BriarRose Kildare

Here it is only Sept. 4th and I am thinking about dragging down all of the Halloween decorations to decorate the inside of the house with. I miss decorating the outside, but where we live it is a mute point...no one would see it. Hmmm, maybe sometime later today I will start dragging stuff out.

Captain Bo, I will ask my Uncle to see if he has any good recipes. He does a lot of cooking with venison. And he is a terrific cook too.

Salty, dear, I am sorry you are feeling FUBAR. I hope you will feel better soon As for me, I am slap happy, lack of sleep will do that to ya. I am beyond the point of insomnia.....

The rain continued to pour as Captain Lasseter made his farewells. He stepped out side closing the door behind him. Maeve ushered a grumbling Preston back to his bed. BriarRose could hear her scolding the recovering patient, "Now don't ye be givin' me none of that. Ye need yer rest ye do. And I'll not be havin' ye take any chances since BriarRose and I have been workin' so hard to get ye well." BriarRose bit back the bubbling laughter rising in her throat as she continued to hear the mutterings of Preston as Maeve bullied him back to his bed. BriarRose cleared the table and began the chore of washing the dishes and utensils when Maeve came in to the kitchen. "Now, I want to know two things, BriarRose. First what are ye plannin' to do with that fluff of fur?" Maeve pointed to the wee black ball of fur sleeping peacefully in a basket that BriarRose had found for it earlier. A piece of wool was tucked around the sleeping kitten. "To be honest, I am not sure," sighing, she continued, " For now, if it is alright with you, Maeve, I would like to keep him. I miss having a pet. I guess he reminds me a bit of home." BriarRose answered her friend as she blinked back the tears. Maeve sighed, "Well, well, how can I refuse ya when you sound so sad and pathetic?" BriarRose dried her hands and went over to the sleeping kitten and gently touched his fur. "It was like he found me." Shaking her head a bit to clear her thoughts she said, "Thank you Maeve, I appreciate your understanding. I have been woolgathering too much today I think." smiling, BriarRose, put water on to boil. Maeve continued to look at her friend with concern. "Are ye alright? I know it has been difficult for ye?" "Aye, I will be alright. It was just, it was just the rain. Too many memories and I was a bit lost today I think." Briar said as she finished washing and rinsing the dishes and utensils. Maeve began to dry them still silent in her thoughts and concern for her friend. "And what was the other thing you wanted to know?" BriarRose asked Maeve. At that, Maeve smiled wickedly at her friend and said, "I was noticin' a particular Captain tonight watchin' ye." BriarRose began to blush as Maeve continued, " And I am thinkin' ye were noticin' him as well." BriarRose, got down some cups and started preparing the evening tea. "Maeve, I don't know what you are talking about." "Hmm, Don't cha now. I'm thinkin' ye do." Maeve said as her eyes sparkled with merriment at her friends' flustered demeanor. "And I'm also thinkin' he will be back of course to check on our patient real soon."

mud wrestling

To my dear wee lad, the Joy of my Life. And to my mother who watches over him. Child and mother O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land,-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlight are streaming, And the flowers and the birds are filling the air With the fragrance and music of dreaming. There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress, No questions or cares to perplex you, There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress, Nor patching of stockings to vex you; For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream And sing you asleep when you're weary, And no one shall know of our beautiful dream But you and your own little dearie. And when I am tired I'll nestle my head In the bosom that's soothed me so often, And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead, A song which our dreaming shall soften. So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand, And away through the starlight we'll wander,-- Away through the mist to the beautiful land,-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. Eugene Field

Mr. Clean

1) One thing you ate today a Banana with chocolate dip, mmm, OMG, absolutely Awesome. 2) One thing you saw today (big or small) Snickers, who is a gray tiger kitten 3) Name of a person you spoke to Dorian 4) Name of a person you thought of but didn't see me father

Aye, had a wonderful time today, Lily, at the picnic. I got to see some friends I haven't seen in awhile. And the wee lad had a blast! And I got to do some massages as well for a few people. Felt great to work out the kinks and knots out of them.

Flannel Shirts....I love to wear them in the fall. They are so cozy, soft and warm.

Ghosts

Alright I will give you all one more hint: The quote was said by a professor in the movie.

Aye, Patrick....but they smell soooo good. And I still have a cupboard full......but there is always a scent that I don't have. I'm also addicted to Christmas Ornaments. Now that is a problem....

Getting ready to go to a picnic....the wee lad is gonna have soooo much fun today. I can't wait.

Good Guess Lily, and Aye, Clarence is an angel, but wrong movie and wrong angel. So do you all give up? Or are you wantin' to think on it some more?

Ahh, the smell of Evening in Paris....many happy memories. My mother loved to wear this perfume. I still have one of her old bottles. A very dear and prized possesion. Dorian found and bought me some for Christmas. It was a wonderful and sweet surprise.

Hey, what a cool idea....and it will give the wee lad something to do too. He loves to go walking in the woods and playing in the brook. I best dig out me hiking boots. (pssst, by the way, there be elves and fairies in them woods)

Tin Type

Lily, thanks for making me laugh. personally I did not like City of Angels...had a bummer of an ending....as the saying up at Pennsic this year..."it was for sucks"

Photographs (Good Racin' Jacky and Lily)

Hmmm, another hint.....okay. There is an Angel in it.

Trying desperately to wake up......thud.

Fortunatly.... the photos were too dark to see who it was..... so It wern't me...... Nayh nayh.... ye can't prove nothin'................... (Hey... it sounded like a good idea at th' tyme..... who would beleave a boat fulla people werin' pink robes an' bunny slippers were a buncha blood thirsty Pyrates?.... kinda catch 'em off guard as it were.........OK.... how about we build this big wooden rabbit............) OMG, I am wiping tears from me eyes you had me laughing so hard Patrick. A Wooden Rabbit.... Now that is funny indeed. You just made my whole week!!! The image is stuck in me head..... And will ye be singing: "Here Comes Peter Cottontail"?

"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher." - Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)

Ahhh, absolute silence. Absolutley golden after a very long day with a wee lad having the terrible two's. Listen...silence.....mmmm.