Book Review, Suspect

Written by Robert Crais, but completely wrapped in newspaper, I still chose the book, Suspect. I placed it, still wrapped, on the seat beside me as I drove home. I have been choosing Rate My Date books from our local library since the 2nd week in February.

When I tore off the wrapping, my heart was excited to see one of my favorite dogs on the front cover, a german shepherd. I started reading the prologue, The Green Ball. I was pulled in right away because the subjects were Marines, both Pete and his dog, Maggie.

Their strength, tragic loss, love, fierce determination, and dedication were so powerful that I was crying before I began the first chapter. I am heading in to chapter 7 and if I did not have to make dinner for my family, I would put on my jammies and read all night.

Lost

Take my hand

Hold it tight

Guide me through my dream tonight……

I close my eyes,but yet I see

My true love walking ahead of me.

I cry out your name.

Each dream the same.

The rooms are empty, the halls are bare.

Your shadow does not linger there.

Make me stand

I will not fight, but I won’t find you in my dream tonight…..

The storm has arrived

I know it well

Will you appear?

Only time will tell.

Valentine Fun

I have the sniffles, I have a cold, but I promised my daughter and her two children we would venture out for a couple of hours to shop at Walmart. As I drove back from work, the wind was blowing and snow was twirling. I was thinking of the lack of sleep I got the night before and I realized that more than anything I wanted to have some fun.

So we had Valentine fun! We picked out pretty red polish and looked at pink and red flowers. We let the babies choose heart shaped balloons, and pink frosted, sprinkled cookies. We put coloring books, crayons,and stickers in the cart. Red juice and freshly ground coffee went in too.

As we drove home, I thought some vapo-rub and something warm to eat would be a nice ending. But having them ask me to color with them and getting hugs and big kisses gave my heart a warmer feeling all filled with love. That was the best ending.

The Worst Cook

Aunt Grace was actually my great aunt on my mom’s side. Her mom and her mom before her were amazing cooks I’ve been told. What happened to Aunt Grace in that area is a mystery.

She could put together a mean mouth -watering sandwich from “this and that” she gathered from yards and fields in the neighborhood that surrounded part of an area by the Indy 500. Of course, with all the chemicals nowadays, she wouldn’t want to eat anything she found. And I am not even sure she would be able to find anything alive to put between two pieces of white bread.

She Loved to eat. Right up to the day she died, she would fill her plate to overflowing and talk and laugh and eat and eat. She was fun. Just a fun person to be around.

She kept a very spotless home, but she had so much packed in to each room. Her sisters were kleptomaniacs and maybe once they had died, she had gone to their homes and retrieved her missing knickknacks and pictures and added them to new one’s she had to buy again. They would steal from stores. Silly things they did not even need. And they would steal a picture right off your wall and have the nerve to go and hang it right on their wall. Right in plain sight!

She was extremely blunt. Very much so. But for some reason, you still liked her. I really wish I would have had more time with her. Not eating her food, but just being around her.

She could not have children, so her and her husband adopted a child that was deaf. His parents did not want him because of his disability. She took him to her home and he was hers forever after that. He ended up living in a home right next to hers with his wife in Indianapolis. He took great care of her to the very end.

But back to her cooking. She was by far the worst cook probably ever. When we stopped to check on her and see if she needed anything, unfortunately, she insisted she make you something. Every thing got a big huge spoonful of bacon grease. When you entered the kitchen, your stomach would not come in with you. After you suffered through each bite, she grabbed your plate, wiped it with a towel, and shoved it in the cabinet. In case that did not make sense. She did not wash her dishes, she assumed you were clean, and she just wiped it all down with a towel and returned it to its place with the other “clean dishes”!

Ole Florida Seafood

Traveling to Florida soon, has got us craving the smell of the ocean, the fish markets, and good ole Florida seafood.

We lived a hop, skip, and a jump from all the beautiful beaches and we were brown and warm. We ate good! The markets were awesome to visit and see all the boats “hanging around” for repair, and stop in for a grouper sandwich.

We loved to fish from the Skyway Bridge and I remember one time being so bummed, actually mad, that I missed seeing the huge shark that everyone was going on and on about. I had turned my head right as they saw it, and as I looked and they turned their heads, I got to see a sea turtle the size of a volkswagon bug swim beautifully by. Though we enjoyed the fishing, it was not about bringing any home, but having the experience to see sea creatures. I remember our son caught a blowfish one time. Wow, what fun for him, his sisters, and us because we watched Spongebob every single day and we got to see Mrs. Puff up close.

We still loved to eat at Red Lobster and it was one of the best we have ever experienced. But each Mom & Pop restaurant that served seafood, smelled so awesome, the food melted in your mouth……..

But sometimes we would just go to the beach with a picnic, swim for hours,then stop at the fish market and bring home shrimp. We would make shrimp scampi and not make a big deal of it.

We rinsed and peeled the shrimp. Then we took out our huge skillet and melted half a stick of butter and sprinkled in plenty of garlic salt,poured in the shrimp and cooked them for a few minutes and then put them in our mouths, savoring all the garlicky meat, till our teeth reached the tail. Oh My……..

This trip our cooler is ready. We will be in the Orlando area and have picked a market to stop at and fill that cooler up! We recently purchased a freezer and stocked it with whole chickens, chicken breasts, bacon, tenderloins, and huge logs of colby cheese. All from a wholesale market in the Nashville, TN area.

My husband was not sure we could squeeze another thing in there, but believe you me, I will wiggle my nose, and some how get seafood in there.