BriarRose Kildare

days of the week pants

Here's for the party you had to endure, Rats.

Ahh, Rats, I am sorry for your troubles. But your description was perfect and you did give me a good laugh. I hope you are able to get some sleep. Right now I am listening to the kitties annoying each other.....one growls, the other one does a chirpping sound, and another meows. As for the other three, thank Goddess, they are being quiet.

The sweet sound of Cicada's and Crickets. And in the background I have the easy listening station on the T.V., they are playing Remeber by Mantovani.

The smell of grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. Mmmm.

1) One thing you ate today so far nothing 2) One thing you saw today (big or small) a big spider.....we're talking "BIG" 3) Name of a person you spoke to Dorian 4) Name of a person you thought of but didn't see Honey

Now that is what I call a Teddy Bear Kitty. Lady B, he is absolutely Gorgeous and Adorable. Thanks for the sharing such a sweet picture.

Yule Brenner....Now that is nice Eye Candy, Yum!

London, England He stood by the window watching the storm as he waited for his servant to return. He turned from the window and sat on a cushioned chair. Picking up a goblet on the table next to him, he took a deep drink from its contents. His square jaw was clenched and his thin lips tight as he thought on her. He was not a man to take no for an answer. He was a handsome man yet his features were marred by the constant sneer he wore. He was not a man to be taken lightly and his anger was always bubbling at the surface when things were not done his way. He had his moments of charm yet underneath it laid a cruelty for those beneath him. There was a knock at the door. "Come in." He spoke in a clipped tone. The door opened and his servant appeared. "Well, Murdock, what did Johnson find out?" With a shaking hand, Murdock handed his master the missive he had received. "You may leave. Tell Williams to bring me some food." "Yes, my Lord," Murdock said as he bowed and took his leave from the room relieved at the escape he was given. His master was known to punish those that were closest to him even if they had done no wrong. His jaw clenched even tighter as he opened the missive. He crumpled the missive after reading it, his face turned a molten shade of deep red. In a tight voice he spoke allowed, "I will find you and I will have you, my dear BriarRose. Aye, my Rose, my dear Red Rose, you will be mine."

Spicey

Maddogs and Englishman?? A new wine? Mmmm, I may have to try that. Sailing

My favorite character from Alice and Wonderland is of course the Cheshire Cat. I dedicte this bit to all those who enjoy good wit. Cheshire Cat [singing] 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe. Alice: Now where do you suppose...? Cheshire Cat: Lose something? Alice: [turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her] Oh my! oh, no no, I was just... uh never mind. Cheshire Cat: Oh, that's quite all right. One moment please. [two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears] Cheshire Cat: Second chorus. [singing] Cheshire Cat: 'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe Alice: Why, why you're a cat! Cheshire Cat: A *Cheshire* Cat. [starts to disappear] Cheshire Cat: All mimsy were the borogroves... Alice: Oh wait! Cheshire Cat: [reappears] There you are! Third chorus... Alice: Oh, no, no. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way. Cheshire Cat: Well that depends on where you want to get to. Alice: Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as.... Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.

Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop. Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland (One of my favorite books)

Wonderful. I had a fun day with the wee lad. He wore me out, but it is a good feeling.

Relaxing with a nice hot cup of tea and catching up on some of my reading.

Eat n Park Smiley Cookies.....you can never just have one.

Cranberry Sauce

mmm, with Gravy

smash

1) One thing you ate today an Eat n Park Smiley Cookie 2) One thing you saw today (big or small) my wee lads big blue eyes 3) Name of a person you spoke to Carlotta 4) Name of a person you thought of but didn't see Hannah

win

Capt. Bo, I am still waiting for my Uncle to return my phone call. He is busy this time of year so it may be a day or two before I hear back from him. I will let you know as soon as I speak with him what recipes he may have for you to try.

Mission, dear, you are correct. Your turn.

BriarRose finished making the tea and poured both her and Maeve a cup. "Shall we sit in the front room for a bit?" she asked Maeve. "Aye, I will stoke up the fire a bit." Maeve stated as they both left the kitchen. Sitting down, BriarRose, quietly sipped her tea. Her brow was furrowed as she sat there thinking of what her friend had just said. Shaking her head, BriarRose quickly changed the subject as Maeve sat down next to her. The fire crackled with warmth as she said, "I suppose with the rain I will be safe here for a bit longer. I am torn to leave you Maeve. You are a dear friend to me and yet I worry for your safety. And I am worried too about your situation. I do not want to leave you all alone." Maeve reached over and squeezed her friend's hand and said, "Ye know you can stay as long as ye like. And don't be worrin' about me. It will all work out BriarRose, for both of us, wait and see." BriarRose smiled and relaxed a bit. The two continued to talk for some time enjoying the pitter patter sound of the rain and the crackling warmth of the fire. The black fluff of fur found his way on BriarRose's lap, curling up and purring contentedly as she stroked his soft fur. Maeve looked at the kitten and asked, "Well if we are goin' to be keepin' him, what do ya think his name should be?" BriarRose smiled and said as the kitten gold-green eyes looked up at her, "His name is Mandrake." "Now that is a powerful name. Well I hope he lives up to it then." Maeve said as she leaned over and stroked him under the chin.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus