http://rhythminlife.net/2017/04/20/dear-motherless-bride/

Someone you know might be able to relate.

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It’s 12:45 in the morning and I have to be at work in a few hours. Yet, I’m wide awake fantasizing about you.

I already miss you. It feels like you’ve been away forever but it’s only been two days. 

I bury my nose into you pillow. I can smell your scent…the faint smell of your cologne. I squeeze the pillow. Holding it tight close to me. 

I close my eyes and I see you. 

I want to kiss you. 

I want to act like when we first met. 

I want to sit on the phone, talk for hours, hear you breathing on the other end even though I just saw you. 

I want to hold hands and take a walk along the beach. 

Pausing for a moment for a soft kiss. 

Snapping back to reality…

We won’t do those kind of things. It was just a fantasy. Real life took over this relationship a long time ago. 

We will text instead of actually talking. 

Work…home…fuss…TV…fuss…eat…fuss…gym…repeat!

Do you ever fantasize? What do you fantasize about? 

Feel free to share…

Chicken and Waffles…

I’m not a fan of breakfast food but recently I went to a little Restaurant called The Egg Bistro. 

Okay, I’ve actually been there two times this week. That’s just how good the food was. 

The first time I ordered two pancakes, thick cut peppered bacon and some country ham. No one told me that the pancakes were massive. I barely made it halfway through my plate before I was full. The pancakes were amazing. My only complaint is that they don’t warm the syrup. However, I’m sure if I wouldn’t have been so busy stuffing my face I probably could have asked. 

Today, I was sitting next to a table and the lady sitting there ordered the chicken and waffles. Now, I wanted the pancakes  bad and had been thinking about them everyday this week but as soon as I saw that beautiful display of food, I immediately changed my mind on the pancakes and decided to try something different. Different as in waffles and not my faithful love of pancakes. 

Yes, I’m a true creature of habit. Once I find something I like, I won’t order anything else off the menu. Because I’m eating of course what I like. 


Doesn’t it look pretty?

The waffles came with a caramel bourbon sauce. Which I immediately asked for an extra cup of once I tasted it. 

Absolutely delicious! 

It was so good I wanted to lick the plate clean but I had already ate too much. Now here’s the real shock. My meal came with the chicken and waffles and a plate of cubed hash browns and it was only 10.99. Can you believe it? That’s a lot of food. Because I’m greedy, I also ordered the thick cut peppered bacon and a strawberry mimosa with a splash of champagne. 


They could have dressed the glass better but no worries…I killed it too!

Needless to say, I ate all the bacon, chicken, waffles, and potatoes. Driving him, my eyes were so heavy that I thought I was going to fall asleep. 


I’m going back again before the weekend is over. 

P.S. I took my son, the picky eater and they actually had boiled eggs, sausage, and fresh fruit that was satisfactory to his likes. He was a happy camper when he left too. The waitress was very impressed that he knew exactly what he wanted to eat. 

What is Love~ Guest Post by Anonymous 


What is love?

What is a good marriage? 

What makes you whole? 

I love my wife very much. I may not show her as much as I should but I know in my heart of hearts I do.

 Some days are harder than others but I do love her. 

Trust is a big thing. 

I trust her but don’t trust most around her and for some reason sometimes it weighs on me…

I don’t sit up and think about it at night. 

 I do wonder what other people say to her. 

Sometimes she is moodie and sometimes mean but I love her..she should know I try my best and I’m trying harder. 

Love is a crazy thing. 

This is what happens when I nap all day and up all night. 

Hesitate

Stark darkness 

Up the winding staircase

Click clack…Click clack…

The punctilious clicking of heels crossing the stone cold concrete floor

A few more feet to the door

Reach out

Touch the smooth metal handle to open the door

Heart beating

Pounding rhythmically inside the chest

Standing still

Hesitate to pull the handle 

Hesitate to open the door

Hesitate to see what’s on the other side of the door

Here goes

Deep breath

Inhale

Exhale

Push open the door

Hesitate

Walk to the plain sterile desk

“Hello, my name is…I have an appointment with”

I hate the dentist!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/hesitate

Burger’s 

It’s February but it was 80 degrees today. I decided to make burgers. There’s nothing like making my own hamburger meat. I don’t know what they put in the hamburger when I buy it from the store. 

This time I decided to do a veal and beef chuck blend. But…me being me I couldn’t stop there. I made a Parmesan, Swiss, mushroom and onion mix to add to my burgers. 

Hope you didn’t think that I was done. I also decided that I needed sautéed mushrooms and onions in a white wine butter sauce. I impressed myself. Bon appetite!!!

Seasoned veal and beef chuck

Mixer’s ready

Cheese and mushroom filling

Grill ready

Sautéed onions

Sautéed onion and mushrooms