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It’s Summer Time. Actually it’s always summer time here in the Keys, but it seems there are more parties this time of the year.
Birthdays, Baby showers, Celebrations.
So that being addressed I may not be blogging as much as my normal.
Just taking a mini vacation in my island paradise.
I will still post Candid Canon posts.
I hope you don’t miss me too much.
I have been in a super creative mode and have neglected my blogging.
Dreams have been so intriguing. Seeing my loved ones that have passed on has been very insightful.
My design mode has set in. Birthdays, baby showers and other celebrations of life have triggered new designs and practical from the heart gifts.
I designed this for a five year old. I used rawhide for the handle, a pair of old jeans that I cut the pocket from. Added some heart beads. She loved it. I also made the little fabric lined jewelry box for her.
For the baby shower I burned a mix of lovely baby music and lullabies. I want to find the perfect frame for a photo creation I did in Photoshop. I have a few dandelion decals I will put on the frame. Sort of a 3-D effect should materialize
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I pasted the fairy on the picture and added my thoughts on blowing on a dandelion.
Source of originals unknown.
My sister is turning 67 and I designed this one for her.
Peace within, or your lack thereof, always affects those around you.
When you choose peace within, others see that they too have this choice.
This is a wonderful gift.
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In the Home Depot garden, a lady came in and bought lots of seeds and small planters.
She said the Monarch butterfly was almost extinct now and was doing her part in bringing them back.
She was planting the butterfly attracting seeds to grow the plants that would populate her garden with butterflies.
Her husband came out and said “Oh by the way I got spray for those horrid worms all over your plants”
She said don’t you dare kill my caterpillars dear.”
I do not feel the over powering urge to do a review but when I do it’s a special one.
Today we remember and honor our Mother. My mother is missed terribly. I wish I could call her. Only she had the answers I needed. No more direct info~answers from that beautiful woman. Then again, she is always with me and each time I look in the mirror I see her; so this is a good thing. She is never far away.
My daughter took me out for the day. Not just one ,but three awesome journey’s.
First we went to the local Marriott pool and hot tub. The drinks and water were perfect. The iguana’s were sunning in the palms and all was serene in my world.
We came home changed clothes and were off to the movies.”The Great Gatsby” It was a beautiful, but bittersweet love story.
(Daisy is not a very likeable girl in my opinion)
Last stop, TGIF. No crowd. Perfect service and the food was seasoned and prepared to perfection. Kudu’s to the chef’s.
We had the Thai Pork Taco’s and Seared Tuna for appetizers.
Three soft corn tortillas with Thai marinated pulled pork, Sriracha aioli, ginger-lime slaw and hoisin sauce.
The Taco’s were moist, very spicy and delicious.
Three blackened Ahi tuna slices on tortilla chips with house-made guacamole, jalapeños, Sriracha sauce and Avocado Vinaigrette drizzled with Cucumber-Wasabi Ranch.
For dinner I had the Grilled Salmon with Langostino Lobster
Norwegian salmon fillet fire-grilled and topped with a sauté of langostino lobster and cremini mushrooms in a zesty roasted Alfredo sauce. Served with your choice of two sides.
That too, was moist and flaky. Perfectly cooked.
10-ounce Black Angus sirloin fire-grilled and basted with Jack Daniel’s® sauce, paired with crispy Cajun-spiced shrimp. Served with your choice of two sides.
We had as sides~ Fridays House Salad ,Romaine, red cabbage, grape tomato, cucumber, mixed cheese and focaccia croutons with choice of dressing and a hot garlic breadstick.
The bread stick was not noticeably missing, sweet potato fries, loaded baked, mashed potatoes and Broccoli.
It felt like I was dining in a palace. Everyone was attentive and friendly. We met the manager KC, he was very personable and gracious.Several of the other servers came too our table to inquire of us.
66-48…just an observance pleasant too mine eye
Our server was Dale.
That made us chuckle as we have an ongoing relationship with the terminology of DALE. Actually Dale’ in Spanish means “Speed up” Or “Hurry up!”
The dinner was perfectly timed.
We did notice one thing. We could hear everything. The music system was down and everyone’s conversation could be heard as we dined. That was interesting.
Oh and my Ultimate Long island Iced Tea created by Dale was superb. Smirnoff Vodka, Bacardi Rum, Bombay Gin, triple sec, brandy, Fridays original sweet & sour, Coke and fresh lemon
Our take home dessert~Tennessee Whiskey Cake~A warm toffee cake topped with glazed pecans and vanilla ice cream. Served with butterscotch Jack Daniel’s® Whiskey sauce.
Really, I can not make one complaint if I tried.
There is something to be said for dining in a slow paced atmosphere. We were not overwhelmed with everything at once, and that I believe is what made the experience so enjoyable.
It was that great!!!
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The sounds of the old floor boards in the house creaked; as he stealthily walked to the cellar where the eerie sounds came from.
It was a old farm house with the dilapidated unused, side porch in view of our kitchen. The weed overgrowth was tangled and the vines grew uncontrollably up the sides.
We entered the house from the summer kitchen on the other side. The front entrance was in bad shape also. The front door was for the most part unhinged and the porch was missing wooden planks.
The winding wooden stairway from the front entrance was unstable, but sliding down the banisters was a great past time
My sisters and I laid in our beds and watched his shadow and the gun he carried in his hands.
Earlier that evening we watched as he sit at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, depressed, thinking of the tribulations he endured in World War 11. A small glass of wine was in front of him.
He did not drink…something was different.
The house we lived in was huge. In the winter’s the entire bottom floor was seldom used to conserve heat.
On many occasions we witnessed various entities, visitors from another realm. Doors opening, lights flickering and apparitions of persons in flowing white robes.
The gunshot rang out in the silence of the night.
Our minds went haywire thinking of the after effects.
He had entered the cellar and found where the sound was coming from. The discharge of the gun frightened us. We pulled the covers over our heads and waited, shivering in fear.
What ever it was, no longer existed. Perhaps a squirrel or other rodent that had gotten stuck in the cramped floor boards.
Maybe, it was something else.
Years later the home was renovated and made into apartments. The visitors never left.
They were home.
I think she got tired of being used, abused, and being his dirty little secret.Then discarded into the trash like a piece of garbage.
I do not think it was premeditated.
I believe she snapped and it was a fatal strike of passion that went the way of extreme overkill.
The Gunshot: First or Last? Dr. Kevin Horn
Dr. Kevin Horn changed his “findings” to “gunshot last” to fit Juan’s agenda and strip Jodi of any claim of self-defense, making her look like a barbarian –
This was a central role in the jury’s verdict. Medical Examiner Dr. Kevin Horn found that the gunshot came first prior to the trial when conducting his examination. He informed Detective Flores of this. This part of the case was not in doubt; it was Dr. Kevin Horn’s professional judgement. But mysteriously, this all changed at trial. Why? There’s a plausible explanation for this.
In the interview after her verdict was rendered she stated if she was found Guilty she had always wanted death and not natural life.
People are saying she is still lying, and this is her ploy to trick the jury into giving her natural life and not what she said she wants.
Death, the ultimate freedom.
“Whatever the Governing Body may profess their “heartfelt desire” to be, they cannot escape the fact that their actions and decisions have caused misery and heartache to countless thousands through their cruel insistence on unscriptural policies such as the shunning of family members.”