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Happy Valentines Day to you all! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

For today, I thought I would give you Daffodils from my garden! I hope that you enjoy these flowers! 🙂

Here is a portion of the poem

Love - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-1861

Love by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-1861

When a soul, by choice and conscience, doth

When a soul, by choice and conscience, doth

Throw out her full force on another soul,

Throw out her full force on another soul,

The conscience and the concentration both make

The conscience and the concentration both make

mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole

mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole

And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,

And aim consummated, is Love in sooth,

As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.

˜”*°•.˜”*°•.˜”*°•.♥♥♥♥♥♥.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜”

May you have a splendid day filled with love! Be well! ^..^

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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the opening line….Are you ready for my story?

2014-12-22 - BW Beacham
“As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses.” Everyone was in good cheer. Christmas was coming up and they all knew that this year it would be fabulous.

As she looked around the room, she noted the amazing tree that was in the corner, decorated in gold. Lights twinkled on the tree making it glow. There was nothing like the fragrance of a fresh Christmas tree. A mass of presents lay on the floor beneath it.

Garland surrounded the windows and staircase; poinsettias were here and there around the room. A fire crackled in the fireplace. Looking out the window, she noticed a gentle snow was falling.

Laughter erupted around the table drawing her attention back to the group. She smiled and they all raised their glasses again for yet another toast.

John was the one leading this toast. “Here is to the biggest heist yet, and it going off without a hitch.”

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Mondays Finish the Story

I hope that you have enjoyed today’s bit of flash!  You too can take part by clicking HERE!   Thank you for stopping by today, and have a magnificent Monday!

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Griff - Photo by Douglas M. MacIlroy

Griff – Photo by Douglas M. MacIlroy

“You are not listening,” said Gwen.

“I am! I truly am!” replied Melanie. “What you are telling me doesn’t make sense!”

“What don’t you get? I am breaking up with Griff.”

“Why would you want to break up with Griff? He’s a great guy! You are perfect together! He is sweet, kind, attentive, handsome, intelligent, and he loves you!”

“He might be all that but you just don’t understand Melanie. He snores. He flosses his teeth at the table. He farts and talks about barking spiders.”

“What am I missing?”

“What you don’t get is that he bugs me!”

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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Doug MacIlroy for the inspiring photo!

Thank you dear reader for taking the time to drop on by today! Have a terrific Thursday! Be well! ^..^

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The Wringer -  Photo by Alastair Forbes

The Wringer – Photo by Alastair Forbes

Their relationship had been good at the start, just like most. But then things changed. Thinking back on it she realized that the signs were there.

The first warning bell for her was when they went out to dinner one night. It was such a great evening. They had dinner at La Bonne Panais, an upscale restaurant. It was great food, great wine, great conversation, and then the check came. How could he have left his wallet at home?

The next was when they went on a trip to the coast. He had not made reservations and every place was full. Sleeping in the car was not her idea of a romantic weekend away.

Then there was the dinner at his place. Dinner turned out to be Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and copious amounts of vodka, on his part anyway. He ended up passing out on the couch.

The last straw was when on a sleep over, with him once again drinking too much, that she woke up to find him sitting on the edge of the bed telling her to get out. He accused her of doing something she did not do.

He certainly put her through the wringer!
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Thank you Alastair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction!

With a break in the weather, and yes we are still having a drought despite the rain we have gotten, I am going to venture out into the neighborhood. What are you doing today?

Thank you for dropping by and may you have a splendid Sunday!

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In our house we have some standing agreements. This helps us in making life easier here in our household. The agreements? My husband cooks on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday’s. I cook the rest of the time. The other agreement: Who ever cooks dinner the other one cleans.

Tonight my husband is in the kitchen cooking. Sometimes he can burn water, but other nights he is spot on. This post was his idea. He thought I should feature his cooking prowess. So, upon his request, I wanted to feature tonight’s meal prepared by my husband.

As I sit here waiting for dinner to cook I am overwhelmed by the aromas of tomato sauce and cheese. Could he be making lasagne? What a perfect dinner for a night when it is not only raining, but cold outside? Right now the thermometer is registering 48 degrees. Quite a change from the high 80’s of last week. As an aside, it has me wondering if I should pull my winter clothes out of storage or should I wait? In 2006 it was warm enough to sit outside in November in jeans and a t-shirt. What is one to do?

Back to my husband cooking! Oh, he is in the kitchen right now! He is pulling something out of the oven! He is telling me that we have to wait 5 minutes before he can serve dinner! My stomach is growling! I think to myself, “Have I taught him something about being in the kitchen?” The little voice in my head says, “Maybe…maybe not…” I am anxiously awaiting what we are having for dinner as tonight I have been ousted from the kitchen! Ticking down the time…

T-minus 4 and counting.

T-minus 3 and counting.

T-minus 2 and counting.

T-minus 1 and counting.
59
58
57….skip to 5…
5…4…3…2…1…

Voila! Here is a photo of my husbands creation tonight!

Such a lovely lasagne!

How was it? Well, it needed a bit more sauce but overall, it was not bad. When I was asked, I told him how proud I was of him finally putting together all by himself such a tasty dish. And, tonight he even cleaned up! Bonus night!

After he went to bed, I went to throw something in the trash, and this is what I found that I just had to share…

Who really made dinner!

I knew that there was something familiar about this! Well, I do have to give him credit for trying! Thank you my husband for making a really good dinner!

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Growing up I was brought up to respect my elders. Were you? I am curious about this because today I witnessed something between two people, one younger, one older, that disturbed me immensely. So much so, that I thought that I would write a blog about this issue.

I learned through my life that there is a certain wisdom that a person achieves as one grows older. As a matter of fact I wrote about this in my blog “The Buffalo Side of Double Nickels.” Knowledge comes with age. However, not everyone gets it.

When I was growing up I thought that I knew it all. My parents were wrong about everything. But as I added on the years, while I was not always given a reason why to do or not to do something by my parents or other elders, I began to discover the way of things in the world. I learned and I learned a lot of lessons the hard way. And I learned a lot from folks older than me, which reinforced why I should respect my elders.

One thing that I have learned living the buffalo side of double nickels, is that one does not denigrate anyone in anyway in front of other people. Doing so just makes you a bully. And we have all read plenty in the news recently about bullying. I learned that if you have something to say to someone, and you are not in agreement, or what you have to say is negative, you do this face to face and not in front of others. Doing so will make you appear to be the small person that you really are.

One thing that I do know is this: Listen to what someone older than you says to you. And, think about why they are saying to you what they are saying to you. Are they trying to help you grow? Are they trying to impart the experience of their years to you? Respect their experience! And respect that they are trying to help you from possibly making mistakes.

What do you think?

I look forward to your answers and comments.  This poll will accumulate data for a period of one week only.

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If you are married, or not but living together, there are compromises that need to be made on both sides. I could talk about general cleaning, sex and money, but I would rather not. You have to work that part out for yourselves. But what I do want to talk about is what happens in the kitchen!

From the get go in our relationship, and we moved in together before we got married, I told my husband that there were rules to our kitchen, and if he was not on board with these rules, then I should plan on finding someone else and someplace else to live. We loved each other and I knew that we would be coming to some compromises here.

The first and foremost kitchen rule is this: If I cook, you clean. No arguing. This is the rule. I will not cook an entire meal, clean as I go, and have to clean afterwards. OK – so this had to be modified after the first dinner I cooked for us. I cooked and did not clean as I went. He griped. I helped clean that night and since then, I clean as I go. This has worked out well. And, this rule goes both ways: I cook, he cleans, and he cooks, I clean. And, we clean as we go, or as my friend Conor in Ireland says you CAYG! Thank you Conor!

Next, I work and my husband is retired. As I work, and he is now retired, I cook 4 nights a week, and he is relegated to three nights. How does this work? Planning! My husband cooks on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights, which is why you rarely see food posts on those nights, and the rest of the time is mine. This takes some working out, depending on schedules, but for us this works really well. I finish my week, thanks to furlough Friday’s, on Thursday nights, and I start planning on Monday what I need for recipes I plan on cooking. BTW – before I started this blog, we did this then too.

Figure out the dinner menu. We both have busy days. Just like with Mom and Dad, at their house, whatever is put on the table for you for dinner, you eat. We both take into account what each of us likes and don’t like. He doesn’t serve me Lima beans and I don’t serve him brussel sprouts!

Margarine is not allowed in our house. Margarine is really bad for you, and butter is really good, as long as you do not over do it. If you want your recipes to taste really good, butter makes the dish. Margarine does not. There is too much water and oil in margarine. No compromise here: We both prefer butter to margarine.

Every now and then we do have frozen dinners. Not Banquet, nor Swanson’s. Sometimes you just do not feel like cooking, or putting a huge meal together. Whatever we choose, we make sure that the food is healthy.

No, and I mean absolutely NO, macaroni and cheese from a box. When I moved in with my husband, he had about a dozen boxes in the cupboard. Then I made him my macaroni and cheese. Since eating my macaroni and cheese that uses real cheese, he refuses to even look at a box of mac ‘n cheese. We donated the boxes to a food drive.

Everyone eats leftovers. No food goes to waste! Enough said.

Whatever you decide, whether living together or married, compromise is a big part of this life, and the kitchen is a good place to start!

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