Sunday, May 29, 2011

Saturday Centus # 56~ The Wounded Soul

He loaded coffin after coffin into the plane, so many that he broke down and cried.

I want to go home real bad, but not like this” he thought as he wiped his nose on the backside of his hand and then down his pant leg.

After he returned home, his grandfather noticed the change. His grandson was a lost and broken soul.

The old man reached out and put a Purple Heart medal in his grandson’s hand. “They call it the legacy of heroes.” he said “For the memory of my brother’s name...... I’d rather have you than one of these.”

His grandson cried.

I noticed the changes in my nephew when he came back from Iraq. Only God knows what torments his soul. He is distant and has all but shut down wrestling those demons. You don't always need to take a bullet or shrapnel to feel the pain of war.
I hate war.
Maybe if mothers were in charge of the world........
Please stop by Jenny's blog (off on my tangent) and read up on this powerful prompt in honor of Memorial Day. You can get there by clicking on this link:
God bless those who serve. Thank You and God bless America!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "F" is FOR SALE

This weekend is our community garage sale which is really a large junk seeking extravaganza. I usually don’t even go to my own community garage sales. The one time I went with my neighbor all I saw was a bunch of junk “FOR SALE”. Why it made me ashamed just to say I lived in the same community with these tight wads cheap people. Why I wouldn’t even have donated some of that crap stuff they were trying to sell off.

But, it’s time. I am going to put some of my own junk stuff  treasures up “FOR SALE.” Yes! Everything I drag outside is going to be “FOR SALE!” I have been purging for the last month and it's going to be huge! What with the prices of stuff going up in the thrift stores, I figured what the heck! Maybe I can actually get a decent price for my own junk treasures! I mean after all, I don’t want to haul all this junk stuff away anyway. It would take me my husband several trips! :-)
So why don’t you do a “drive by”over to Jenny’s blog (off on my tangent) and check this week’s “F” post. You can get there by clicking here:
Gotta go borrow another table from a friend. See ya next week!~Ames

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Saturday Centus # 55~ The Epiphany

Things are getting back to normal around my place. I have just a few minutes today to play on the computer and I choose to spend it with my fellow Centusians. Ahh to be among fellow writers scratching their heads, tapping their fingers, and wondering what to write. It's a wonderful time spent!

Today's Saturday Centus prompt "the reflection in the mirror" comes from Jenny Matlock's guest, Miz Donna over at her blog (Crazy Daze & Nite Dreams 

and now onto my contribution....
She looked at the reflection in the mirror and asked “Is it me?”

Tired of her constant self analyzing, she flicked the light off and crawled in bed and pleaded with God.

“Why? Why do those who claim to be my friend use sarcasm on me in front of others? Why do they make me feel that I am less than they are?”

That night Jesus came to her. He said “My child, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Surround yourself with positive Godly people. Stop listening to your neighbor. She doesn’t have a Ph.D. in Psychology. I love you just as you are!
Don't forget to stop back by Jenny's blog (off on my tangent) and check out some totally awesome stories. You can get there by clicking on this link:

And just so ya know...I love ya just as you are! Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "E" is for Evanovich, Janet Evanovich

Janet Evanovich
Photo credit: Wikipedia
Back in 2004 we moved into a condo while building our new home. When it wasn’t raining, I’d hang out at the pool and read. That summer I read 17 books through the months of June and July. There wasn’t much else to do between working and constantly having “Come to Jesus” meetings with our building contractor. So I floated in the pool and read.

I read all kinds of books. I have them stacked everywhere. And I love to share books that I have read and liked. One day while at the pool I met my neighbor Connie. Connie is a well tanned elderly woman with big white hair and a raspy voice. Every sentenced that came from her mouth started with “Honey.” We had a pleasant conversation and she handed me a book and said “Honey, you’ve just got to read her!”

The book she handed me was titled “One for the Money” a Stephanie Plum Novel, and it was written by Janet Evanovich. The series is considered Romantic Adventure novels. Little did I know I would become hooked on Evanovich, and because Connie and I shared a love for all books written by Evanovich, we have remained friends to this day.

So my “E” offering for Alphabe~Thursday this week is about Evanovich, Janet Evanovich and her Stephanie Plum series. I love the way Janet writes. Her characters are funny, earthy, crazy, wild, sexy, daring, and embarrassing and oh “Honey you’ve just got to read her books!” Here is her website:

If you haven’t already read her books, Janet writes several different series, but for the sake of Alphabe~Thursday I am introducing you to her Stephanie Plum series. You can find them in the library and they just might turn out to be your favorite summer read. Not too heavy, light hearted and funny! I can't remember laughing so much! I am also including this series in my Library Geek category below my header.























Here is a review of the first book “One for the Money.”

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Stephanie Plum is so smart, so honest, and so funny that her narrative charm could drive a documentary on termites. But this tough gal from New Jersey, an unemployed discount lingerie buyer, has a much more interesting story to tell: She has to say that her Miata has been repossessed and that she's so poor at the moment that she just drank her last bottle of beer for breakfast. She has to say that her only chance out of her present rut is her repugnant cousin Vinnie and his bail-bond business. She has to say that she blackmailed Vinnie into giving her a bail-bond recovery job worth $10,000 (for a murder suspect), even though she doesn't own a gun and has never apprehended a person in her life. And she has to say that the guy she has to get, Joe Morelli, is the same creep who charmed away her teenage virginity behind the pastry case in the Trenton bakery where she worked after school. review.

~~~~Please don’t forget to stop by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) and read all about the letter “E”. Without Jenny, none of this would be possible. You can get there by clicking on this link:

Enjoy! And thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

I've Waited Seven Years

When we built our house back in 2004, it was through four hurricanes. 

Charley-Initially a catagory 4 storm in August. I say initially because they fluctuate in intensity.


Frances- Initially a catagory 2 storm that stalled off the coast of Florida for two days dumping excessive amounts of rain on us in August.
Ivan-Initially a catagory 5 storm in September. This one just couldn't make up it's mind. Oh Florida isn't wet enough let's circle back around and hit her one more time.


 Jeanne-Initially a catagory 3 storm in September, it too couldn't make up it's mind . Florida no...oops wait ...yes I think I want to hit Florida!

Did you ever hear that song by Keith know ...the "I'm No Stranger To The Rain" song?...
"To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane, I'm no stranger to the rain."
Well we Floridians were no strangers to the rain in 2004. We just about drowned down here!

back to my story....

That year, 2004, we were renting a condo while our house was being built. We had so much wind and rain that the condo roof blew off and the water from the second floor collapsed the ceiling of the first floor condo. Fortunately for us we weren't in it at the time the roof flew off.  My husband was staying with my father trying to keep him from blowing away and I was stuck at work.
We were then homeless. So, rather than wait on the tile we slapped down vinyl flooring  and moved in as quick as we could. That was seven years ago.
Finally, after seven years I am getting my kitchen, dining room, laundry, pantry and eat-in kitchen area tiled. I can't really say specifically why it took so long. Health issues? Money? Time?
Yippee! Dang diddy dang di-dang di-dang diggy diggy !
 (I'm doing my happy dance here)

What a chore the prep work has been. Moving all the appliances, painting walls and baseboards. Moving a china cabinet, a hutch, two tables , and 10 chairs. I am exhausted and my back is killing me not to mention how worn out my hubby is. And, the girls don't understand stand what's going on. They are clingy and whiney too.

But, I'm excited! It's going to look so nice!

Yay! :)

That honey do list is getting shorter!

I'm ready for a hot bath now, a glass of wine and a good night sleep!


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Saturday Centus #54~ The Comforter

What a crazy week we have been having,with Blogger having issues and making repairs. But there are worse things in this world to fret over.

I thought I would take a few minutes from painting the baseboards in my laundry room to try and crank out my contribution for Saturday Centus #54. 

I am shocked that my hubby even let me hold a paint brush after I dump a container of paint on the guest room carpet. Oh well, momma always said not to cry over spilled milk....or in this case paint.

As usual, the prompt is in blue : Hush little baby don’t you cry.”

now on to my contribution.......

As I came out of my safe room, the scene unfolding before me left my hair standing on end. My home was gone. The air was still and eerie. I struggled to get through the debris to find my neighbor. Dear God, please let her be okay!

I heard what sounded like whimpering but I wasn’t sure. I called out “Susan, Susan are you okay?”

When I finally got close to the sound I could see Susan’s legs sticking out from under a door. Her three year old daughter Emily was cradling Susan’s bleeding head in her lap and singing “Hush little baby don’t you cry.”
Mother nature sure has been down right hard on a lot of unfortunate families across our United States. Let's do what we can for them, and keep them in our prayers too!
Please remember to stop by and read other Saturday Centus stories over at Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent). You won't be disappointed. You can get there by clicking here:
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "D" is for Dichroic Glass Jewelry

It's Alphabe~Thursday and this week is about the letter "D".  I wanted to share my love of dichroic glass jewelry with you.

Dichroic is pronounced Dye-Cro-Ick. 

This glass is expensive to make, as you can see by some of the artist's designs, it is worth the price.
I have a few pendants and earrings made of dichroic glass. Mostly given to me as gifts. Lucky me! 

Fantastic colors are created through the manipulation of light. These look light and airy and tropical.

I think these are beautiful don't you?

Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay
Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay

I hope you will stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) and check out more post about the letter "D". You can get there by clicking here:

Thanks for stopping by! ~Ames

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Saturday Centus # 53 ~ Jumping Geriatrics

Happy Mother's Day! 
Welcome to another Saturday Centus post. This week is #53 and Jenny Matlock has decided that it's going to be a regular Saturday Centus as usual. No pictures, no tricky prompts. Just 100 words not including the prompt she has provided, and it is in blue: I'd like to teach the world to sing....

and now onto my contribution....
Ella shook her head “I’d like to teach the world to sing. Good gawd almighty, I think them momma’s dropped a few o’ they babies on they heads if yo a askin me!”

“Oh now Miss Ella, we’ll just change the radio station and I’ll speak with the janitor about his choice in music.” Nurse Darnell suddenly had an epiphany. She patted Ella’s hand and scurried out of the room.

That weekend she wheeled Ella into the home’s dining room, and the High School choir started singing The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. It was a toe tapping event with smiles all around, and Ella’s smile was the biggest.
Okay all you jiving centurians, why don't you jump on over to Jenny's place (off on my tangent) and get yo groove on? You can get there by clicking here:
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "C" is for Citrus Baron and a Castle

This week’s Alphabe-Thursday is all about the letter “C”. There are so many topics regarding the letter “C”, I wasn’t sure if I should continue on about my state, or pick something different. For two days now I have been sitting here, fingers poised over my keyboard drawing a blank. So I guess I will do another blip about my beloved Florida.

So, with that said, here is my contribution for this week….


  "C" is for a Citrus Baron
 "C" is for a Castle

On a Florida island called Merritt’s Island, where Kennedy Space Center now resides, is an old orange grove that was planted by a pioneer citrus grower named Douglas Dummett.

Dummett planted wild sour-orange trees that probably originated with the Spanish, and grafted cuttings from sweet orange trees that were transplanted in this grove on Merritt’s Island. These orange trees survived the famous 1835 freeze.

After Dummett died, his grove was sold in 1881 to an Italian nobleman Eicole Tamajo, Duke of Castellucia. We’ll just call him the Duke.

The Duke married Jennie Anheuser of the Budweiser beer family. The Duke built Jennie a two-story mansion using lumber salvaged from the Santa Cruz, a wrecked sailing ship. The ship’s mast was used for the center posts of the two spiral staircases in the mansion.

After a domestic squabble, the Duke partitioned the house into two parts, one for him and one for Jennie. That must have been one hairy squabble because he later moved back to Italy and died in 1892. Hope he didn't leave her behind to fend for herself and to ward off the mosquitos. Can you imagine no screens in those windows and all those blood sucking mosquitoes?  Shiver!!!

I have always known this wooden house as the Dummitt Castle. My father would take us over to the island when we were children and let us play in the abandoned Castle and grounds. We picnicked there often.

My father once told me that there were tunnels from the house to what was once slave quarters, but I have never seen them or heard any other stories about these so called tunnels.

Through out the decades Dummitt Castle was sold to various individuals and groups and was finally moved from its original location at the request of NASA in 1964. It burned down in 1967. Another piece of history lost.

So if a man’s house is his castle, would this man’s house be half a castle?

Please don’t forget to stop by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) and check out more stories about the letter “C”. You can get there by clicking here: