As bloggers, we all share similar habits and trends. We go through phases where our blogs are really important to us and then we tend to burn out after a while.
I was actually going to delete my site this evening because I have totally lost interest.
I love to write, but face it, the blogosphere will never take a writer anywhere outside of a few hundred people.
This started as a hobby, then became an obsession. Great things came from my blog (I think you know that by now), but it is time for me to put things in perspective.
I am going to leave my blog up and still may post from time to time. I will be around here and there, but basically I am taking a step away from this world.
I have met great people here, and that is why I did not delete. I still want to be able to keep in touch.
I will see you around.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Attention Blueviolet.......
Our show is on in 15 minutes.
I still have to read all of the directions to the game.
I have yet to put away the clean dishes.
At least I fixed your ceiling fan! LOL!
Did I mention that you are cute?
Where should we go eat on Friday night?
I love you!
I still have to read all of the directions to the game.
I have yet to put away the clean dishes.
At least I fixed your ceiling fan! LOL!
Did I mention that you are cute?
Where should we go eat on Friday night?
I love you!
Monday, October 18, 2010
The History of Halloween ( a reworking of last years story)
sorry folks, I had to remove this one! :)
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
The missing son.
Detective Wally Sharp sat at his desk catching up on his afternoon paperwork. It had been a slow week. Crime was at an all time low and there had not been a homicide in over a year. He did not wish for bad events, but the fact was that he was getting bored. Sitting behind a desk was not his cup of tea, but it was what he usually ended up doing.
Wally looked up from his typing, sipped his coffee, and glanced at the desk that faced his. A middle aged woman looked back at him and smiled. He immediately put his head down and resumed what he had been doing.
That desk had been occupied by his long time partner, Fred Willis, up until a few weeks ago. Fred had retired and handed over the reigns of lead detective to Wally. He enjoyed the promotion but still missed his old buddy. Fred was nearly fifteen years older than Wally, but they really had a good chemistry.
Fred Willis had been replaced by Sonya Boyle. She was a few years younger than Wally, and not very sociable. He did not like the idea of a female partner. No more dick jokes and commenting on girls tits as they rode around town. It was going to be an adjustment, one that he was not looking forward to.
Sonya had been his partner for two weeks and they had barely spoken. They had not even been out of the office together. Being a two detective team in a medium sized town was quite a mundane job most of the time.
After about half an hour of uncomfortable silence, the police captain emerged from his office.
“Hey Wally, it’s Mrs. Smith on line two. She wants to know when you are going to check on her missing son,” the captain said.
“Thanks Chief. I’ll take it,” Wally responded, picking up the phone and pressing the button for line two.
“This is detective Sharp,” he answered, looking into the eyes of his curious new partner.
“Ma’am, we have gone over this before. Your son is safe and is not missing. Everything is fine,” Wally said.
“No, we are not going to send someone out there. You need to trust me.”
“Goodbye, Ma’am. Everything is fine.”
Wally hung up the phone and faced the stare of his partner.
“What was that all about?” Sonya asked.
“It’s nothing,” Wally answered her.
“If I’m your new partner you need to share cases with me. If a lady is calling about a missing child, then I think that I should at least know the basics of the case.”
Wally was getting annoyed. This particular case had haunted him for almost eight years. He did not want to share it with this strange woman with whom he now worked.
“It’s a solved case. We found the woman’s son and he’s fine. She is loony. That’s all there is to know.”
“Do you have her address,” Sonya asked. “I would like to go talk to her.”
“Look, lady, I told you to not worry about it! You’re here for two weeks and are going to start second guessing me? You just need to let it be.”
Sonya got up from her desk and marched into the captain’s office.
“Captain, I need the address of the woman who just called. I want to stop by and make sure that everything’s okay,” she demanded.
“Don’t need to do that, Sonya. Mrs. Smith is crazy. Her son is just fine. Let it go and don’t worry about it anymore. The lady calls at least once a month. Detective Sharp has investigated the case and has been by there numerous times. Trust me.”
“All that I keep hearing is that detective Sharp says that everything is fine. Has anyone else talked with the woman?”
The captain thought long and hard about it. It seemed that Wally had always done the reports on the case. As a matter of fact, no one else had ever interviewed Mrs. Smith. The captain had never thought anything strange about it until Sonya had brought it up. How come Fred Willis never filed a report on the old lady? She had piqued his curiosity.
He called Wally into his office.
“Wally, I want you to give Sonya Mrs. Smith’s address so that she can interview her.”
“Damn it, Chief! This is nuts! I will not do it!”
“Then you will be suspended and we will get the address through the old records.”
Wally left the room for a minute and returned with a piece of paper. There was an address scribbled on it.
“Here,” he said, handing it to Sonya. “Go waste your time.”
Wally stormed from the room.
“He’s hiding something, Captain. I have a nose for this kind of thing. I know that you guys go way back, but something’s fishy.”
The captain did not say anything. In his heart, he knew that she was on to something. He hoped that Wally was not guilty of something unspeakable. He turned away and waved her out the door.
Sonya grabbed her coat and looked at Wally who was sitting at his desk.
“You coming with me?” she asked him.
“Drop dead,” he growled.
“Okay, then,” she said as she walked out of the police station and hopped into a car.
Wally watched as she drove off. A few minutes later he headed for his own car and sped toward the address. It was an address that he was very familiar with. It was the house where the boy had gone missing.
Wally pulled his car up as far as he could without being seen. Staring through the bushes, he watched as his new partner spoke with two women on the porch. One was about forty and the other was an elderly woman. After about thirty minutes, Sonya Boyle returned to her car and drove off. Wally wondered what she may have learned.
He drove his car up to the house and walked up to the front door. He was angry that his secret was in danger of being found out. He had kept it all of those years.
He knocked on the door and an old lady appeared. She opened the door.
“Detective Sparks,” she said with a smile. “Did you find my son?”
Wally looked at her with pity in his eyes. He knew that she missed her child. He embraced the old lady.
“I am so sorry,” he said. “Momma, I wish that you could remember me. I am your son. It’s me, Wally.”
“Have you found my son?” she asked again.
The younger woman came to the door.
“I’m sorry, Detective Sparks. Your mother slips by me every once in a while and calls the station. I can’t keep tabs on her 24/7. It should be comforting to you that she remembers that number and always asks for you, though. Even if she does not have any real memories at least she still has some sort of connection there.”
“You are the best caregiver that my mother has ever had. No apologies. What did you tell that other detective?”
“I told her that Mrs. Smith was senile, and that her son was fine.”
“Thank you!” Wally said.
He hugged his mother again and walked back to his car. The entire time that he was walking his mother’s voice kept pleading, “Please find my son.”
Wally sat in his car and tears began to well up in his eyes. He looked at the house and thought back to a time many years earlier, when he was just a boy. He had decided that he was going to run away from home and never come back. He didn’t get very far, as a matter of fact he never left the area. Young Wally spent a week in his friends tree house, eating candy and drinking soda. He remembered how he sneaked a peak through the fence as the police came to his house. His mother stood on the same front porch and begged them to bring her son home. Only, at that time, she was not senile. She was just a mother who was worried about her only child.
Wally felt so guilty that he went home that night and confessed to his mother about running away. Her words to him would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Wally, one day you are going to drive me insane.”
Years later, when her memory had started to fade, he always would remember those words. In his heart he felt that perhaps her undoing was his fault and that her calls to the station were his divine punishment for all that he had put her through.
He never wanted any co-workers or friends to know about his mother. It was private and he wanted to keep it that way.
There was indeed a crime at Mrs. Smith’s house.
Wally and his mother were both doing time.
Wally looked up from his typing, sipped his coffee, and glanced at the desk that faced his. A middle aged woman looked back at him and smiled. He immediately put his head down and resumed what he had been doing.
That desk had been occupied by his long time partner, Fred Willis, up until a few weeks ago. Fred had retired and handed over the reigns of lead detective to Wally. He enjoyed the promotion but still missed his old buddy. Fred was nearly fifteen years older than Wally, but they really had a good chemistry.
Fred Willis had been replaced by Sonya Boyle. She was a few years younger than Wally, and not very sociable. He did not like the idea of a female partner. No more dick jokes and commenting on girls tits as they rode around town. It was going to be an adjustment, one that he was not looking forward to.
Sonya had been his partner for two weeks and they had barely spoken. They had not even been out of the office together. Being a two detective team in a medium sized town was quite a mundane job most of the time.
After about half an hour of uncomfortable silence, the police captain emerged from his office.
“Hey Wally, it’s Mrs. Smith on line two. She wants to know when you are going to check on her missing son,” the captain said.
“Thanks Chief. I’ll take it,” Wally responded, picking up the phone and pressing the button for line two.
“This is detective Sharp,” he answered, looking into the eyes of his curious new partner.
“Ma’am, we have gone over this before. Your son is safe and is not missing. Everything is fine,” Wally said.
“No, we are not going to send someone out there. You need to trust me.”
“Goodbye, Ma’am. Everything is fine.”
Wally hung up the phone and faced the stare of his partner.
“What was that all about?” Sonya asked.
“It’s nothing,” Wally answered her.
“If I’m your new partner you need to share cases with me. If a lady is calling about a missing child, then I think that I should at least know the basics of the case.”
Wally was getting annoyed. This particular case had haunted him for almost eight years. He did not want to share it with this strange woman with whom he now worked.
“It’s a solved case. We found the woman’s son and he’s fine. She is loony. That’s all there is to know.”
“Do you have her address,” Sonya asked. “I would like to go talk to her.”
“Look, lady, I told you to not worry about it! You’re here for two weeks and are going to start second guessing me? You just need to let it be.”
Sonya got up from her desk and marched into the captain’s office.
“Captain, I need the address of the woman who just called. I want to stop by and make sure that everything’s okay,” she demanded.
“Don’t need to do that, Sonya. Mrs. Smith is crazy. Her son is just fine. Let it go and don’t worry about it anymore. The lady calls at least once a month. Detective Sharp has investigated the case and has been by there numerous times. Trust me.”
“All that I keep hearing is that detective Sharp says that everything is fine. Has anyone else talked with the woman?”
The captain thought long and hard about it. It seemed that Wally had always done the reports on the case. As a matter of fact, no one else had ever interviewed Mrs. Smith. The captain had never thought anything strange about it until Sonya had brought it up. How come Fred Willis never filed a report on the old lady? She had piqued his curiosity.
He called Wally into his office.
“Wally, I want you to give Sonya Mrs. Smith’s address so that she can interview her.”
“Damn it, Chief! This is nuts! I will not do it!”
“Then you will be suspended and we will get the address through the old records.”
Wally left the room for a minute and returned with a piece of paper. There was an address scribbled on it.
“Here,” he said, handing it to Sonya. “Go waste your time.”
Wally stormed from the room.
“He’s hiding something, Captain. I have a nose for this kind of thing. I know that you guys go way back, but something’s fishy.”
The captain did not say anything. In his heart, he knew that she was on to something. He hoped that Wally was not guilty of something unspeakable. He turned away and waved her out the door.
Sonya grabbed her coat and looked at Wally who was sitting at his desk.
“You coming with me?” she asked him.
“Drop dead,” he growled.
“Okay, then,” she said as she walked out of the police station and hopped into a car.
Wally watched as she drove off. A few minutes later he headed for his own car and sped toward the address. It was an address that he was very familiar with. It was the house where the boy had gone missing.
Wally pulled his car up as far as he could without being seen. Staring through the bushes, he watched as his new partner spoke with two women on the porch. One was about forty and the other was an elderly woman. After about thirty minutes, Sonya Boyle returned to her car and drove off. Wally wondered what she may have learned.
He drove his car up to the house and walked up to the front door. He was angry that his secret was in danger of being found out. He had kept it all of those years.
He knocked on the door and an old lady appeared. She opened the door.
“Detective Sparks,” she said with a smile. “Did you find my son?”
Wally looked at her with pity in his eyes. He knew that she missed her child. He embraced the old lady.
“I am so sorry,” he said. “Momma, I wish that you could remember me. I am your son. It’s me, Wally.”
“Have you found my son?” she asked again.
The younger woman came to the door.
“I’m sorry, Detective Sparks. Your mother slips by me every once in a while and calls the station. I can’t keep tabs on her 24/7. It should be comforting to you that she remembers that number and always asks for you, though. Even if she does not have any real memories at least she still has some sort of connection there.”
“You are the best caregiver that my mother has ever had. No apologies. What did you tell that other detective?”
“I told her that Mrs. Smith was senile, and that her son was fine.”
“Thank you!” Wally said.
He hugged his mother again and walked back to his car. The entire time that he was walking his mother’s voice kept pleading, “Please find my son.”
Wally sat in his car and tears began to well up in his eyes. He looked at the house and thought back to a time many years earlier, when he was just a boy. He had decided that he was going to run away from home and never come back. He didn’t get very far, as a matter of fact he never left the area. Young Wally spent a week in his friends tree house, eating candy and drinking soda. He remembered how he sneaked a peak through the fence as the police came to his house. His mother stood on the same front porch and begged them to bring her son home. Only, at that time, she was not senile. She was just a mother who was worried about her only child.
Wally felt so guilty that he went home that night and confessed to his mother about running away. Her words to him would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“Wally, one day you are going to drive me insane.”
Years later, when her memory had started to fade, he always would remember those words. In his heart he felt that perhaps her undoing was his fault and that her calls to the station were his divine punishment for all that he had put her through.
He never wanted any co-workers or friends to know about his mother. It was private and he wanted to keep it that way.
There was indeed a crime at Mrs. Smith’s house.
Wally and his mother were both doing time.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Happy Birthday, Otin, My Sweetheart!
Happy Birthday
to the most wonderful man in the world!
to the most wonderful man in the world!
Honey, wouldn't it be great if I had baked you a cake and it looked like this?
or perhaps like this?
Image courtesy of Family Fun
But seeing as how we tend to avoid things like cake, I didn't bake a darn thing.
However....after your special steak dinner tonight....
Perhaps we can make an exception and you can have a birthday treat of the ice cream kind?
And then after dessert....we can have more dessert... *wink, wink*
Happy Birthday to the man of my dreams! You make me happier than I have ever been.
I love you with all of my heart, now and forever.
BV
Friday, October 1, 2010
Moving Violet
I began talking to her almost a year ago. The conversations were fresh and exciting, something that had been lacking in my life. I knew from the beginning that this woman was special to me. I had to explore the possibility that some day we might be together.
Her name was Violet and she was the most interesting person whom I had ever encountered. She was witty and creative as well as charming and captivating. The only problem was that she was over a thousand miles away. It is tough enough to start a relationship in the same city, but a four state separation makes it extremely difficult.
I talked to Violet every day for almost a year. I even went to see her a few times, exhausting my financial resources along the way. It was all worth it, though. Sitting and talking to her made my heart soar. It makes me smile just to think back to the beginning of our wonderful relationship.
As time went by, we started to formulate a plan for her to come and be with me. We worked out all of the details except for one thing. The money. It was so expensive to rent a truck to move her with. We didn’t need a huge truck, but still, those things were not cheap.
It was mid September by the time that I had saved up enough to go and get my lovely woman. I packed a few items into my car and I drove the sixteen hours that it took to get me there. I was so excited at the prospect of us being together. I drove straight through.
When I arrived at Violet’s home, we sat and talked for a while before we proceeded with our moving plan. Do to certain situations, Violet and I decided that we needed to keep a low profile. She thought that there may be a few people who would want an explanation of where and why she was going and did not want me to get caught up in a firestorm. I was appreciative of her concern.
I loaded the truck that night. I knew that we would be less visible to nosey strangers and family members that way. It was an exhausting task. I really could have used some help, but I sucked it up and completed the rigorous loading myself. I hooked up my car to the truck, and with Violet behind me we headed back to my house.
The moving truck was tough to drive. It lacked power and was unstable with the car hooked to the back. At least Violet did not have any stress during her part of the trip. I was envious of that.
When we arrived at the house, I was exhausted. Violet wanted me to just leave everything for the morning, but I could not. I wanted to keep working. I unhooked the car and then backed the moving van up to the garage. I opened the garage door and then opened the back of the truck. It started raining as I did that. Just my luck.
I slid a wooden box from the back of the truck. It was heavy and I could have used some help, but Violet was pretty useless in that regard. The box crashed down on the wet ground, rain pelting on it. I couldn’t help it. The casket was heavy, and after all, I had to dig it up and load it all by myself. I was out of energy.
I dragged the casket into my garage. The dirt that was on the wood turning to mud as the rain continued to fall. Once inside the garage I closed the door and flicked on the light. I opened the coffin, exposing the mummified remains of a woman who had died forty years earlier. A beautiful woman named Violet. I grabbed my Ouija board from the front seat of the moving van and set down next to her decayed corpse. We had a great conversation, as usual. It was nice to finally be able to talk to Violet face to face.
We were destined to be together.
Her name was Violet and she was the most interesting person whom I had ever encountered. She was witty and creative as well as charming and captivating. The only problem was that she was over a thousand miles away. It is tough enough to start a relationship in the same city, but a four state separation makes it extremely difficult.
I talked to Violet every day for almost a year. I even went to see her a few times, exhausting my financial resources along the way. It was all worth it, though. Sitting and talking to her made my heart soar. It makes me smile just to think back to the beginning of our wonderful relationship.
As time went by, we started to formulate a plan for her to come and be with me. We worked out all of the details except for one thing. The money. It was so expensive to rent a truck to move her with. We didn’t need a huge truck, but still, those things were not cheap.
It was mid September by the time that I had saved up enough to go and get my lovely woman. I packed a few items into my car and I drove the sixteen hours that it took to get me there. I was so excited at the prospect of us being together. I drove straight through.
When I arrived at Violet’s home, we sat and talked for a while before we proceeded with our moving plan. Do to certain situations, Violet and I decided that we needed to keep a low profile. She thought that there may be a few people who would want an explanation of where and why she was going and did not want me to get caught up in a firestorm. I was appreciative of her concern.
I loaded the truck that night. I knew that we would be less visible to nosey strangers and family members that way. It was an exhausting task. I really could have used some help, but I sucked it up and completed the rigorous loading myself. I hooked up my car to the truck, and with Violet behind me we headed back to my house.
The moving truck was tough to drive. It lacked power and was unstable with the car hooked to the back. At least Violet did not have any stress during her part of the trip. I was envious of that.
When we arrived at the house, I was exhausted. Violet wanted me to just leave everything for the morning, but I could not. I wanted to keep working. I unhooked the car and then backed the moving van up to the garage. I opened the garage door and then opened the back of the truck. It started raining as I did that. Just my luck.
I slid a wooden box from the back of the truck. It was heavy and I could have used some help, but Violet was pretty useless in that regard. The box crashed down on the wet ground, rain pelting on it. I couldn’t help it. The casket was heavy, and after all, I had to dig it up and load it all by myself. I was out of energy.
I dragged the casket into my garage. The dirt that was on the wood turning to mud as the rain continued to fall. Once inside the garage I closed the door and flicked on the light. I opened the coffin, exposing the mummified remains of a woman who had died forty years earlier. A beautiful woman named Violet. I grabbed my Ouija board from the front seat of the moving van and set down next to her decayed corpse. We had a great conversation, as usual. It was nice to finally be able to talk to Violet face to face.
We were destined to be together.
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