a sweat. He glanced behind him and saw no sign of Tortellini. He chuckled to himself, just like he planned, he had left him in the dust! He slowed down just a bit, surely he didn’t have to keep going at this fast pace. No sense in wearing himself out.

Tortellini was keeping up a good pace and his friends were shouting out words of encouragement to him. “Keep moving forward! You are doing fine!”

Little Leo looked at his Mom, “Do you really think he has a chance at winning again?”

His Mom looked at him and said, “Sometimes one never knows what may happen!”

The monkeys were watching from the trees and taking bets on who would win. “I bet you 3 bananas that it will be Tortellini again. Horatio gets distracted too easily. Tortellini knows that, that’s why he accepted the challenge. He knows his opponent’s weakness.”

“You may be right,” said Monty, “but I don’t think Horatio will make the same mistake this time” and they shook on the bet.

Tortellini kept going at a steady pace and he finally was able to see Horatio’s tail not too far ahead of him.

Horatio turned around and was shocked to see Tortellini not very far behind. He must have slowed down too much. He better speed up!

He sped right past the big sign by the side of the road. He wasn’t going to bother to read it, he had a race to win! He couldn’t bother himself with little details like a sign, so he just kept going when …Oh No! He stumbled over a family of skunks crossing the road! They were not too happy with Horatio falling on top of them. The Mama and Daddy and their 5 little ones all were sure to leave their mark on poor Horatio. He ran super fast trying to outrun himself.

He crossed the finish line running for the river! He didn’t even notice that Tortellini had already crossed the finish line. Bobo the Bear was giving him his first place ribbon when Horatio came barreling over the line. All the animals jumped back because of the awful smell!

Bobo was shaking his head. Apparently Horatio had not read the big sign by the side of the road. The Skunk crossing warning and the big arrow that pointed to a detour! The detour that Tortellini had taken, for he had taken the time to read the sign.

The woodland animals cheered again for Tortellini. They had quite the celebratory feast as Horatio kept dipping himself in the river.

Thankful Thoughts

One of my friends posted on Facebook different questions to help you think about what you are thankful for. I thought they were interesting and would like to  give all of you a chance to think about them. Feel free to share your answers on here if you would like.

  1. What are your favorite smells?  Flowers, cinnamon, bread baking, salty air of the ocean

2.  What are your favorite sounds?  Laughter, the cooing sounds a baby makes, the waves crashing against the seashore

3.  What is something you use every day that you really like?   my voice 🙂  Now let me explain, when I say I like my voice, doesn’t mean I like hearing it on a recording. For that’s not how I think I sound, does your voice sound normal to you when you hear it?  But I am very thankful for it! I have had periods of time where i have lost my voice for 6-7 days, and I mean totally gone, barely can whisper. When your voice is gone that long, you really realize how much you miss it! I am thankful I have a voice.

4. What is a memory you are a thankful for?  This is hard, because there are so very many.  I think I shared this before on here quite awhile ago, but its one that popped in my mind with Christmas coming closer.  It is a Christmas memory. It is about a gift that  I gave my older brother. We were 10 years apart so in my childhood we spent a lot of time wrestling with each other and yes, he let me win a lot of times. 🙂 One time I accidentally ripped his t-shirt, I was strong for being so little, LOL! It was just an old t-shirt so we kept at it, he didn’t care.  I was probably around 7years old at the time.  This happened one summer. Well he had thrown the tattered shirt at me when we were done and I decided to save it. For Christmas that year I wrapped it up in a nicely gift wrapped box. Seeing his expression when he opened it was priceless!

Your turn now! 🙂

Always remember that no matter what you are going through in life, there is always something to be thankful for. Sometimes it can be harder to see, but the sun is still shining, even behind the clouds.

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

What are you thankful for today? I was reading a new book last night. A true story about a couple who fell in love and then tragedy struck. The guy was involved in a horrible car accident, in the hospital for 7 months. Has a traumatic brain injury.  I am in the part of the book where he is home now, but still not speaking, he speaks with his eyes and he just finally was able to give his girlfriend a hug!

If you woke up breathing this morning and were able to talk and get yourself out of bed on your own and get dressed on your own, be thankful!! We take so much for granted, forgetting that life is a gift and it can change in an instant!


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