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Monday, 30 December 2013

Kids New Years Eve Party


Christmas came and left, and now the focus has shifted to the festivities that will be held on New Years Eve. Most people are making plans to go to the numerous parties and ring in the New Year in style. This is great and I love the excitement this special day brings, but won't be going to any parties this year.

In fact, I didn't go to any last year either, and had a terrific time at home. My son was always sad whenever I went out, and felt that he should be a part of the celebrations. I decided to stay home last year, and hosted a very small kids party instead. This will also be repeated this year.

The guest list includes four of my son's cousins and  two of his friends. It has to be a small sleepover party because I don't intend to frazzle myself out. The bottles of sparkling fruit juice is already chilling in the fridge, and the disposable wine glasses and party favors were bought in advance. All that is needed is the food and that's not a problem. Pop some wings into the oven along with a batch of cookies, and everyone is happy.

Thank goodness for Pizza Hut too. The pizzas will be pre-ordered as I know how busy their delivery schedule can be. There will be enough snacks and activities planned, as I intend to have a good time with my young guests. One of my neighbours always have a party, so I don't have to play music as theirs is extremely loud. They will no doubt provide the fireworks, so that's added entertainment to watch from my windows. The kids are excited and looking forward to the sleepover party, so that certainly puts me in a happier mood.

I doubt I'll be hosting another in 2014. Another family member or friend will take a turn playing host next year. It's only fair, and it takes care of everyone's babysitting dilemma for the evening. This will probably be my last post for 2013, so I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year!

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Saturday, 28 December 2013

Book Review: Damaged Girls 1

 Damaged Girls is a most appropriate title for this book, written by Janice G. Ross.This author certainly knows how to spin a tale, as I was immediately drawn into the tangled web of lust and deceit she wove with an entertaining, yet serious modern day drama.

The story is narrated by Morgan, and is focused on her friend Stevie. Stevie is a man in his mid thirties who is only attracted to teenage girls, impatiently waiting for the day when they hit the legally ripe age of consent (16 yrs), so he can immediately start relationships with them.

He gets involved with Jessie, a young, lovestruck and headstrong teen, and rekindles an old flame named Jillie. (By old, I mean Jillie is now twenty-one, which is not the age group Stevie usually likes his girls to be in.) He is a jealous man who is determined to have his cake and eat it too, and that is evident throughout the story as it deepens with intriguing scenarios and intense dialogue.

I must admit that I was slightly disappointed with the abruptness of the ending, and felt the story could have closed off with a proper air of suspense, leaving the reader to amusingly speculate its outcome. Let's hope Damaged Girls 2 make up for that, which I look forward to reading. However, Damaged Girls 1 is a book that is sure to make interesting table conversation or discussion.The author, Janice G. Ross wrote a good fiction story, although it reflects the realities of life that is sometimes seen in today's society.


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Tuesday, 24 December 2013

My Christmas Muse for 2013

Christmas Tree

This Christmas will be a quiet one for me, and won't be going to the numerous activities and events that will be held for the festive season. I intend to spend a peaceful time at home, reading books and writing more articles for my blog and a few clients. My studies have also been neglected, and this too, will be my primary focus.

As I'm sitting at my desk writing this, the urge to go outside and sit in the warm sun and admire the flowers in the garden is tempting. But it is too great a distraction, as there are many errands to do to ensure Christmas Day, as well as Boxing Day special ones. My son ate all of the treats that were in the stockings, so I need to get more refills as well. I only took a break and ended up jotting this article; scribbling my thoughts clears my mind and relaxes me.

I always know when Christmas is near because the wind changes in late October, carrying that special fresh pine scent I love. My hometown Mandeville, is 2,000 feet above sea level and is one of the very few places in Jamaica known for its cool climate. It tends to get foggy too, and is fondly referred to as "The English City of Jamaica."

There are a lot of pine trees around, and some people including my family, often go to the nearby tree nurseries and select the trees we want in advance, tagging them with our special ribbons or other identification. Another sign of the festive season is the pleasant aroma of rum cakes and fruit cakes being baked. These are sure signs of Christmas that always puts me in the festive spirit.

Well, this is my little post of the day, as time is precious, and my coffee break ended long ago. Writing really is absorbing and makes one forget about everything else.

Christmas Cake

Have a Merry Christmas and a healthy, prosperous New Year!

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Saturday, 21 December 2013

A Ray of Hope (200 word flash fiction)

Rainy Weather

 Laura looked around the tiny studio, and sat on the bed and cried. Gary put his arms around her.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll get you a nicer place than this someday," he promised, wiping her tears away.

 He felt as dreary as the heavy downpour of rain outside, like the weatherman predicted.  
"Gary, what are we to do? You lost your job, we're behind in the rent, and the landlord wants to evict us. Maybe we acted hastily when we ran away and eloped. I know my dad will help us if we ask him."

"No! Your dad already thinks I'm a loser. Asking him for money will only convince him he's right," Gary retorted, answering the telephone when it rang. He smiled after the call ended.

"That was my uncle Ray who lives out of town. He offered me a job in his car service company, and wants me to start  right away. How do you feel about moving?"

"I can't wait," said Laura, kissing Gary. "It's a good opportunity to make a fresh start and pay our bills. Besides, you promised me a better home to live in."

Their future became brighter than the weatherman's forecast.

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Friday, 20 December 2013

Sweet Revenge

The door slammed, echoing down the hall. Joan smiled as she put dinner on the table. Jim was home on time, just like clockwork. Dinner was a silent affair, for Jim did not care much for conversation, and did not want his wife to talk unless she was spoken to. "A woman must know her place," he often told her. 

Joan had left her husband  several times, only to have Jim track her down and bring her back to their house, beating her on each occasion. The last time he threatened her, saying he would kill her if she ever left him again. Joan took his threat seriously, especially after seeing the crazed look in his eyes.

Well, tonight was the last time she would spend here, if her plan worked the way she wanted. Why shouldn’t it? She thought, making herself a cup of cocoa after dinner. Jim came into the kitchen and put a couple ice cubes in a glass, then poured some whiskey in it, and drank, watching his wife the entire time.

“You made me look like a damn fool in front of my friends, running away from me!  Now my friends think I am not man enough to keep my wife at home. You embarrassed me with your stupid actions.”

Joan flinched, thinking she was going to be hit again. When she realized that it was not going to happen, she took a sip of cocoa, sitting down at the table. Jim swallowed more whiskey before continuing his rant. "Y you will never g get another chance to leave me again. I made sure of that, you, you!" Jim began to slur his words.

Good, the poison was taking effect, Joan thought, smiling. Jim always had whiskey before going to bed. The glass dropped from Jim’s hand, and he began to stagger towards the table, reaching out to Joan with outstretched hands.“W what did you do to me?” he asked in a raspy voice.

Joan stood up, finishing her cocoa. She felt a pang of anxiety at what she had done, but when she heard Jim cursing her, her confidence was boosted knowing she had finally overpowered him in her own way. “I poisoned your drink, you bastard. It was the only way I would ever be free of you.”

Jim now lay dying on the kitchen floor, perspiring heavily and could barely breathe. He did manage to smile briefly while Joan watched him suffer. Then Jim struggle to talk, beckoning her to come closer. Joan knelt at his side, no longer afraid of her husband.

"P poisoned th can cocoa!”  It was the last thing Jim said before dying, but he lived long enough to hear his wife scream in fear.

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Wednesday, 18 December 2013

My Christmas Wish (Acrostic Poem)

Christmas Tree and Gifts

Many trees to trim, lots of tasty goodies to bake
You'd better remember the orphans' gifts to take

Christmas shoppers are frustrated and so tired
Having to get the kids' gifts, or they will be" fired"
Roll out the garland, quickly decorate the front door
In a minute carolers will come knocking once more
Snowmen and snow angels are bound to delight
Tow trucks are aplenty and giving us all a fright
Mealtimes will always be treasured occasions
As some relatives are coming from far locations
Special times that bring festivities for all nations

Warm the cider,  bring out some more wine
It is time for our prayers and then we'll dine
Seasons Greetings for a very Happy Holiday
Hoping all you wish for will come your way!

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Monday, 16 December 2013

Book Review: The Killing of Perry Santos: And Other Short Stories

If you like suspense and espionage involving spies, along with the intrigue that always go with it, then "The Killing of Perry Santos: And Other Short Stories" is sure to please. This book is written by Scott Durham, a talented author, based on what I've read. I was given no time to feel bored as the content I read grabbed my attention from the very beginning, with its fast paced rhythm of action and well executed scenarios.

Mr. Durham is an author who does not mince his words. He is precise and gets straight to the point; therefore is effective in delivering a collection of stories mixed with murder, and stirred with wry humour. If the pen is a weapon, then Scott Durham is a writer who knows how to use it with ease. The book cover itself is attractive, and also caught my eye as well.

I am not one who like to divulge a lot of information about a book, much preferring to give readers a chance to find out on their own. But I will say my reaction to the book was not disappointing. I look forward to reading more of this author's books, and the next one will soon be released to the public.

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Thursday, 12 December 2013

Give Me Love

Give me love without any reason
One that won't change with season
Give me love to be my dearest friend
A love that nurtures until the very end

Give me love as sunny as the day
So he'll see clearly to walk my way
Give me love branded on his heart
A love no-one will ever tear apart

Give me love, one so understanding and kind
No more deceiving love to play with my mind
Give me love that will show his tender care
I want to be happy, and not cry another tear

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Wednesday, 11 December 2013

1 Drink 2 Many

I remember spending a few days with family and friends at a villa near the beach. It was a marvelous time frolicking in the pool, and dancing to pulsating rhythms of reggae and calypso.

There was a generous supply of alcohol, but most of the guests drank in moderation. However, a mature fun loving couple named Stella and Paul was never seen without drinks in their hands.

They kept the staff busy, as they continuously drank glasses of vodka chased with coconut water or ginger ale. Stella and Paul were the first ones to drink in the morning, and the last to leave the bar at nights. The effects of alcohol made Stella talkative, and it made Paul feel like a strutting young cock among the hens.

Stella liked to float on an inflatable raft in the pool while sipping her drink, and balanced the glass on her stomach when her hand got tired. If she needed another one, Paul or one of the staff were always there to “fill her up.” I knew Stella loved her liquid diet, but didn’t realize just how much until an incident occurred one day.

Most of us were busy playing dominoes, or doing other activities. The music was loud and no one paid any attention to the person in the pool. It was just luck that a friend looked toward the pool. Stella had fallen off the raft and had gotten into difficulties. We quickly ran over and heard her shouting as she went underwater.

“Help, save the drink!” Stella repeated a couple times as she went under and came back up. While she struggled to keep her head above water, Stella’s hand was raised high in the air, firmly holding onto her glass of alcohol.

“Save the what?” was the question we asked each other in disbelief.

“No, she couldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, yes, she did!”

 A couple of the men went to her assistance, as Paul was too pickled to rescue his wife. But he stood by the poolside laughing with the rest of us at the hilarious request Stella made when she almost drowned.  Her precious drink was saved too.

Stella was slightly shaken by the incident, so it was surprising to hear her say, ” I need a drink to calm my nerves.”

 She was told to rest instead, and managed to stay sober for a short period before drinking again, much to our disapproval. She had her husband’s company for a drinking partner. I’m glad I rarely socialize with this couple.

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Monday, 9 December 2013

Warning to Santa Claus

Santa Claus

Dear Santa

My son and his friends cannot wait to see you
The other parents and I are not happy, alas we rue 
Last Christmas should have been a festive season
But you made it very sad and here is the reason

Instead of taking pictures with kids on your lap
You danced, gyrated, sang, fell, then took a nap
I know Christmas time brings joy and good cheer
Why did you have to do it with a six pack of beer?

The elves worked extremely hard to hide your mishap
What they should have done was to give you a slap
You have always gotten top ratings, and never a low
So please come sober this year with a HO HO HO!

Angry Mom

This actually happened a couple years ago

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Saturday, 7 December 2013


Glazed Ham

Oh, I just love to eat pork
Finger food or with a fork

Pork stew, chops or honey glazed ham
Give me a plate with some candied yam

I'm addicted to this very versatile meat
Pork cooked in any style is a tasty treat

Joined a support group to defend my reasoning
Had to tell why I like ribs with spicy seasoning

My support group meets every Friday night
At the Pork Pit, Rib Cage or Porkers Delight

It is not easy, I will reluctantly admit
To resist roast suckling pig in all its glit

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Friday, 6 December 2013

A Neighbour to Watch

Mike and I were pleased when the house next door was sold. It had been empty for a while, and we hoped its new occupant was friendlier than the last couple who lived there.

My curiosity got the better of me, thinking the neighbour had enough time to get settled in. I baked some cookies to take along, and we went to welcome him to the neighbourhood.

Jake Briggs was a pleasant man and we hit it off instantly. He was in his forties, divorced, and worked as a freelance accountant from home. Mike and I invited him over to dinner a couple times, joking that single men shouldn't eat alone. It was good that Mike had male company to hang out with, I thought.

One morning after Mike left for work, I went to make myself a cup of coffee, and happened to glance out the kitchen window which faces my new neighbour's own. Jake was looking at me with a smile on his face. I waved and saw that he was shirtless. My eyes travelled down and realised he was in fact, stark naked. I quickly turned away from the window in shock.

When Mike got home I told him about the incident. He shrugged his shoulders, and told me Jake probably was embarrassed too, so I should forget about it. His response did not reassure me but didn't bother to comment.

Over the next few days Jake seemed to know my routine, and would stand by the kitchen window making sure I saw his nudity.  He even had the nerve to wink at me a couple times. I was embarrassed at first, but as he continued I was hopping mad.

My complaints fell on deaf ears whenever I spoke to Mike and we quarrelled.  He accused me of being jealous because Jake did not have a wife I could talk to. That remark stung because it wasn't true. Whenever Jake came over to hang out with Mike, he was so charming to me that Mike did not believe my complaints. 

I decided to take matters into my own hands and got even. Two can play the game, and I was not going to let my perverted neighbour win. He seemed to spend more time flaunting his naked body than working. As soon as Mike left for work the next morning, I went to the kitchen and washed up the dishes. Jake soon came and stood by his window blowing me a kiss. I felt like walking away but stayed to see my plan through.

I smiled as though I was now enjoying Jake's flirtatious manner, which only seemed to please him more. He slowly licked his lips with his tongue, and touched his genitals. His actions repulsed me, but my determination to put an end to Jake's lewd behaviour made me watch. Later that night while Mike was asleep, I sat at the computer and began to work.

I got up early the next morning, stuffed some sheets of paper in Jake's mail box, and put a few more in a couple of the closest neighbours' mail boxes as well. When Mike left for work I went and stood by the kitchen window, sipping my coffee while I waited for the creep to appear. It didn't take long, and he was soon up to his antics again. I gave him the finger and walked away.

Jake went to collect his mail and found some posters of him in all his glory. Each poster had him posing in various positions, and it was obvious he was enjoying every minute of it. Jake wore a stunned look on his face and glanced at my front window. I waved at him, and held up a sign with the word "BUSTED!" He hurried inside his house and slammed the door. By evening, everyone on the block knew about the pervert who recently moved there.

Jake won't be a neighbour for very long, as a Realtor came by to inspect his house. I hope the next occupants who live in the house will be a nice couple, and their stay will be much longer than Jake's. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be too hasty to put away the hidden camera I installed in the kitchen.

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Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Horsing Around

“Quit horsing around, and behave yourselves!” scolded Harriet Hen as she marched her chicks into the courtyard.

It’s not our fault, Mom. Percy Pig was acting like an ass.” said Cherry Chick.

“Why did you have to rat on me?” asked Percy Pig in an annoyed manner.

“My sister‘s not a squealer. You take that back!” shouted Lucky Chick.

“What’s all the quacking about?” asked Dan Dog, as he approached the other animals.

“Percy Pig tried to milk us by eating most of the corn.” Rusty Rooster complained.

“I did not, you goatish old liar!”

“That bullish attitude will not be tolerated at all, Percy Pig!”Dan Dog said as he listened to the squabble.

That Percy Pig is baaad news,” Dotty Duck commented.

‘We all have to share and live peacefully on Friendly Farm. If you can’t abide by the rules, I’ll have to report you to Farmer Brown," warned Dan Dog.

“Please don’t report me, Dan Dog," pleaded Percy Pig. "I’m sorry I acted like a sly fox. It will not happen again,” 

“We’ll be watching you. Your wolfish appetite is always getting out of hand,” Clover Cow remarked, while chewing her cud.

‘That’s the clucking truth!” agreed Sam Sheep, slowing nodding his head.

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