Punch a Higher Floor

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life…

‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You’re on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor.

The elevator has definitely brought us down today. I was out running some errands this morning, and when I got in the car, the radio announcer announced that Prince had died, then the melodic chords of Purple Rain filled the car,Prince-CTC and I was truly saddened. Growing up watching the Purple Rain movie over, and over, and over again, and each time being overtaken by the emotion of this song in the movie, brought a tear to my eye in light of the news. Prince was definitely an icon during my high school years. Who didn’t have a crush on him, with those dark eyes, and that mischievous smile, the clothes he wore, plus he could dance AND sing. An extraordinary musician, who could rock those high heeled boots better than anyone!! Truly a musical legend, and even though we can’t see it, I bet he is laughing in the Purple Rain.

 

Let’s Go Crazy Lyrics by Prince and the Revolution

#BlogBattle: Float – Week 58 – The One about the Root Beer Float

🙂 Tuesday is upon us again!!  Time for #Blogbattle

#BlogBattle is a weekly short story challenge using a single word for inspiration.  Hosted by the talented Rachael Ritchey.  Feel free to join in, or click here to read the current week’s stories and vote for your favorites.

This is kinda-sorta a continuation, but I think it can be read without having to go back. (hopefully 😉 ) If you’d like to read a little more background check out Drop a Hint. Otherwise, read another tale with Nita and Michael.

 

This week’s word:  Float

Genre:  Romance

The One about the Root Beer Float

Even though Nita makes it to the Salon just in time for her first client, she considers herself running late, and she hates that. She walks in and dumps everything on the break room table, and heads out to the floor to greet her first client.

She is busy all morning and the first chance she gets to take somewhat of a break is when she walks into the break room to rinse out the color bowl while her client’s color is processing. Her phone begins to vibrate on the table, looking like a Mexican jumping bean; she grabs it before it meets the edge. Ugh!! It’s probably my mom or sister. They were the ones texting her all morning, causing her to be late. She looks down at the screen and reads the message, and says aloud, “You’ve got to be kidding me. I don’t need this right now.” Frustrated, she lifts her arm winding up like a professional baseball player to throw her phone across the room. Just then Michael walks in and expertly grabs her wrist with one hand and the phone with the other, right as it slips from her fingers, saying, “You don’t want to do that Buttercup. Sit. Now tell me what’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“My mom and sister are driving me crazy with all Kaycee’s wedding plans, you know how Kaycee is? They’ve been texting me all morning, which made me late. So I thought it was one of them when I checked my phone, but you will never guess who it was instead. Just guess…go ahead…you’ll never guess.” Nita says, her voice tap dancing on this side of hysterical.

With no hint of humor Michael replies, “Kanye West.” Nita snaps her head to the side and glowers at him. “What? If I got a text from him, I’d certainly want to throw my phone across the room.” Michael reasons.

“Seriously? C’mon guess.” Clearly not in the mood for foolishness.

“The Dalia Lama.”

“Michael!!” Now she’s angry.

Michael opens his arms wide, and taunts back, “Cupcake, I can do this all day. Why don’t you just tell me.”

“Jerk.” She mumbles, trying not to smile. “Fine. It was Jason. Jason sent me a text.”

“Jason? Where the hell did he crawl out from under?”

“I know, right? I was getting these calls from a number I didn’t recognize, since I deleted his number, and I didn’t check the messages until last night, he’s left me like two voice messages. Then in the midst of the wedding drama, he texts me.”

“What does he want?”

“He wants to meet with me…so he can explain his inexcusable behavior. His words, not mine.”

“Well…at least he admits he’s been a jerk. What’re you going to do?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t need this right now.” Nita debates, sounding not unlike a whiney child.

“You should go. You know you want to. Let him explain, and then go from there. At least give him that.”

“Ugh…I hate it when you’re right.” More whine to go with that cheese.

“It is a gift.” Michael declares with eyes closed and a confident nod.

“I need something to relieve this stress.  You know what I could go for right now? A Root Beer Float. Nothing like a taste from childhood to calm the soul.” Nita stares off into the distance as she pictures the creamy goodness.

“Awwww, Honey Bunches of Oats, you know if I had time, I’d go get you one, but I am swamped today.” Before he leaves the break room, he turns around and says, “Text Jason back, but you set the time and the place, some place where you are comfortable, and when you are ready to talk to him.

Nita replies with a heartfelt smile, “Thanks Jelly Bean.” They look at each other as they both scrunch up their noses and shake their heads, Nita says, “Doesn’t work does it?”

Michael replies with a shudder, “No…NO….just no.” Then he leaves.

~ ❤ ~

Jason agrees to meet Nita for lunch. She is already seated at her favorite restaurant when Jason walks in. Her breath catches when she sees him. Why does he have to look so good. Calm yourself Nita, don’t let him see how he affects you. Breathe in….breathe out.

“Nita.” Jason greets her with that killer smile. Damn him.

“Jason.” She dodges his hug and puts forth her hand for a friendly handshake. He holds her hand longer than is necessary between both of his. She ignores the tingles that are racing up her arm.

They order their food, making small talk. Nita hopes that she isn’t the one who has to address the elephant in the room, but she didn’t come here to talk about the weather. After a brief lull in the conversation, she’s grateful that Jason begins by saying, “Nita, thank you for not ignoring my calls, and agreeing to meet with me. You had every right to blow me off, but I’m so glad you didn’t. There’s a lot to explain, where do I begin?”

“How about why you asked me out for a second date, but then cancelled at the last minute, and never called me back? There’s a good place to start.” Nita says as she punctuates her words with a French fry in her hand, then takes a bite of it.

He nods his head in concession and starts from the beginning. He explains that when his grandmother invited her to join them for the Wine Tasting Fest, he had just broken up with his fiancée, Kelsey, whom she didn’t like very much. Being that it is difficult to say no to his grandmother, he went along. But while they were together it was Kelsey, who was texting him the whole time. He asked her out again, because he thought that Kelsey would leave him alone, but things just got worse, he cancelled so he could get that situation under control before continuing anything with her.

Kelsey’s father knew him from the brokerage firm. Her and her family only saw him for his position and title. That is not what’s important to him, but after awhile it was all that mattered to her. Once he realized it, he tried to end it then. But she turned vindictive and manipulative, and even threatened suicide all the while proclaiming her undying love for him. At first her family didn’t see it, but after this last time, they realized that she needed some help. It has taken him this long to get the situation under control, so that is why he called her now. He ends his tale with a sincere apology, by saying “I am truly sorry, can you forgive me?”

Nita takes a moment to absorb everything he’s shared, she takes a sip of her Iced Tea, then says, “I don’t know what to say, that’s a lot to deal with. But yes…yes, I can forgive you.”

With his hand splayed across his broad chest, he lets out the breath he was holding, and says, “Good,” with noticeable relief. “Can we start over? From right here, right now?”

“I’d like that.” Nita says with a smile.

With his arms outstretched, gesturing around the room he says, “This…this is more of who I am. I’m just an average guy, Nita.” With spontaneous excitement, he rubs his hands together and says, “I think this calls for a celebration dessert. Brownies and Root Beer Floats, just like I used to have when I was a kid. Nothing like a taste from childhood to make everything right with the world.” He says with a wink.

© 2016 Carrie Ann

Happy Homemaker Monday 04.18.16

Morning!!   Another week, another Monday, another cuppa coffee that’s not doing it’s job this morning 😦  Have a wonderful week!!

Linking-up with Sandra at Diary of a Stay at Home Mom.

 

 

 

THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS:

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WHAT’S FEEDING MY BOOK ADDICTION:
The House on Tradd Street by Karen White. I have been waiting for this one for some time. My mom told me about another book by this author, but when I looked it up I found this series. For some reason the Kindle Library Loan system was not working properly, so I just now downloaded it. This is a whole series about old homes in the Charleston area. This one is really good, old house renovations, ghosts, mystery, romance, and the main character sees and feels dead people. I’m over half way through it, each chapter gets better and better. It’s not a creepy, scary ghost story, because of the main character’s personality. It was well worth the wait, now I’ll have to wait for all the other ones.

LOL CHUCKLES, AND GIGGLES:

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RECIPE I TRIED/ONE I WANT TO TRY:
The Churro ice cream bowls, were a big hit!! It was a bit involved, but they were good. You are supposed to use aIMG_20160416_205301 piping bag to make the bowls, but I didn’t have one, so I put the dough in a zip lock bag, and cut a whole in the tip. My whole was probably too big, so the piping was a bit wide. Then you have to freeze the bowls for about 3 hours, and then deep-fry them. I did burn myself a few times, only because I kept putting the tongs I was using in the wrong place, and my hands would brush up against them, and they were hot!! Ouch!! I could never do a cooking show, LOL. Anniehow…it’s not a quick snack, but a delicious way to eat ice cream. I added mini chocolate chips to my ice cream. Got the seal of approval, my sons said that they were amazing!! #iatethebowl

This is what’s up next…Mozzarella-Stuffed Chicken Fingers (Benji loves cheese sticks) here’s the link to recipe and video:

http://www.littlethings.com/video-embed.php?vid=yz53ADJs&dfpid=16457

FAVORITE VIDEO FROM THE WEB:
❤ LOVE Cookie Monster ❤

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My daughter’s dotted doodles…yep…free-hand with Sharpie markers!!

© 2016 Liv’s Photography and Artwork

 

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#BlogBattle: Ticket – Week 57 – Locked in the Library

🙂 Tuesday brings us #Blogbattle

I’ve missed a couple of weeks, so good to be back and doing some writing!!

#BlogBattle is a weekly short story challenge using a single word for inspiration.  Hosted by the talented Rachael Ritchey.  Feel free to join in, or click here to read the current week’s stories and vote for your favorites.

This week’s word:  Ticket

Genre:  Fantasy

Locked in the Library

It was the ticket of a lifetime!! And Harper won it!! Well, it was a ticket of a lifetime for her. The library held a fundraiser/raffle and the winner would be Locked in the Library over Memorial Day Weekend. Being a big supporter of the local library, Harper doesn’t blink when she makes a sizable donation. Especially since this sizable donation will automatically enter her in the random drawing and the chance to be Locked in the Library for not just one night, but two nights!! The winner also has to write about their experience, which will be published in the library’s newsletter, on their blog, and the local newspaper. A courier presents her with the golden ticket that is elegantly tied to a big gold key, with the words ‘Locked in the Library” scrolled in calligraphy along the ornate bow of the key. She thanks the courier and shuts the door. Embracing the key to her chest she does a little dance chanting, I can’t believe I won, I can’t believe I won.

I arrive at the library an hour before closing on Saturday. After the photo op with the Director of the Library, she escorts me down to the break room. The local deli and bakery donated food for the winner that will probably last me a week. The fridge is stocked with soups and different kinds of deli sandwiches, soft drinks and juices. There are all kinds of pastries, donuts, cookies and brownies. I have access to a microwave and the coffee maker, what more could I want? The Director then leaves me in the hands of Bob, the janitor, who will give me the grand tour of the library, and point out the things that I might need to locate while I am here.

Bob calls himself the janitor, but with his lineage, I can tell that he knows more than just the inner workings of the library. After all, it was his great grandfather who was one of the founding benefactors of the library. Bob’s grandfather and father both worked at the library, so it is more than just a job for him, it is a part of him, it is who he is.

As we begin our tour he says to me, “Harper, I thought I was the only crazy fool who would want to stay in this library at night.” Realizing how that came out, he quickly backtracked, “Uh…not that you’re a crazy fool my dear.”

With a laugh, I assure him, “I know what you mean Bob, I think it’s going to be fun, I spend so much time reading, I’ll feel like I am amongst friends here.”

“You know” he leans close to me with a whisper, “I’ve spent the night here myself.  It is fun.”

“No way!! When?” I ask with astonishment.

Bob laughs to himself as he recalls the memory. “Back in the day, there were no security devices or intercom systems, so when it was time to close the library, the librarians would just walk to the middle of each floor and in a voice slightly louder than the customary whisper they would announce that the library was closing. Everyone knew to stop what they were doing, return their books to the shelves or check them out and exit the building. Then the librarians would lock the doors and go home. I was just a teenager at the time, and decided I would hide out in the stacks, where no one would see me. I always told my granddad, after he would tell me stories about the library, that if I ever came up missing, that’s where I’d be.” He said with a smile and a nod.

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Not really, Granddad knew where I was, and I think he let my parents know, told them not to fuss at me about it. They just asked where I was when I returned home, and I told them. With a knowing grin, granddad says to me, it was more than you expected, eh?”

As we finish up on the main floor Bob asks, “So who’s your favorite author and favorite character?”

“I have so many. I really like romance novels.” I say as I can feel my cheeks turn pink. “I’ve never read any of the classics, I know I should, but never have.”

“No worries, I haven’t either, I’m a James Patterson fan myself.” He says with a wink.

“You really want to hear this?” I ask skeptically.

“Please, that’s why I asked.” He gestures with his arm for me to proceed.

“I like the Fool’s Gold series by Susan Mallery. There is like twenty books in the series, which just amazes me, and each one is just as good as the one before. I love the small town she writes about, and the women in these books, their personalities, their success and their friendships are so heartening. My favorite character is Felicia. She’s super smart, her parents leave her to be raised by professors at a University. So she is super intelligent, but she lacks social skills, so you never know what will come out of her mouth, yet she is such a likable character.”

“Sounds like something my wife would enjoy reading. Hey, can you find it for me? I’d like to take it home to her tonight. I’ll be back, I’m going to make sure all the doors are locked.”

When Bob returns he finds me setting up my sleeping bag on one of the couches in the YA section of the library.

“OK. Everything is all locked up tight. You have my cell number and the cell number of the director in case you need it, I guess I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh, here you go, this is the one.” I hand him the paperback.

“Great, thanks. Well…enjoy your stay.” He lifts the book to his forehead and uses it to give me a salute. Then he is gone.

What to do, what to do? As if to answer, my stomach growls. I grab a few magazines on my way down to the break room to look at while I eat.

Once I’m done eating, I get lost in the children’s department. Pulling out all my childhood favorites and reading through them all. By the time I make it back upstairs it is a few minutes past midnight. I can see the flicker of the fireplace in one of the reading alcoves, and my mind must be playing tricks on me, because it looks like a shadow of a person standing there. As I get closer, I realize there is a person standing there!! She is a tall red-head, she has a book in her hand and is fanning through the pages and I hear her whisper “How can this be?” She hears me approach, she turns around, and when I see the book in her hand, I know exactly who it was.

“Felicia?” I say in amazement.

Her eyes wide she questions, “You know me? Who are you…why am I here?”

Trying to answer all her questions, I reply, “Yes, I know you, I have read all about you. My name is Harper, I am taking part in an event at the library called, Locked in the Library, I get to stay here overnight. But…I don’t know how or why you are here….Where did you get that book?” I thought Bob took it home.

“This is my book. Well…the book that is about me. It was just sitting here on this bronze book holder.”

We both look at the book holder, I run my fingers over the engraved words as we both read them in unison. ‘Books are a uniquely portable magic.’

As we both look up at each other, I am too excited to form a coherent thought so I blurt out, “Are you kidding me?” Oh yeah…so much more than I expected!!

© 2016 Carrie Ann

Books are a uniquely portable magic – Steven King

Happy Homemaker Monday 04.11.16

Morning!!   Spring is broken!!  But it really doesn’t do any good to complain, since spring around here is like one day anyway 😀  I only look forward to the warmer weather for my flip-flops!!  Me and heat don’t really get along, not since I was pregnant with the twins during the hottest summer on record!!  Anniehow…here’s to warmer weather…it has to get here eventually!!

Linking-up with Sandra at Diary of a Stay at Home Mom.

THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS:

MOVIE REVIEW:
My family loves Star Wars. I like the movies, but I’m just not that into it, and really can’t tell which episode is which. But I did watch The Force Awakens this weekend with the boys, and I really enjoy it. Since I did see the original one in the theaters, it was nice that they brought back all the original characters, albeit the very old original characters, lol. I really liked the new BB8 droid, he was really cute, and it was good to see my all time favorite Chewbacca.


LOL CHUCKLES, AND GIGGLES:

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RECIPE I TRIED AND ONE I WANT TO TRY:
So…I tired the Chocolate Chip Bacon Cookie thingy. Yeah…bleh. First of all I didn’t actually make cookies, I usually don’t make individual cookies, I make pan cookies, spread everything in a pan and whala…cookie bars. The flavor wasn’t disgusting or anything, I just didn’t like how they turned out, they were really flat. Probably from the greasy bacon, which I did drain. It also wasn’t a taste like…wow…this is absolutely amazing!! I’ll stick to the normal Toll House Squares thankyouverymuch!!

But up next… is this!!


FAVORITE VIDEO FROM THE WEB:
Nature is amazing!!

HOMEMAKING LIFE TIP:
A FB Post from my feed: Frosted Mini Wheats challenge. Eat all the frickin’ things before the powdered sugar dissolves off because of the milk.

After having this show up on my FB feed from my daughter’s friend, I shared with her how I do it, and her mom eventually chimed in, and thought it was Genius!! (her word not mine)  Made her have a bowl right then and there, LOL. So I thought I’d share it with you:

I dip mine individually in a glass of milk, and eat them one by one. It’s the perfect amount of milk for each piece. My son also eats his this way as well. Spoons are optional, LOL.  ♥ LOVE Frosted Mini Wheats!!

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© 2016 Liv’s Photography

 

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