You were only 48 years old! Way too young to leave us with only your beautiful voice to remember you by. Good night, Whitney. We'll always have you in our hearts.
Jekyll Island Beach 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO
The Rogue Speaks:
You were only 48 years old! Way too young to leave us with only your beautiful voice to remember you by. Good night, Whitney. We'll always have you in our hearts.
You were only 48 years old! Way too young to leave us with only your beautiful voice to remember you by. Good night, Whitney. We'll always have you in our hearts.
THE FLAMES OF LOVE
The Rogue Speaks:
It's time for some Saturday Centus fun, from Jenny Matlock who writes "Off On My Tangent." If you haven't participated in this writing exercise, you simply must!! Jenny has given us a prompt, and an extra 100 words with which to be creative. Sometimes I'm serious, and sometimes not, but I always try to be very creative. The prompt for this week, "the wedding was at the firehouse," just screams for a little whimsy, so here is my offering:
The boiler heaved its last breath
It's time for some Saturday Centus fun, from Jenny Matlock who writes "Off On My Tangent." If you haven't participated in this writing exercise, you simply must!! Jenny has given us a prompt, and an extra 100 words with which to be creative. Sometimes I'm serious, and sometimes not, but I always try to be very creative. The prompt for this week, "the wedding was at the firehouse," just screams for a little whimsy, so here is my offering:
THE FLAMES OF LOVE
The boiler heaved its last breath
And the basement erupted in flames.
The cinders hit the old toy box,
Igniting the dolls and games.
It quickly raced to the top of the steps
And reached the kitchen door,
Then bursting through with a white hot hue,
It skated across the floor.
The wedding was at the fire house.
“I knew that first moment,” he swore,
“When I saw her face in that big burning place,
That I would search no more.”
“I ran up the ladder and saved her,
And she thanked me for her life.
Then we both knew, as most lovers do,
We’d be happy as fireman and wife!”
This Saturday Centus is in honor of Jenny's sister's wedding, which is being held in a firehouse. I have no idea how the happy couple met, but I don't think it was anything like my little poem suggests. Now please go to Jenny's blog and read the other offerings!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
L is for LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
The Rogue Speaks:
Matthew 19:21-22
Jesus said unto him, If thou wouldst be perfect, go, sell that which thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me. But when the young man heard the saying, he went away sorrowful; for he was one that had great possessions.
WHAT!! You think HEATHENS can't know about the Bible? Well, this heathen does, and it's the "Red Letter Edition" as well. For those of you who don't know what that means, in that edition the words of Jesus are printed in red (That's nice to know, especially if you are curious about how many times Paul actually quotes Jesus in his writings). To hear a wealthy person say that he "doesn't care about the poor. The poor have a safety net." is shocking to me, especially when that wealthy man claims to be a Christian. I think that's what greed does to people. Enough of that, though--let's get on with my Alphabe-Thursday lesson for Miss Jenny.
THE JUMPER, conclusion - "Love Will Find A Way"
Aaron's words had the desired effect, and he and Miriam held their breath as their father, his shoulders drooping, swung his legs back over the balcony, and stood up. Two officers quickly took his arms to prevent him from changing his mind, and guided him back into the living room of his condo. Aaron and Miriam embraced him, and walked with him to the sofa.
After all the officers had left, and they were alone, he began to speak. "I have done some horrible things in the last few years. I have hurt a lot of innocent people, and I am so ashamed and filled with regret. I just don't know how to make things right again. The two of you, and your mother have been my whole life, and I wanted to give only the very best to you. I wanted us to never have to worry about anything. I thought money was the way to do it. Now, I don't know how I can undo the wrongs I have done."
"Dad, what are you talking about? What did you do that was so horrible?" Miriam asked. "We have had a wonderful life because we knew that you loved us! The material things never mattered! We were a family! You and mom were the best parents because you both were caring and supportive! That's all we ever needed."
"I made a lot of money--a LOT of money!" he said. "But people lost their homes because of me. I sold them mortgages that they couldn't afford, and when they couldn't pay, I took their homes! Not only that, but I bet against them. Their loss was my gain--more money for me!"
"Derivatives!" Aaron said. " I knew it! I thought that's what you were telling me when Mom got sick. I thought you would be worried about the ourtageous cost of her treatment, but you told me that it was covered by certain funds you were involved in. I was right, wasn't I, Dad? "
"Yes, son, derivatives--the derivative market. Those poor people! They lost while I got richer every day. I am so ashamed! I hate myself for what I have done. How can I ever make this right?? I know you must hate me now, too."
"Dad, we could never hate you! You are our father, and we will always love you!" Miriam cried. "Aaron, I don't understand this derivatives thing, but isn't there something we can do about this?"
"Yes, " Aaron replied. "We can give it back."
"Aaron, do you know what that means? You and your sister will have no inheritance!"
"We are fine, Dad. We are both fine. We don't need it. Miriam has a wonderful career as a design engineer, and my career in medical research not only pays well, it is the most satisfying thing I have ever done in my life. What we do need is you. It's time you retired, anyway. We need you to be part of our lives and our children's lives. We will take care of you the way you and Mom took care of us--with love and devotion."
"Dad, Aaron is right! Let us take care of you. This place is too big for you anyway! Sell it! Come live with me and Phillip and the boys! The guest house is just perfect for you! And you can work in the garden! You always loved that when we were small. All those beautiful flowers that we helped you plant! And the vegetables that we grew from seeds! I was always in awe that those little seeds sprouted and grew. I want my children to know you the way I did, and I want you to be a part of their lives. Please, Dad!"
"I'll go with you to the office on Monday," Aaron said. "We'll go through your files, and find those people. I'll get Mark Woodward to handle the transactions. You remember Mark! He was my best friend when I was young, and he still is. What do you say, Dad? Does that sound like a plan?"
"I don't know, Aaron. I don't want to be a burden to you and Miriam."
"A burden?? Dad, you could never be a burden! You and Mom loved us and helped us to grow into responsible adults with families of our own. You cared for us! Now it is our turn to show you just how much we love you and appreciate you for the wonderful father you have been.! Let us care of you!! We can make this thing right, Dad, and give those people back their lives," Aaron said warmly, taking his father's hand.
"Come home with me tonight, Dad. I don't want you staying here by yourself," said Miriam, and she went to fetch a few clothes.
After locking the door to the condo, he paused, remembering his sweet and gentle wife, and the life they had shared together. He thought of all the hurt he had caused with his greed, and then he looked at his two loving children, and realized that he must have done something right after all.
He cried.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my little story. Now please go here for my continuation of last week's "Kids" post, Loveable Kids!
Matthew 19:21-22
Jesus said unto him, If thou wouldst be perfect, go, sell that which thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me. But when the young man heard the saying, he went away sorrowful; for he was one that had great possessions.
WHAT!! You think HEATHENS can't know about the Bible? Well, this heathen does, and it's the "Red Letter Edition" as well. For those of you who don't know what that means, in that edition the words of Jesus are printed in red (That's nice to know, especially if you are curious about how many times Paul actually quotes Jesus in his writings). To hear a wealthy person say that he "doesn't care about the poor. The poor have a safety net." is shocking to me, especially when that wealthy man claims to be a Christian. I think that's what greed does to people. Enough of that, though--let's get on with my Alphabe-Thursday lesson for Miss Jenny.
THE JUMPER, conclusion - "Love Will Find A Way"
Aaron's words had the desired effect, and he and Miriam held their breath as their father, his shoulders drooping, swung his legs back over the balcony, and stood up. Two officers quickly took his arms to prevent him from changing his mind, and guided him back into the living room of his condo. Aaron and Miriam embraced him, and walked with him to the sofa.
After all the officers had left, and they were alone, he began to speak. "I have done some horrible things in the last few years. I have hurt a lot of innocent people, and I am so ashamed and filled with regret. I just don't know how to make things right again. The two of you, and your mother have been my whole life, and I wanted to give only the very best to you. I wanted us to never have to worry about anything. I thought money was the way to do it. Now, I don't know how I can undo the wrongs I have done."
"Dad, what are you talking about? What did you do that was so horrible?" Miriam asked. "We have had a wonderful life because we knew that you loved us! The material things never mattered! We were a family! You and mom were the best parents because you both were caring and supportive! That's all we ever needed."
"I made a lot of money--a LOT of money!" he said. "But people lost their homes because of me. I sold them mortgages that they couldn't afford, and when they couldn't pay, I took their homes! Not only that, but I bet against them. Their loss was my gain--more money for me!"
"Derivatives!" Aaron said. " I knew it! I thought that's what you were telling me when Mom got sick. I thought you would be worried about the ourtageous cost of her treatment, but you told me that it was covered by certain funds you were involved in. I was right, wasn't I, Dad? "
"Yes, son, derivatives--the derivative market. Those poor people! They lost while I got richer every day. I am so ashamed! I hate myself for what I have done. How can I ever make this right?? I know you must hate me now, too."
"Dad, we could never hate you! You are our father, and we will always love you!" Miriam cried. "Aaron, I don't understand this derivatives thing, but isn't there something we can do about this?"
"Yes, " Aaron replied. "We can give it back."
"Aaron, do you know what that means? You and your sister will have no inheritance!"
"We are fine, Dad. We are both fine. We don't need it. Miriam has a wonderful career as a design engineer, and my career in medical research not only pays well, it is the most satisfying thing I have ever done in my life. What we do need is you. It's time you retired, anyway. We need you to be part of our lives and our children's lives. We will take care of you the way you and Mom took care of us--with love and devotion."
"Dad, Aaron is right! Let us take care of you. This place is too big for you anyway! Sell it! Come live with me and Phillip and the boys! The guest house is just perfect for you! And you can work in the garden! You always loved that when we were small. All those beautiful flowers that we helped you plant! And the vegetables that we grew from seeds! I was always in awe that those little seeds sprouted and grew. I want my children to know you the way I did, and I want you to be a part of their lives. Please, Dad!"
"I'll go with you to the office on Monday," Aaron said. "We'll go through your files, and find those people. I'll get Mark Woodward to handle the transactions. You remember Mark! He was my best friend when I was young, and he still is. What do you say, Dad? Does that sound like a plan?"
"I don't know, Aaron. I don't want to be a burden to you and Miriam."
"A burden?? Dad, you could never be a burden! You and Mom loved us and helped us to grow into responsible adults with families of our own. You cared for us! Now it is our turn to show you just how much we love you and appreciate you for the wonderful father you have been.! Let us care of you!! We can make this thing right, Dad, and give those people back their lives," Aaron said warmly, taking his father's hand.
"Come home with me tonight, Dad. I don't want you staying here by yourself," said Miriam, and she went to fetch a few clothes.
After locking the door to the condo, he paused, remembering his sweet and gentle wife, and the life they had shared together. He thought of all the hurt he had caused with his greed, and then he looked at his two loving children, and realized that he must have done something right after all.
He cried.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my little story. Now please go here for my continuation of last week's "Kids" post, Loveable Kids!
LOVABLE KIDS, PART TWO
The Rogue Speaks:
Last week's collection of KIDS was certainly a lot of fun for everyone. I hope you all clicked on the captions and visited all the blogs. If you haven't, please go here.
My lesson for Miss Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday has lots of new photos of blogging friends who were eager to participate this week. Check these beauties out:
Among these photos is one of my friend, Cher Duncombe. She has just started a new blog and would love for everyone to stop by and leave a comment.
Last week's collection of KIDS was certainly a lot of fun for everyone. I hope you all clicked on the captions and visited all the blogs. If you haven't, please go here.
My lesson for Miss Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday has lots of new photos of blogging friends who were eager to participate this week. Check these beauties out:
Thanks for stopping by! Please take a peek at the school work of the other students in Miss Jenny's class! Please go here for my other Alphabe-Thursday post, the conclusion of The Jumper.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
THE TWO PEAS!
The Rogue Speaks:
Yikes! It's Sunday, and I am writing my Saturday Centus! I think I have too much on my plate right now, and it's not peas, either! Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent took a suggestion from Nonna once again and gave us a cute prompt. I can do cute. I can also do mindless, so here is my mindless little poem, an ode of sorts to my husband, Rod, and our marriage. The picture you see is of us in St. Thomas on our honeymoon in 1986, and those shorts, if I still had them, would still fit. Rod's hair is wavy, and it's waving good-bye. The prompt is in the title.
Yikes! It's Sunday, and I am writing my Saturday Centus! I think I have too much on my plate right now, and it's not peas, either! Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent took a suggestion from Nonna once again and gave us a cute prompt. I can do cute. I can also do mindless, so here is my mindless little poem, an ode of sorts to my husband, Rod, and our marriage. The picture you see is of us in St. Thomas on our honeymoon in 1986, and those shorts, if I still had them, would still fit. Rod's hair is wavy, and it's waving good-bye. The prompt is in the title.
TWO PEAS IN A POD
Here we are
Two peas in a pod.
You say something
And I nod!
We love reading,
We love art.
You know the secrets
Of my heart.
When we dine,
We eat the same,
We even share a
Common name!
Oh, we’re different,
In some ways.
I’m a night owl,
You love days.
But we both love dancing
When the music plays.
We love our children,
We love our pets,
And that’s as perfect
As it gets!
You’re my husband,
I’m your wife,
And we have
A happy life.
Sounds like we two
Have a winner.
Now, dear, take me
Out to dinner!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
K IS FOR KIDS
The Rogue Speaks:
First let me say that I have been having keyboard issues ALL DAY, and I can't post any more pictures. I will do this again next week, so please send your photos to rogueartist@q.com along with a link to your blog.
Ah, the joys of childhood! We've all been there, and some of us are still there!! I stole the following from my friend, Tony's blog. I know he won't mind, though.
No ugly children in this group! Isn't it nice to have such beautiful friends? Try to guess just who these lovely children are, and if you don't have a clue, just click the captions on the photos and read some great blogs!!
First let me say that I have been having keyboard issues ALL DAY, and I can't post any more pictures. I will do this again next week, so please send your photos to rogueartist@q.com along with a link to your blog.
Ah, the joys of childhood! We've all been there, and some of us are still there!! I stole the following from my friend, Tony's blog. I know he won't mind, though.
No ugly children in this group! Isn't it nice to have such beautiful friends? Try to guess just who these lovely children are, and if you don't have a clue, just click the captions on the photos and read some great blogs!!
I have TWO posts today, so go here for the next one!!!!
K is for A KINDER, GENTLER WORLD
The Rogue Speaks:
O.k., so I have two posts for Alphabe-Thursday! Others have done that, so I guess I can, too! The only issue is my music, which I can't seem to coordinate between the two. To read the first two chapters of the story, go here, then here. So here is the contination of my story, The Jumper.
A KINDER, GENTLER WORLD
“Sir, your children are here. Don’t let them see you do this!”
An officer had led Miriam and Aaron into the living room, and through the slider, they could see their father sitting on the railing. He looked so very old and frail. Slowly, he turned his head toward them. He gazed at them through haunted eyes, then turned away.
“Can we talk to him?” Miriam asked. The officer nodded.
“Dad!” Miriam pleaded. “Please don’t do this! We love you! We need you! Whatever it is, we can get through it together!”
Aaron hugged his sister a little tighter, and stepped closer to the open door. “Dad, it’s not too late to make this thing right. We’ll work out a plan, the three of us. Please, Dad! Think of Mom! She wouldn’t want this! We need to stay together! For her sake! Come inside, Dad!”
Miriam turned to Aaron. “What thing? What did he do? Aaron, what thing?”
“Let’s just get him in, Miriam. We’ll talk about that later.”
Well, that's it for this week. Come back next week for the next chapter!! Oh, and go here for the other post.
O.k., so I have two posts for Alphabe-Thursday! Others have done that, so I guess I can, too! The only issue is my music, which I can't seem to coordinate between the two. To read the first two chapters of the story, go here, then here. So here is the contination of my story, The Jumper.
A KINDER, GENTLER WORLD
“Sir, your children are here. Don’t let them see you do this!”
An officer had led Miriam and Aaron into the living room, and through the slider, they could see their father sitting on the railing. He looked so very old and frail. Slowly, he turned his head toward them. He gazed at them through haunted eyes, then turned away.
“Can we talk to him?” Miriam asked. The officer nodded.
“Dad!” Miriam pleaded. “Please don’t do this! We love you! We need you! Whatever it is, we can get through it together!”
Aaron hugged his sister a little tighter, and stepped closer to the open door. “Dad, it’s not too late to make this thing right. We’ll work out a plan, the three of us. Please, Dad! Think of Mom! She wouldn’t want this! We need to stay together! For her sake! Come inside, Dad!”
Miriam turned to Aaron. “What thing? What did he do? Aaron, what thing?”
“Let’s just get him in, Miriam. We’ll talk about that later.”
Well, that's it for this week. Come back next week for the next chapter!! Oh, and go here for the other post.
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