BriarRose Kildare

1) One thing you ate today Homemade biscuits with butter and honey. 2) One thing you saw today (big or small) Once again Lucy, our outside cat 3) Name of a person you spoke to Seth 4) Name of a person you thought of but didn't see WilliamGlenn

Congratulations!!! Awesome costume and Great Workmanship. Here's a drink to you in celebration.

So many passions and so little time in a day, week or month to enjoy them all. "Sighhhhh."

Thanks for the laugh Rats. Now I have the song stuck in me head....

The sound of the movie "Cars" for the 4th time today....please...somebody help....

Piercings and Tattoos...they are like potato chips you can't just have one. I am thinking about getting me ears pierced again...so that would then make 10 not including me nose. And I now have 8 tattoos soon to have number 9.

Awesome pics, Thanks Matusalem. I Love the 4th of July. It is one of my favorite holidays. Ooh, and the fireworks...wow! I can't believe another summer is at an end and Labor day and Autumn are just around the corner.

I am considering on taking a nice delicious bubble bath. Mmmm and with the bathroom window open I will be seranaded by cicadas and crickets. Nature's wonderful blend of music.

Tonight we are having rice with chopped up turkey meat patties with homestyle gravey poured over top. Then baby candied carrots. The wee lad loves those alot.

“It takes many good deeds to build a good reputation, and only one bad one to lose it” Benjamin Franklin

I am very Sorry Iron Bess that you are feeling so sad. I am sure your Jolly Rob is still with you. Our loved ones never truly leave us. They are always there, sometimes closer than we think. Consider your self Hugged. And I hope that the happy memories that you do have will at least push away some of the sadness you are feeling. Blessings, Love and Light, BriarRose

The smell of freshly baked cookies and gingerbread. The smell of Nag Champa whether it be in incense, oil or soap. It always lifts my spirits. Oh, and the smell of Thanksgiving dinner: Turkey, gravey, corn, butter rolls, cranberry suace, mashed potatoes and of course, pumpkin pie with coffee.

To a friend I once knew Standing by, All the way. Here to help you through your day. Holding you up, When you are weak, Helping you find what it is you seek. Catching your tears, When you cry. Pulling you through when the tide is high. Just being there, Through thick and thin, All just to say, you are my friend. - By Brittani Kokko -

The black fur ball mewed piteously as he watched the boat push away from the docks. The rain pelted down soaking him to the bone. He ran back and forth trying to find away to leap upon the retreating boat. However, the loud noises around him made him skittish and he began to run. His heart was pounding with all of the noises around him. And each time he stopped to hide, another noise would jolt him and he would tear off running again. The rain was merciless, and he was getting cold and hungry. He had traveled far from the docks and found himself upon a street where there were store fronts and houses.He began mewing piteously as he found a stoop to curl up in where the pelting rain wasn’t so harsh against his small body. BriarRose stirred the pot of thin beef stew that they had made for Preston. From the kitchen she could hear the muted voices of Maeve and Preston. She gave a sigh of relief that their patient was on the mend. Although she knew from experience the Marsh Fever would always leave a lasting impression upon a person’s body. BriarRose walked into the main room, looking out the window, she chewed on her lower lip as she watched the rain pelt down. The sound of rain upon the roof had a rhythmic melody that seemed to transport her back to another time and place. Reaching in to her pocket she pulled out the missive that she has received from Friar Thomas several days ago. Blinking back the tears and swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, BriarRose tried to clear her mind of past memories. Sighing she said aloud to herself, “If only you had lived dear Sebastian.” Shaking her head, she went and sat down on the one rocker and picked up her sewing. She must not think on it any more. The past was over and now……and now…closing her eyes, BriarRose tried to push away the fear. He would not find her. Opening her eyes, she began to diligently sew the delicate pink and red rosebuds onto the piece of lace linen she was making in to a handkerchief. She could still hear the grumbling from the patient’s room, which brought a smile to her face. The rain continued to come down in buckets. But the melodious sound upon the roof now helped to ease away her fears. From a distance BriarRose could hear a crying sound above the din of the rain. Setting her sewing aside, she got up to investigate. She followed the sound as it grew steadier the closer she got to the door. Opening the door, BriarRose looked out side. Hearing the sound again, she looked down at her feet to find a soak laden black fur ball of a kitty. “Oh, no, you poor dear, and just a baby too.” Taking off her apron, BriarRose, scooped the kitten up with it and carried the kitten over to the hearth to dry it off. The black fur ball struggled at first, but then relaxed purring at her ministrations. After she was satisfied that the kitten was dry enough, BriarRose said, “Now let me take a look at you.” Green-gold eyes blinked back at her from a black furry face. “Oh, now aren’t you a beauty.” Turning the kitten over she laughed, “Aye, well, then, I would have to say you are a handsome one.” The kitten meowed. BriarRose continued to talk to him, "Now don’t you fret, little one. I will get you some of the stew that has been simmering and may haps a bit of cream for you to drink too.” With that BriarRose left the kitten lying contentedly by the hearth as she went in to the kitchen to fetch just those items. Coming back out only a few minutes later, she set the bowls down in front of the kitten. He looked at her, blinking his eyes and then got up an investigated the food. He began to gobble down the food and lap up the cream very quickly. “Aye, now, take it slow or you’ll be spewing it back up in a trice if you don’t take a care young sir.” BriarRose laughed as he looked up at her with knowing eyes. Once he was done he meandered over to her and jumped up on to her lap. “Oh, well, you are quite welcome then.” She said to him, petting his still slightly damp fur. “Am I to keep you then young sir, or are you going to be keeping me?” she asked the kitten as he began to gently paw at her. He purred contentedly and promptly fell asleep on her lap. “Aye, may haps you are just what I need to keep my spirits up.” BriarRose continued to pet the sleeping kitten as she gently rocked back and forth in the rocking chair.

You never know real pain until you accidently pull out your nose ring.....Ooch!

The smell of Lilacs when they are first in bloom....mmmm, wonderful. And I love the smell of Tearoses and Honeysuckle....takes me back to childhood....happy times.

Hmm, sorry, still gonna hang on to the idea of Johnny. I have been racking me brain for another face that could play the part, but haven't quite decided on any one else so far.

aye...Bonnie, when you are just startin' out to put a kit together...you go with what you have and can afford. I wouldn't worry so much over your frock coat being a cotton/poly blend. As for the socks...this year at pennsic I wanted to get some ghastly colors but the gentleman selling them suggested more muted tones for the re-enactments we do. I should have bought the red and green striped and the orange and black striped...damn....well maybe next year.

OMG! Have a bite for me Iron Bess, dear, please. I love frozen Chocolate Cookie dough!!! It is the bomb of all treats! Right now I be thinkin' of havin' me a snack....mmmm, now that I have the Chocolate Cookie dough in me thoughts....what should I have?? I may need to pick some up tomorrow....or make some.

Ooh, Hot Apple Cider with Cinnamon or a Cinnamon stick. And don't forget the Candy Apples....with Caramel of course. YUmmmmmmmmm!!! How about making the dirt dessert and make it look like a spooky cemetary? I did that once for my one college class on the paranormal. It was great fun. Or I would make a bunny cake and give it red jelly bean eyes to make it a demon bunny. My professor really liked that one.

The lulling sound of Ciccadas and Crickets.....I love the sound of Summer Nights.

How about a cookbook on how to cook rats and mice..... http://bertc.com/cooking_rats.htm

Drinkin' a nice hot cup of Blackberry Sage Tea with Southern Bell Honey...wonderfully relaxing and delicious. The honey is from The Bee Folks. We got it at Pennsic. I must say if is absolutely the best honey I have ever had. And I can't wait to try the other kinds we bought as well. Here is the website if any one is interested: www.beefolks.com

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Ah, he is a Beauty or should I say Handsome Devil.....he is a gorgeous cat, Lady Barbosa. I like the picture very much. By the way, he is a very old soul and has been with you many times.