I just took a look at Mrs. Cindy's blog For Love of Home, and she has found one of the neatest etsy stores. I am a huge fan of unique jewelry, even though as I've gotten older I really don't wear much anymore. But this lady has the coolest stuff. Take a peek, you'll love it!!
AdornJewelry.etsy.com
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
The story continues....
Not many people could reckon with her. She was a spit-fire, and good lord the woman could move mountains if she wanted, in fact I'd seen it done a couple of times. But I knew that she would have the answers, even if she didn't want to give them to me. Their was no way of sneaking or lying or persuading her, she could see right through anybody with one look. She could go from warm and cheerful, to cold as ice if you rubbed her the wrong way, and that "she" was my grandmother. My grandparents lived in the big old house on the hill for as long as I could remember. They had a booming business in town, and were known to be on the eccentric side. But people seldom talked gossip about them, for my grandmother had a way to find out every time. Some said she had eyes in the back of her head, or ears that could hear from the next county over. Whatever it was people who did talk, talked once, and then soon quit, as though grandma had put a sour taste in their mouth, or a curse upon their head.
I knew grandma would know though, she always did. She would be able to tell me what that creature was that I had seen. Now what I would have to do to get her to talk beat me, but it was worth finding out. Now let me explain something to you here. My grandparents were known as "eccentric", because well they just were. Grandma was in love with plants. And we're not just talking your regular old house plants, we're talking exotic plants. Plants that were some of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen, but plants that were as poisonous and deadly as a bite from a rattler. She kept a greenhouse off the main house, and if she wasn't slaving away at the business, you would find her knee deep in potting soil, or pruning one of her babies. On that particular day I found grandma in the greenhouse, documenting the daily activities of her plants. The air was humid, and the smell was a collage of jasmine, damp earth, and a sweet perfume of something incense like. Plants were every where you looked. Blooms the size of watermelons, and leaves spread throughout the room like a thicket you lose yourself in out in the woods. Vines were growing all over the walls and ceiling, and every now and then you catch a glimpse of a iron table or chair. And there was grandma, nose deep in her ledger that she kept. Scribbling away, I was almost scared to rouse her, lord knows what mood she would be in today. Just before opening my mouth to catch her attention, she looked up at me over her wire glasses, as though she knew I was there all along.
"And what can I do for you Miss Emily Jane?"
Possibly a good mood I thought, she used her nickname for me.
"Well grandma I had a few questions for you, if you had some spare time?"
"Spare time, darlin' child look around, does it look like I have any spare time? I have to document today's activities, and lord willing I'll be able to do it without dying."
Now this was typical grandma, she was probably going to live to be two-hundred, the women was....well she was just too mean to die. But come hell or high water she was gonna make you think her time was coming and it was coming fast.
"What kind of questions anyhow?" She said looking right through me.
"Well I wanted to ask you if you've ever seen anything strange around the house, on a rainy day for instance?"
"Seen anything strange around this old house! Do you know this house was built before the war between the states! This house breeds strange honey. I've seen my fair share of rats the size of newborns, and creaks in the old floor boards that would convince you this house was alive! What kind of question are you trying to ask me?"
"Well, I just..."
"Well you just what? Cat got your tongue? You've seen something, and it spooked you, and you wouldn't be in here nosin' around if you hadn't, now would you? What did you come across, and get to the point, I don't have all day."
"Alright grandma."
"Don't you alright grandma me, I'll rake you over the coals if you plan of getting a foul mouth with me young lady."
"Grandma I was in the sitting room working on my research paper last week when it rained so bad. I got to feeling strange, like something was watching me. I shrugged it off at first, but I couldn't shake it. I looked up and through the window, and found myself face to face with some short of child like creature. It looked like a malnourished child covered in moss and earth."
She looked at me for quite sometime without saying anything. I could tell she was disturbed by what I had said, in fact I had never seen her look the way she looked at me. She looked spooked almost, and believe me, my grandmother did not get spooked, ever. And then I heard a voice that almost made me jump out of my skin.
"My dear girl, you've had your first meeting with the rain children."
I turned around, and sure enough there was my sweet hearted grandfather. He had blended in with the plants, because his normal attire was a flower print Bermuda shirt, shorts, and sandals. And there he sat in the old recliner that grandma allowed him to have in the greenhouse, because it was the only way to keep him there for a long period of time. Without a comfortable seat, my grandfather wouldn't even stick around for the president. He looked at me from over his paper, with curiosity.
"I wonder what you did to spark their attention, they've got an interest in you, if they let you see one of them. Did you hear the laughter?"
And that was when grandma jumped in guns blazing.
"I will not have this talk in my presence! I will not sit here and listen while you babble on about nonsense and noises and creatures that don't exist! I will not have it!"
And with that grandma slammed her ledger shut and stormed out like a tornado ripping through a trailer park.
Grandpa continued to look at me over his paper.
"Well dear, now that she's showed her colors, sit down a spell, and tell me all about it."
Please bear with me on this. These are very rough drafts, and I'm sure things will get rearranged and reworded once I read over it a couple of times. But I sure do appreciate ya'll taking a look at my stories, it really means alot to me!!
I knew grandma would know though, she always did. She would be able to tell me what that creature was that I had seen. Now what I would have to do to get her to talk beat me, but it was worth finding out. Now let me explain something to you here. My grandparents were known as "eccentric", because well they just were. Grandma was in love with plants. And we're not just talking your regular old house plants, we're talking exotic plants. Plants that were some of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen, but plants that were as poisonous and deadly as a bite from a rattler. She kept a greenhouse off the main house, and if she wasn't slaving away at the business, you would find her knee deep in potting soil, or pruning one of her babies. On that particular day I found grandma in the greenhouse, documenting the daily activities of her plants. The air was humid, and the smell was a collage of jasmine, damp earth, and a sweet perfume of something incense like. Plants were every where you looked. Blooms the size of watermelons, and leaves spread throughout the room like a thicket you lose yourself in out in the woods. Vines were growing all over the walls and ceiling, and every now and then you catch a glimpse of a iron table or chair. And there was grandma, nose deep in her ledger that she kept. Scribbling away, I was almost scared to rouse her, lord knows what mood she would be in today. Just before opening my mouth to catch her attention, she looked up at me over her wire glasses, as though she knew I was there all along.
"And what can I do for you Miss Emily Jane?"
Possibly a good mood I thought, she used her nickname for me.
"Well grandma I had a few questions for you, if you had some spare time?"
"Spare time, darlin' child look around, does it look like I have any spare time? I have to document today's activities, and lord willing I'll be able to do it without dying."
Now this was typical grandma, she was probably going to live to be two-hundred, the women was....well she was just too mean to die. But come hell or high water she was gonna make you think her time was coming and it was coming fast.
"What kind of questions anyhow?" She said looking right through me.
"Well I wanted to ask you if you've ever seen anything strange around the house, on a rainy day for instance?"
"Seen anything strange around this old house! Do you know this house was built before the war between the states! This house breeds strange honey. I've seen my fair share of rats the size of newborns, and creaks in the old floor boards that would convince you this house was alive! What kind of question are you trying to ask me?"
"Well, I just..."
"Well you just what? Cat got your tongue? You've seen something, and it spooked you, and you wouldn't be in here nosin' around if you hadn't, now would you? What did you come across, and get to the point, I don't have all day."
"Alright grandma."
"Don't you alright grandma me, I'll rake you over the coals if you plan of getting a foul mouth with me young lady."
"Grandma I was in the sitting room working on my research paper last week when it rained so bad. I got to feeling strange, like something was watching me. I shrugged it off at first, but I couldn't shake it. I looked up and through the window, and found myself face to face with some short of child like creature. It looked like a malnourished child covered in moss and earth."
She looked at me for quite sometime without saying anything. I could tell she was disturbed by what I had said, in fact I had never seen her look the way she looked at me. She looked spooked almost, and believe me, my grandmother did not get spooked, ever. And then I heard a voice that almost made me jump out of my skin.
"My dear girl, you've had your first meeting with the rain children."
I turned around, and sure enough there was my sweet hearted grandfather. He had blended in with the plants, because his normal attire was a flower print Bermuda shirt, shorts, and sandals. And there he sat in the old recliner that grandma allowed him to have in the greenhouse, because it was the only way to keep him there for a long period of time. Without a comfortable seat, my grandfather wouldn't even stick around for the president. He looked at me from over his paper, with curiosity.
"I wonder what you did to spark their attention, they've got an interest in you, if they let you see one of them. Did you hear the laughter?"
And that was when grandma jumped in guns blazing.
"I will not have this talk in my presence! I will not sit here and listen while you babble on about nonsense and noises and creatures that don't exist! I will not have it!"
And with that grandma slammed her ledger shut and stormed out like a tornado ripping through a trailer park.
Grandpa continued to look at me over his paper.
"Well dear, now that she's showed her colors, sit down a spell, and tell me all about it."
Please bear with me on this. These are very rough drafts, and I'm sure things will get rearranged and reworded once I read over it a couple of times. But I sure do appreciate ya'll taking a look at my stories, it really means alot to me!!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
All My Puppies....
Brinkley, Lola, and Gretta Belle spending an afternoon hanging out, doing the typical doggie thing. I love my pups, they crack me up!! As you can tell, Gretta Belle loves to sit on Brinkley, and all the dogs love the wobbie!!
Monday, February 18, 2008
A new story...."The Rain Children"
I remember the first time I saw them. I was sitting in the main room, soaking in the warmth of the old fireplace, listening to the rain pour down on the tin roof. Sipping my tea, trying to concentrate on my current research paper. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Was it on the porch? Did I really see something through the window? Shaking a feeling of uneasiness from me, I resumed the tedious, boring task of editing my new addition to the files of research papers that seemed to never end, or ever begin. Someone must be interested I thought to myself. Some publisher, some scientific magazine, maybe the small town paper? Who was I kidding I thought. Interested in my boring papers on the indigenous native American tribes in Georgia. Then their it was again. That feeling, that movement in the corner of my eye. Was I really hearing laughter? I stopped. I suddenly knew I was being watched. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. A warmth spread down me. Slowly I turned toward the windows looking out on the porch, knowing that something , or someone was there watching me, studying me. And as I turned, I found myself looking at a face pressed to the window staring at me with what seemed to be utter curiosity. It was the face of a child, but it wasn't a child. No this was something not quite human, but something so human-like it looked like it was born out of the very earth itself. The very damp earth. Covered in moss, green and brown like an article of clothing. Eyes wide with extremely long lashes, a hint of green to it's exposed skin on its face. A creature the size of a small child, except rail thin and bony. Ears that seemed to point northwards, a delicate nose, and relaxed mouth. And what was that on its back? A hint of a wing?
There I sat, and there it stood, watching me with a curiosity so strong I could almost feel it.
And then reality started to fade back in, and I heard the distant sound of children's laughter; eerie yet soothing, just like the cold rain. And as I turned my head to find the source of the laughter, I caught movement again in the corner of my eye. Looking back to the window the creature was gone; but a delicate hand print was left on the window, as though welcoming me, asking me, wanting me, to come outside and play.
This is just a story that I jotted down in my notebook tonight. I got the idea for it this morning siting at my vanity, getting ready for work, and listening to the rain pour down. It's not to grand, just something simple. I thought I might share even though I am a tad bit timid about sharing my stories. I can't spell, and the spell check doesn't seem to want to work for me, so please excuse the errors.
There I sat, and there it stood, watching me with a curiosity so strong I could almost feel it.
And then reality started to fade back in, and I heard the distant sound of children's laughter; eerie yet soothing, just like the cold rain. And as I turned my head to find the source of the laughter, I caught movement again in the corner of my eye. Looking back to the window the creature was gone; but a delicate hand print was left on the window, as though welcoming me, asking me, wanting me, to come outside and play.
This is just a story that I jotted down in my notebook tonight. I got the idea for it this morning siting at my vanity, getting ready for work, and listening to the rain pour down. It's not to grand, just something simple. I thought I might share even though I am a tad bit timid about sharing my stories. I can't spell, and the spell check doesn't seem to want to work for me, so please excuse the errors.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Take a look ladies.
I just found the neatest blog! It's like taking a visit to a fairy realm. Ya'll take a look, it's worth the trip!!
http://www.intothehermitage.blogspot.com/
http://www.intothehermitage.blogspot.com/
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I've been tagged again!!
I've been tagged again! This time it's about my favorite subject and thing to discuss, books!! I'm currently re-reading one book, and as usual I have several stacked up on my nightstand. I'm a read four books at one time type of girl.
The rules are:
1. The book must be over 123 pages.
2. Find page 123 in the book.
3. Find the first 5 sentences.
4. Post the next 3 sentences.
5. Tag other people
"Sinclair was too important a piece of her puzzle. Peter eased the rental car from the road and through the enormous iron gates. Maureen noted as they passed the gates were decorated with large gold fleurs-de-lis intertwined with vines of grapes-or, perhaps, blue apples." ~The Expected One/ Kathleen McGowan~
This is one of my favorite books. Kathleen McGowen is a wonderful author! If you like The Davinci Code or any books in that same catoagory, then you will love this one. This is my third time reading it, and I discover something new everytime I turn a page. It's fiction with alot of non-fiction tied in. Give it a try, I promise you will love it!!
So now I tag:
Mrs. Cindy at http://forloveofhome.blogspot.com/
Courtney at
http://ramblingsofapoetsheart.blogspot.com/
My favorite thing is a book. So I have to say I was tickled pink when I got tagged for this one!!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Please take a look....
I want ya'll to take a look at this website. This lady is a wonderful photographer from my home town! Her work is amazing, and it's worth a peek!! Also take a look at her new blog!!
web.mac.com/courtneyrosen
http://ramblingsofapoetsheart.blogspot.com/
web.mac.com/courtneyrosen
http://ramblingsofapoetsheart.blogspot.com/
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Learning every day.
As all of you know, I recently got promoted to a management position. Last week was my first official week, as a "unit manager". It's all new and very exciting, but a little stressful too. I realized that I'm now going to have to sit down on Sunday nights, and work up "lesson plans" for my week. I also realized that their is only one of me to go around for each agent. I thought about conjuring up some Harry Potter spell to multiply myself, but realized that probably wouldn't work out to good, seeing as though I don't live at Hogwarts, and last time I checked I wasn't a wizard or a witch. I'm very organized usually, so being just a tad bit unorganized bothers me. I also realized last week, that I have people depending on me to teach them everything about the buisness, be a role model, and show them how it's done. Of course I also realize I can't do it for them either. Thank the lord I have such a great support team at work and at home. Everyone is giving me great advice, especially Brent since he's not a freaker(someone who freaks out all the time about nothing in paticular and is prone to fits of crying), a great friend at work who gives me motivational speeches and CD's every time I see him, David for making me laugh until I cry and pee on myself, and all the other wonderful guys and girls that I get to work with everyday.
And this is odd, but thinking of leason plans, brings back fond memories of my daddy who was a history teacher for 17years, sitting up on Sunday nights planning his week. I have to say, thinking of that brings me great comfort, a smile to my face, and an ease, knowing that everything is going to be okay, and that to teach you have to be able to learn too.
And this is odd, but thinking of leason plans, brings back fond memories of my daddy who was a history teacher for 17years, sitting up on Sunday nights planning his week. I have to say, thinking of that brings me great comfort, a smile to my face, and an ease, knowing that everything is going to be okay, and that to teach you have to be able to learn too.
Another favorite
I don't know if any of ya'll have heard of this author, but I just have to share. Next to Dan Brown, Steve Berry is one of my favorite authors, and he's from coastal Georgia too, which just adds to the love of his books. I just finished yet another one of his wonderful books, The Alexandria Link last night. I loved it! Alot of his stories take place in Europe, which is another thing I love. Here are some of the books he's written, you should give at least one a try, I promise you won't be able to put it down.
The Amber Room
The Templar Legacy
The Alexandria Link
The Third Secret
The Venetian Betrayal- This is the newest, and will be the next book I buy.
The Amber Room
The Templar Legacy
The Alexandria Link
The Third Secret
The Venetian Betrayal- This is the newest, and will be the next book I buy.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Looks like I have been tagged!!
Looks like I've been tagged! I'm supposed to post seven strange/weird facts about me. I can go ahead and tell ya'll I have way more than seven!
1. I have an unatural obsession with books. I've been this way since I was a little girl. I love books like I love my best friend. One of my dreams is to open my own bookstore one day. If you get me around a bookstore/library, you can kiss your day goodbye, because we'll be staying until they close.
2. I love all animals. I mean animals that you wouldn't normally consider household pets. I'll bring home any stray I find. My parents just loved me for this let me tell you. Currently I am the proud mama of three dogs, Brinkley, Lola, and Gretta Belle. Two bass fish, one oscar, one midas, one jack dempsey, and one beta. They are all mean as heck. For some reason I really attract mean fish. Two tree crabs that I love, and have such a personality, Jean Claude and Jacque(I've decided that they are french). And last but not least four turtles. Jemima, Lucy, Snappers, and Squirt.
3. I get excited about the smallest things. I still have a childlike fascination, and I hold this very dear, because without it, what would life be?
4. One of my favorite things to eat, and something that I get really bad cravings for is hummus and stuffed grape leaves. If you've never tried it, you should!
5. I have an alias, "Tammy", and my best friend is "Wanda". When Tammy and Wanda get together we like to go fishin', take pictures for our fishin' magazine, talk about our fishin' show. And do all sorts of unlady like things, like drink, burp and fart. Wanda also likes to shoot old microwaves with her daddy's shotgun.
6. I love big red purses. I shove half of what is in my house in my purse. You never know what you're going to need, always be prepared.
7. My favorite movie is The Sound of Music. I can sing every song, do all the dances and hand movments, and when my sister and I get together we like to add a little flare, put pots and pans on our heads, dance around and sing "The Hills are alive".
THE RULES:
1. Once you are tagged, link back to the person that tagged you.
2. Post THE RULES on your blog.
3.Post 7 weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.
4. Tag 7 people and link to them.
5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.
Since I don't really have a whole slew of people as friends yet, I'm tagging anyone who reads this post!! Haha, got ya'.
1. I have an unatural obsession with books. I've been this way since I was a little girl. I love books like I love my best friend. One of my dreams is to open my own bookstore one day. If you get me around a bookstore/library, you can kiss your day goodbye, because we'll be staying until they close.
2. I love all animals. I mean animals that you wouldn't normally consider household pets. I'll bring home any stray I find. My parents just loved me for this let me tell you. Currently I am the proud mama of three dogs, Brinkley, Lola, and Gretta Belle. Two bass fish, one oscar, one midas, one jack dempsey, and one beta. They are all mean as heck. For some reason I really attract mean fish. Two tree crabs that I love, and have such a personality, Jean Claude and Jacque(I've decided that they are french). And last but not least four turtles. Jemima, Lucy, Snappers, and Squirt.
3. I get excited about the smallest things. I still have a childlike fascination, and I hold this very dear, because without it, what would life be?
4. One of my favorite things to eat, and something that I get really bad cravings for is hummus and stuffed grape leaves. If you've never tried it, you should!
5. I have an alias, "Tammy", and my best friend is "Wanda". When Tammy and Wanda get together we like to go fishin', take pictures for our fishin' magazine, talk about our fishin' show. And do all sorts of unlady like things, like drink, burp and fart. Wanda also likes to shoot old microwaves with her daddy's shotgun.
6. I love big red purses. I shove half of what is in my house in my purse. You never know what you're going to need, always be prepared.
7. My favorite movie is The Sound of Music. I can sing every song, do all the dances and hand movments, and when my sister and I get together we like to add a little flare, put pots and pans on our heads, dance around and sing "The Hills are alive".
THE RULES:
1. Once you are tagged, link back to the person that tagged you.
2. Post THE RULES on your blog.
3.Post 7 weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.
4. Tag 7 people and link to them.
5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.
Since I don't really have a whole slew of people as friends yet, I'm tagging anyone who reads this post!! Haha, got ya'.
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