|Posted on December 5, 2013 at 6:35 PM||comments (0)|
Our prayers are with the family, friends and the world for the loss of Nelson Mandela. May we honor his passing without displays of violenc
|Posted on November 27, 2013 at 12:50 PM||comments (0)|
Happy Thanksgiving and Hanukkah to all.
As we celebrate Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, let us all remember that tomorrow is a day for thanks, not arguments and hurtful words. Put aside pride make the first move to mend fences. Family, (weather by birth, adoption, or marriage) is the foundation, upon you are designed. You may find that both sides of the fence have some eye-appeal that may be appreciated by all.
|Posted on November 26, 2013 at 2:05 PM||comments (0)|
HAPPY HOLIDAYS to ALL, and to ALL a good LIFE
Acknowledging all the peoples of the world, our society has become very politically correct. People have become so afraid of offending anyone that we hesitate to call Christmas by it’s name. This Christmas season is so named for the Christian celebration of the birth of Christ, the only son of the Creator, sent to give His life to save our souls. This season of peace and thanksgiving is the time of year that is filled with patience, tolerance and concern for others. A time when hospitality is granted to ALL with whom we come in contact.
That said, there are many peoples who celebrate different religions with celebrations occurring between now through the New Year. Below, from the Interfaith Calendar, is a listing of the celebrations that will take place between now and the end of January 2014. To all peoples of all religions we wish for you the blessings of health, love, prosperity, and safety.
24 ◦ Guru Tegh Bahadur Martyrdom - Sikh •
26 ◦ Day of the Covenant * - Baha'i
28 ◦ Ascension of Abdu'l-Baha * - Baha'i ◦ Thanksgiving - USA - Interfaith
28-Dec 5 ◦ Hanukkah * - Judaism
30 ◦ Saint Andrew's Day - Christian
• 1 through 24 ◦ Advent (first Sunday) - Christian
• 6 ◦ Saint Nicholas Day - Christian • 8 ◦ Rohatsu - Bodhi Day ** - Buddhist ◦ Immaculate Conception of Mary - Catholic Christian
• 12 ◦ Feast Day of Our Lady of Guadalupe - Catholic Christian • 16-25 ◦ Posadas Navidenas - Christian • 21 Solstice ◦ Yule * - Wicca/Pagan northern hemisphere ◦ Litha * - Wicca/Pagan southern hemisphere ◦ Yule - Christian • 24 ◦ Christmas Eve - Christian
• 25 ◦ Christmas * - Christian
• 26 ◦ Zarathosht Diso (Death of Prophet Zarathushtra)** - Zoroastrian
• 28 ◦ Holy Innocents - Christian • 29 ◦ Feast of the Holy Family - Catholic Christian
• 31 ◦ Watch Night – Christian
• 1 ◦ Mary, Mother of God - Catholic Christian ◦ Feast of St Basil - Orthodox Christian ◦ Gantan-sai (New Years) - Shinto ◦ Holy Name of Jesus - Orthodox Christian
• 5 ◦ Twelfth Night - Christian ◦ Guru Gobindh Singh birthday - Sikh
• 6 ◦ Epiphany - Christian ◦ Feast of the Theophany - Orthodox Christian ◦ Dia de los Reyes - Christian ◦ Nativity of Christ - Armenian Orthodox
• 7 ◦ Nativity of Christ ** - Orthodox Christian
• 13 ◦ Baptism of the Lord Jesus - Christian ◦ Maghi - Sikh
• 15 ◦ World Religion Day - Baha'i
• 17 ◦ Blessing of the Animals - Hispanic Catholic Christian
• 18-25 ◦ Week of Prayer for Christian Unity - Christian
• 19 ◦ Timkat- Ethiopian Orthodox Christian
• 20 ◦ World Religion Day - Baha'i
• 24 ◦ Mawlid an Nabi * ** - Islam
• 25 ◦ Conversion of Saint Paul - Christian
• 26 ◦ Tu BiShvat * - Jewish
• 27-30 ◦ Mahayana New Year ** - Buddhist ◦
|Posted on November 22, 2013 at 4:00 PM||comments (0)|
The Magic of Life Not very often do we stop to think of all the people and all the events that come together to create the person we are today.
Magic is that which is formed by physics or chemistry, but is not fully explained by science, yet is influenced by faith or belief. It does not need be explained, only experienced. Its affect upon us is determined by our experiences. Not everything need be explained. Trust your experiences, possess them, they are the magic that formed the person you have become.
|Posted on November 12, 2013 at 3:40 PM||comments (0)|
Ted and His Lullaby Bear
When Ted was brought home we bought two identical bears that play lullabye baby. The bears were given to Jackie and Ted to comfort them as they adjusted to each other. Ted discovered that if he played the music box, then cried someone would come play with him. After a short time Jackie and Ted would howl every time anyone, dog or human, played the music box. When Penny came, we got her a lullaby baby bear of her own. Ted taught Penny to sing to the bear as well. Penny has since destroyed her bear and pulled Ted's into several parts. Ted has had his lullaby bear since we brought him home 6 1/2 years ago. Penny tore it up and un-stuffed it.
This morning Ted brought all the parts to me, laid them on the bed and began looking at me with pleading eyes and squeaking. When I asked if he wanted me to fix it he squeaked even more Ted laid on the bed watching as Bear was being sewn, trying to steal it from me in the process. When I gave it back to Ted, he immediately played the lullaby and howled, then he tucked it under his chin and went to sleep.
It is two years since Jackie has been to the Rainbow Bridge, Ted's behavior seemed as though he is missing her. I called Lincoln Way Animal hospital and spoke to Michelle who suggested letting Ted smell Jackie's ashes. I brought her down, let him smell the ashes, Ted tucked her under his tummy and went to sleep for about 15 minutes. Then Ted went off to play.
Ted remembers and is missing his friend.
|Posted on November 4, 2013 at 10:00 PM||comments (0)|
How Nicholas Became Santa Clause would make the perfect gift this Christmas.
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The color from the smoke faded and the picture unwound into thin threads of dissipating smoke. Prince Geldon stepped forward again. “Show us Zili of Illuminae.”
How Nicholas Became Santa Clause Instantly the smoke darkened, involuting at its center. But the color of the smoke turned red, the color of blood. At the center of the scrying smoke, the assembly saw the workshop of Thomas Clause. Tables, chairs, workbenches overturned, injured humans and Oddling lay on the floor. Gasping, the assembly remained silent. Recognizing the home of Tom Clause, Wallace sat forward on the stone, his right elbow on his knee, his fist clasped beneath his chin. A red headed soldier held Thomas Clause down by the side of his neck, his cheek mashed into a tabletop. “I know you are hiding Sarah here.” Zili growled, restless, pacing beside his red headed enforcer. Jax strolled the table thwacking Thomas around his upper body with a riding crop. Mary poured over Thomas, crying and pulling at Jax. Another soldier pulled her back. “The girl is nothing to you. She won’t care if you lived or died.” Zili lowered his face within an inch of Thomas’s. “Consider your family, your wife. Tell me where she is.” Zili grumbled, simpering trying to restrain himself. “And I will let you go.” He lifted an apple from the table and cut out a wedge with his knife. “If you do not, I shall slit this old winch’s throat.” Zili snickered, leveling the tip of his knife at her neck. Jerking Mary from the soldier, Zili yanked her head back by her hair, her back extended over his raised knee. Her red headscarf came off in Zili’s hand. He slapped the flat of his cold blade to her throat. “Please?” asked Zili, his voice up-toned, his mouth filled with slices of apple. “You have to the count of three, old man, to tell me where she is.” Zili snapped. “One, Two...” He turned the edge of his blade to her skin. 223 Sandra Jo Troupe & Darrell R Troupe, Sr. “NO.” shouted Sarah, bursting through a trap door in the floor. She screamed to the limit of her breath. “Please, Stop.” Zili gazed to Sarah. He laughed. “There you are you naughty girl, in the turnip cellar, very clever. Oh, yes--Three...” “NOOOO.” Sarah cried, rushing toward Mary. Simpering, Zili drew the cold steel across Mary’s throat. In slow motion, Sarah struggled to move but she could move no faster. Thick rich blood poured over Zili’s right hand. Sarah could not save Mary. Clutching her throat, Mary gurgled. Blood spewed through her wrinkled white fingers, her eyes fixed and wide. Zili tossed Mary’s limp body aside to the floor. A pool of red grew around her body until the floor was slick with her blood. “Trash.” He muttered, sneering. Tom broke from the soldier, and Jax. He grasped futilely at Zili. Grinning in Tom’s face, his chin pressed to Zili’s chest, Zili, with as much force and hate as he could muster, thrust a dagger into Tom’s abdomen. Reeling backward, Tom’s face was pale and flat, with an expression of dying horror. Staggering back against the table, he turned from Zili. His arm reaching for her, Tom took one step toward Mary before his leg collapsed beneath him, the knife poking from his heart.
|Posted on October 14, 2013 at 5:10 PM||comments (0)|
If you haven’t already, meet Madison Knight, the chocolate-loving detective, who is determined to solve murder and find justice for the victims—even if that means coming into contact with the sight of blood.
However, in Found Innocent, the latest release in the series (releasing October 16th!), she doesn’t have to face too messy of a crime scene, at least in one sense. What she does have to deal with is whether or not she’s willing to jeopardize departmental relationships and cross the wall of blue.
Here, this is what it’s about:
There's one code when it comes to the wall of blue…and Madison Knight may have to cross it.
Any good cop knows you never report a brother for mishandling a case or accuse him of misconduct, but in order to find justice, Madison may not have a choice.
Lacy Rose had one goal for her twentieth birthday—to be found innocent of past sins—but her life is cut short.
When Lacy's remains are found in a garden and the investigation becomes connected to a closed case, Madison must face her past. The lead detective on that case was Madison's ex-fiancé. At the risk of jeopardizing departmental relationships, and churning up the attention of an old flame at the same time, Madison must push hard before the guilty are found innocent.
Excerpt, Chapter 1:
“He didn’t do it!”
The hysterical shouting pulled Madison’s attention from her monitor to a woman rushing toward her.
The station was supposed to be quiet today. Sunday. She wasn’t required to be there, and that made it the perfect day to dig into her cold case. She was so close to getting answers.
With one more longing look at her screen, Madison rose from her chair and held up her hands to stop the woman.
“Detective Knight.” She stated this as if they had met before.
Officer Ranson, the female officer who manned the front desk, came up behind them. “Come on—”
Another officer brushed past Ranson and slipped his hands under the woman’s arms. “Let’s go.”
He pulled on her, but she stayed still. Her eyes steadied on Madison.
“Please help me.” She attempted to shake loose from the officer’s grip.
Her frown lines were deep burrows, her eyes were sunken, and the flesh around them was puffy. She appeared to be rough-edged, but there was something desperate about her, and she didn’t seem to be a threat to the lives of anyone here.
“I’ve got this,” Madison said.
“All right, your call.” The male officer let go of the woman, and he and Ranson left.
“I saw your face in the paper.” The woman held up the Stiles Times. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Her lashes were caked with mascara, and she blinked slowly. Madison wondered if the cosmetic had sealed her eyes shut.
Madison passed a glance to the paper. It captured a moment she wished to forget. A day when she had been forced to speak in front of a crowd and to take pride in the job she had done. The thing was, though, a good cop couldn’t care less about the recognition.
The woman sobbed, yet her tears didn’t affect her makeup. “He wouldn’t do this…”
Madison summoned patience. A list of envelope-printing companies—which could prove to be a vital link in the chain of evidence against the Russians—would be on her monitor, right now.
She took a deep breath, passed another glance to her computer, and turned back to the woman. “Come with me.”
Madison kept the woman to the side of her. Her first impression was the woman didn’t pose a threat, but she still wasn’t willing to sacrifice her back by leading the way into the room.
Inside, Madison gestured to a chair.
The woman dropped her red bag heavily on the table. It was large enough to serve as a duffel bag. She pulled off her jean jacket, folded it over the back of the chair, and revealed a pink sweater that displayed more cleavage than Madison could ever hope to see on herself. The woman went rooting through the duffel bag and she stuffed a stick of gum in her mouth. She worked at chopping it into a soft, pliable distraction. It snapped in her mouth.
“Let’s start with your name—”
“Vilma with an ‘i’. Vilma Thorne, well, it would have been. My God, Kev!” She raised her face upward as if calling out to a Greater Being. Her gum chewing paused only momentarily.
“Vilma—” Madison had to tune out the noise and the display of her open-mouth chewing. “Let’s start at the beginning. Why are you here?”
Vilma stuck a finger through one of the large gold hoops dangling from her ears and leaned in.
Madison detected the blend of cheap perfume and cigarettes. Maybe—she inhaled deeper, trying not to appear obvious—it wasn’t perfume but whiskey. It was hard to discern. Her eyes appeared normal, except for the abuse of eye makeup. Besides the thick mascara, her lids were weighed with the color purple. Her pupils weren’t dilated or pinpricks.
Still, she didn’t respond to Madison’s question.
“Okay, Vilma, if you need my help, I need you to talk to me.”
Possibly this woman was on a new line of drug that disguised itself behind brilliant colors? Maybe this was a mistake and Madison should have let her get hauled away.
“My family is against what he did. But he didn’t do it!” Her voice rose, tears flowed. She stopped chewing and, sniffling, went rooting in the duffel bag again. She came out with a bunched up tissue and wiped her nose.
Madison’s tolerance level had almost reached its limit. “You keep saying he didn’t do it. Do what?”
A tissue still pinched on the tip of her nose, Vilma said, “He didn’t kill himself…someone killed him.”
Interested in reading more?
The Madison Knight Series is a clean, murder mystery series meaning mild graphic violence and language. Each book is self-contained so you can read any of the books, and out of order, if you wanted to. Books in the series in released order: Ties that Bind, Justified, Sacrifice, Life Sentence (Prequel in which Madison has a cameo role), and Found Innocent.
Carolyn Arnold started to take writing seriously six plus years ago when a co-worker said “tell me a story”. Since then she’s written nine novels and has plans to write many more. She has a love for the canine world and has two beagles that are affectionately named Max and Chelsea. Like her female protagonist Madison Knight, she loves her chocolate and has been known, on occasion, to speak her mind.
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|Posted on October 10, 2013 at 4:05 PM||comments (0)|
Family connections are most important, they turn you into that which you become. Friends are connections that may be as strong as family. Friends may become so bonded as to become family. Some are lucky enough to have someone in your life that are both, family and friend.
Today would have been my sister, Cindy's 63 rd birthday. Although she had her faults, she was a remarkable woman. In grade school she studied ballet and became a Prima Ballerina. After an injury ended her career as a dancer, Cindy studied Respiratory medicine and became a Respiratory therapist. She played the Oboe and was crazy about Christmas. We lost her to cancer seven years ago, but she is thought of daily.
Today she celebrates with all those that have gone before. Happy Birthday Cindy know you are not forgotten.
|Posted on October 8, 2013 at 2:20 PM||comments (0)|
Positive attitude is the best way to #improve the way you experience your day. Smile like you mean it, the #emotion will follow.
|Posted on September 15, 2013 at 11:30 PM||comments (0)|
There is no perfect family.
Dad was extremely controlling, disciplined and a man of strong will and honor. My Mom was bipolar, my sister was histrionic and self centered. Andy felt entitled and that he was always right. Rick was the avoider. I was the negotiator. In grade school and high school I spent a lot of time in the ER. I'd faint, then not remember why, and tell people what I thought happened. Other people involved in those activities had differences of the memories. So my parents and siblings labeled me a liar.
In nursing school it was found that there are three things that affected my memory, Hypoglycemia caused me to pass out Hypothyroidism, an inability to absorb Thiamin (vitamin B1), and Dyslexia affected how I remember things. So my brothers blame me for all the wrongs in the family. That is just fine. There were 7 sides to every truth ( Wally's, Dorothy's, Cindy's, Sandy's, Andy's, Ricky's and the actual truth). It is what it is, that will not be changed.
The past we own created the people we have become. We are wise or not, Sane or not, Healthy or not, Loving and caring or not, Faithful or not. That said we must choose the way we present ourselves and the examples we want our children to follow. I choose to live my life in faith, individualized to each family member.
I choose to live seeking education, learning something new every day. I choose to live blind to skin color to value each person for all they can teach me. I choose to find value in all things, as every object and creation has a lesson to teach.
My hope is the lessons offered by my example are humble and of value.