I stopped

I’m sorry. I stopped.

I know there are no excuses. I stopped.

You know how it is life gets in the way sometimes.  I stopped.

Right or wrong I hope you’ll understand. I stopped.

I had all the best intentions, to carry on. I stopped.

You probably didn’t notice. I stopped

But if you did notice, I stopped

I apologize, and I’ll do better I won’t stop again.

Ah Chocolate

Ah!!!! Chocolate. It’s all I can think about lately.

Then up comes a post with a delightful recipe with chocolate!

I resist the temptation!!

It’s in a cup!

Temptation!! I stand strong!!!

It’s easy!!!!!

I must resist!!!!The diet goes so well!

Just a few ingredients

Now is not the time to let temptation win!!!!!

YOU MAKE IN A MICROWAVE

Halfway to the goal! Must not give in

It’s Chocolate

Damn you Rinkly Rimes!!!!!

It was delicious

Thank you Rinkly Rimes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

New Leaf

Just days before there was sleet and snow. Those cold winter days seen through a blue haze. Days so cold you could see your breath and you could hear the quiet world sleeping through them. They pass by in slow motion, marching through the winter months. Days so short it seems they end before they begin. But it does end and the winter awakes one day as a new leaf emerges and announces the birth of spring.

The New Employee

“She was qualified!” that’s what I said. Not two minutes after hiring her and I was defending myself before the all male department head meeting. My boss sat at the head of the boardroom table and after his little joke about hiring the sexy girl, I had just interviewed. I had done the most scandalous thing. I had, hired her! Sexy, vibrant, full of life she was defiantly a change from Miss Grubbs! Funny, I can’t remember HER name. Probably a sign that I was truly innocent. You can imagine the comments from the other men in the meeting. It was boys club and here I was defending my honor. I had never been in this situation before. I was known as a choirboy. Married and never even glanced at other women. They were on me like hungry Piranhas! “Ha! What are these Qualifications?” asked Larry. Well, she had worked in our industry before. A real surprise in this small town and considering we were in such a specialized industry. I thought it would stop. It didn’t “So what shade of lipstick was she wearing?” asked frank. I smiled and said I’m not sure Frank what shade do you think it was? Finally, my boss put an end to it. Thank goodness! It was over. At least I thought it was.
After the meeting the boss called me into his office. “Oh, and bring me the application, your notes, and anything else pertaining to your new employee.” In my whole career this had never happened and it’s never happened since. “Well, I can see she is very qualified. But, are you sure you think she’s the best candidate?” Hmmmm Let’s see I said to myself she is just about the most perfect person for the job I could think of, plus the fact that I had already offered her the job. “Well sir I believe she is.” I said. “You know your wife works here too, what is she going to say?” asked my boss. Probably, I thought she’d say, “Thank goodness he’ll be home now and he’ll have someone to help him get the log jam of work caught up.” As I walked out all he said was “Well good luck my boy your going to need it!”
The department head meeting hadn’t swayed me. My boss and his comments hadn’t changed my mind. It was the eyes that worried me. Scared me really, chilled me to the bone. They were all staring at me like wolves circling their pray! I gulped in fear. The women in that office were out there. Watching! I went to my office and sat down. I reviewed my actions. I’d done something wrong. But I hadn’t, she was absolutely without a doubt the person with the skills I needed. Everyone would just have to deal with it. And they would. She was a professional in all her dealings. She’d won over the women first. Then the department heads realized she knew her stuff and it didn’t take long for her to fit right in! She worked for us for about six months, but she had to move back home because of a family emergency. The office threw her a going away party. Unheard of in our office unless you worked there a minimum of five years.
My boss took me aside during the party. Son you’re not out of the woods yet. I looked at him puzzled. “What?” I asked. I asked about your wife that first day. How did she feel about your new employee? I was shocked. He never treated me this way. In fact our relationship was entirely work related and here he was asking about my personal life.
“It’s fine.” I said. My wife and I even chuckled at the thought that anyone would think twice about this being anymore than a business relationship. She trusted me and I never even thought about it. She never mentioned it. The subject never came up again. That is until I asked for a divorce. We spent the next several days talking about one person. Damn it! I couldn’t even remember her name! I hadn’t seen her since the going away party. I was innocent! I only called one person about the divorce. All he said was “Son, I’ve been there and the rumors in this little town were scandalous.”

The Memo

The memo said please answer the attached questionnaire. I thought ok I looked at it and smiled. Question one asked what era in history you would choose to live in? Question two asked why and where. Of course I had seen the questions before. They were from the questionnaire the psychologists used to determine the proper placement of the evacuees. But there are only five of us left to go. There aren’t any psychologists left to review the questions. Most of them have gone back to Vienna to study under Freud. It has always made me wonder. Did we create Freud by sending so many students back to that time? The butterfly effect. I know it doesn’t exist I’ve gone back into history most of my life. Studied history first hand. I know the rules we followed when time travel started. Stupid rules like don’t touch anything, do not speak to anyone. Everyone was so afraid of ripping the fabric of time. The events happen no matter what you do to change them. It’s like if I go back to stop Oswald from killing Kennedy. I get stopped by traffic or get lost. Something always happens to stop me. One guy got stopped twenty-two times. He even tried to make Oswald late by chatting him up. Talked to him for twenty minutes. Kennedy was twenty minutes late.
Really people are people no matter where you go in history. I remember when I saw Jesus the first time. I mentioned to a fellow I had met from Nazareth that I thought he’d be taller. He told me everyone said that.
One thing I can tell you history is full of just plain hard work. I rode a cattle drive with John Chisum. I was so tired at the end of the drive. I sure didn’t go to a saloon. I went right to the hotel and slept for two days. Mr.. Chisum worked us hard, but he was fair. We’ve become spoiled. Now days to us work is sitting behind a desk. Most of history is about working to keep food on the table.
There’s a lot of poverty and illness in history too. Then there’s slavery I wish I could say it only happened here or there, but whenever someone got a little power over anyone, they end up forcing their will on the weak. I saw Mr. Lincoln speak against slavery in Springfield. He was magnificent and was truly able to move a crowd.
I guess I should answer the questions now. I won’t though. The world ends in three days, but I’ve made up my mind. I could never decide where or when and someone has to stay and turn the lights off when everyone else has left.

The Good Child

The sign said “Forbidden” she had seen the word before. It meant she couldn’t go in. She would never disobey the sign. She listened to her parents. She ate all her peas at dinner. She turned around and went home. She was a good child

She woke up scared. The dream again. This was the third night. She put her head into her pillow and cried herself to sleep. She was eight on her birthday. The next day she helped her mother around the house. She did her chores. Helped with dinner. She was a good child.

She returned to the building. The sign was still there. She wondered why someone had put the sign up? The doors had locks on them. She used to come here every Thursday night. Her parents told her that it was the only time it was open, when they didn’t have to work. She would wait patiently for Thursday. She never complained. She was a good child.

While she helped her father in the garden she thought about the building. It had been closed for a month now. Would it ever be open again? That night she had the nightmare again. She reached under her bed and found a book. It was about dogs. She had read it the first time when she was three. But she read it again. She went back to sleep. She was a good child.

When she went to the building again an old man was waiting at the steps. The sign was still there. She asked the man why the building was closed. You were here when they closed it. Remember the men in the uniforms? The men who burned all the books. She had thought it was a nightmare. It was real. She remembered the old man now. He was the librarian. He looked sad. He smiled and handed her a book. A new book. She looked at it and handed it back to him, crying. She was a good child.

Weddings and Mr. Macho

There are times when I’m really a surprise to myself. Those times are when I turn into the macho, beer drinking, Monday Night Football watching guy I’m really not. But writing about weddings? You see I didn’t post last week so I made a promise to myself no matter the prompt I would write. So as you can see I’m stuck and the guy in me is out full force.

I like to think I’m this sensitive guy who always the romantic, you know him he’s into walks along the beach in the moonlight. So why shouldn’t it be easy to write about a wedding or about the advice I’d give my daughter at her wedding, talk about a scary thought. I hope she waits until her 30’s. More time for dad to think up a wise and thoughtful piece of advice that will serve her all through her married life. More likely Mr. Football will kick in and I’ll use the opportunity to advise the groom to be, that if he ever hurts my daughter I’ll be kicking something besides a Football.

You see macho is what us guys do, even us sensitive ones. Weddings are a woman’s territory. Have you ever read those wedding stories in the newspaper? She wore a Shimmering Autumn White Gorgonzola gown with three hundred and twenty eight hand beaded lustrous pearls hand picked by pearl diving expert Jorge Ramón de Santiago. Even the diver has a fancy name!

Don’t get me wrong here I’ve been the groom at two of these events, so I’m experienced. The first wedding should have been a warning to me about the marriage I was about to embark on. The power went out on the whole west coast. The world went dark; most people would take that as a clue. Then we spent the morning decorating the hall her quote for the morning was “GET HIM OUT OF HERE, HE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY.” And so it went until the advice I got from my best man. He said, “Hey look a back door it’s not to late!” The ceremony was beautiful. Everything was perfect. But really I was a guest that day. Mr. Macho sure didn’t save me that day. I was more like the deer caught in Mr. Macho’s headlights.

So move forward thirteen or so years and I got a second chance. They say you learn from your mistakes and I think that’s true you see, our wedding was wonderful, simply done in her parent’s back yard, with just our families there. The rain that was forecast never appeared. It was easy, enjoyable and a chance to share our vows with those we loved. And what about Mr. Macho? Well, really who needs Mr. Macho when you’re married to Mrs. Right.