Saturday, December 29, 2018

Questions to Ponder in 2019

Do you ever ponder these questions like

Who let the dogs out?
Did Clara Peller ever find the beef?
How to get to Sesame Street?
Why Dora doesn't just use Google maps?
Why do all the flavors of fruit loops taste exactly the same?
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
Why are eggs packaged in flimsy cartons, but batteries are secured in plastic tough as nails?
What does the fox say?
Why 'abbreviated' is such a long word?
Why there is a D in fridge but not in refrigerators?
Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor yet dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons?
Why they sterilize needles for lethal injections?
Why do you have to put your two cents in but it's only a penny for your thoughts?  Where does the extra penny go?
Why does the Alphabet Song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
Why did you just try to sing the two previous songs.?
What exactly is Victoria's Secret?
Where is Waldo?
Can you hear me now?

If you know the answers to any of  the questions, please clue me in.  Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and look forward to all the adventures awaiting you in the New Year

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving

Enjoy the day and remember to give thanks for the blessings bestowed upon you.  

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Is Anyone Still Out There?

Happy Monday Everyone.

Dropping by to say hi to anybody that still tunes in.  I 'stole' this from a fellow blogger and FB friend- it's fun and I hope you all participate.

1.  Name something people hate to find on their windshield?   Ice

2. Name something a man might buy before going on a date?  Mouthwash

3. Name something you cook in the microwave? TV dinners

4. Name an item found in an old man's wallet? A very old condom

5. Something always stocked in the fridge?  Ice cubes

6. Name an item found in a Grandma's purse?  An old grocery list.

7. Sport where you might lose a tooth?  Rugy (or so I've heard)

8. Name a fruit that isn't round?  Banana

9. Name something you put on a Christmas tree?  Garland

10. Name five people that you think will do this?  PK, Ronnie, Ella, Katie T and Lindy (the person from whom I 'stole' it.)

Not sure when I'll post again - until then enjoy my Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Blessed Are They Who Gave Their All.


Veterans Day 2018

  1. Never was so much owed by so many to so few – Winston Churchill
  2. Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country’s cause. Honor, also, to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves, as he best can, the same cause. – Abraham Lincoln
  3. “In order to insure proper and widespread observance of this anniversary, all veterans, all veterans’ organizations, and the entire citizenry will wish to join hands in the common purpose.” – Dwight D. Eisenhower
  4. “This will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.” – Elmer Davis
  5. “Word to the Nation: Guard zealously your right to serve in the Armed Forces, for without them, there will be no other rights to guard.” – President John F. Kennedy
  6. “We remember those who were called upon to give all a person can give, and we remember those who were prepared to make that sacrifice if it were demanded of them in the line of duty, though it never was. Most of all, we remember the devotion and gallantry with which all of them ennobled their nation as they became champions of a noble cause.” – Ronald Reagan
  7. “We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.” – Winston S. Churchill
  8. “On this Veterans Day, let us remember the service of our veterans, and let us renew our national promise to fulfill our sacred obligations to our veterans and their families who have sacrificed so much so that we can live free.” – Dan Lipinski
  9. “Our veterans accepted the responsibility to defend America and uphold our values when duty called.” – Bill Shuster
  10. “No man is entitled to the blessings of freedom unless he be vigilant in its preservation.” – Gen. Douglas MacArthur
  11. “My heroes are those who risk their lives every day to protect our world and make it a better place, police, firefighters, and members of our armed forces.”– Sidney Sheldon
  12. “The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war, no matter how justified, shall be directly proportional to how they perceive the Veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by their nation.” – President George Washington
  13. “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.” – Winston Churchill

Tuesday, November 6, 2018



I can't stress enough that your vote is needed now.  Our country is in need of intelligent leadership. Leadership that recognizes that words matter, that there is no need for a wall and thousands of troops on the border to stem the tide of 1000 impoverished people seeking a better life for themselves and their children, that climate change is real, that love triumphs over hate, that gun control is needed, that everyone deserves health care that actually covers their health needs without going into bankruptcy, and the list goes on.



Friday, August 17, 2018


Here is the promised meme - thanks to all who have posted this before.

WHO IS THE OLDEST?  Ray, at times it is almost two years between us and I never let him forget it.

WHO WAS INTERESTED FIRST?  The first time we met, I didn't like him at all.  

WORSE TEMPER?  Definitely him.  He has a short fuse.  I simmer for a bit and it takes awhile, but then...

MORE STUBBORN?  I think it's a toss up.  We're both pretty headstrong.

WAKES UP FIRST? Him, always.

WHO COOKS THE MOST?  I cook - he grills.

CRIES?  Definitely me.  I'm a weeper.

SAID I LOVE YOU FIRST?  Don't remember.  It has been a very long time and I barely remember yesterday.

BETTER SINGER?  Definitely him - when I sing animals howl.

BETTER DRIVER?  I think I am - he thinks he is.  Go figure.

HOGS THE REMOTE?  It's actually an extension of Ray's arm.  I've actually watched him start to panic if it gets too far away.  (hahah)

BETTER COOK?  Me - he's a good hamburger helper guy.

CLOTHES AND SHOE HOARDER?  He would say me, but I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector.  I like  choices.

See  you later, probably much later, for Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Dropping By


Visiting some of fav's yesterday, my last post on July 13th popped out.  That was the last time I posted.  OMG it hasn't seemed that long.  Time has just whizzed by and the summer along with it.  It has been busy and hot, hot, hot (weather wise, that is).

Ray's birthday party was great fun and it was really a whole birthday weekend.  My brother and his SO and our daughter made it very special.  We ate and drank way too much - made getting older a little more palatable - for Ray anyway.  August arrived with a big anniversary for us and hubby surprised me with a weekend at one of the iconic hotels here in AZ.  

This weekend our grandson heads off to college.  He is so excited while our daughter is teary.  I do remember when she went off, hell I remember when I went off.  Things are never the same once they go off on their own for a while even when they do come home.  My youngest grandson starts high school on Monday and he is a little trepidatious. He will be attending the school where his father is the principal and it didn't work out too well for his brother.  We shall see.   He has decided to give up soccer and play football. Scary for his mom and I - father and grandfather are fine.  He is fast and will play running back.  You know the hits those guys take and G is tall and wiry - strong but there is not a lot of meat on his bones.  Keeping fingers crossed.

Did something we haven't done since we moved here.  It's too hot to do any outdoor activities so we decided to check out the casino while daughter was here.  It's only five minutes from home.  We all signed up for the fan appreciation card giving you at least ten dollars of free play.  Well, E scored big - she got 1,000 free play and went home with most of it still in her pocket.  Needless to say, she was excited and planned a back to school shopping spree.  She too will be a school principal this year.  

Not one word has been put to paper since I stopped blogging. Not sure when or even if I will get back to stories and books.  Once in a while, I get an idea but that's as far as it goes.  I think I 'worded' out at least for the immediate future.  

That's it for today.  I'm going to do that meme everyone has posted.  It will be up on Friday.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Friday, July 13, 2018

I'm Still Here

Just dropping by to say hello.  

Monsoon season is here - yeah and nay.  We did get rain - the first storm was a doozy with winds at 60 mph, swirling dust and downed trees and power lines.  We escaped.  The second night it was a lovely rain, with thunder and lightning. we don't get much rain or electrical storms here so they are always a treat.  I think the best ones ever were in Colorado - even better than the ones over the water, maybe because the air is thinner.  Anyway don't know the reason but...

The temps finally dropped but now the humidity is up so even though it's cooler, it's still not comfortable. It's an exciting weather season here in Arizona - Monsoons are joined by haboobs.  Haboob, you say you've never heard of it - it's a humungous dust storm - sometimes so bad that you can't even see your hand in front of your face.  Clean up stinks.

Checkout caption on pic. Can you imagine this wall of dust coming at you?.

Had a lovely visit with my niece and her family last week.  We met in Tempe for dinner at a place called Culinary Dropout.  Had to google it to find out what I was getting us into.  It's a huge place, not too far off ASU's campus, and just the kind of place young people love.  

No visit to Tempe is complete without a stop at IKEA for the meatballs and the pillows I love. I always stock up on both.  It's funny the pillows are cheap, and I do mean cheap, but they are the best. Ray recently convinced me to get one of these My Pillows - $50.00.  I listened and I absolutely hate it. Give me my IKEA pillow every time.

Have a busy week coming up.  I think I've mentioned that Ray is having one of those milestone birthdays and we've invited friends and family to join in celebration.  He always had the notion that he wasn't going to live past 62 - well he's done that and more.  Yeah!!! 

Enough for now.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018



Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, 
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Most of our ancestors saw this shining example of freedom as they sailed into New York harbor.  Others came a different route but unless you're a Native American, your ancestors came from elsewhere to this melting pot we call America.

 Old Glory long may she wave - even though she gets a little bruised and battered from time to time, I'm proud of her and what she represents. No matter any wrinkles that occur, they will eventually be overcome and I will stand tall in the pride of our heritage.  After all, we are, according to Francis Scott Key, the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.  

Happy 4th every one here in the USA.  Watch those fingers and toes as you're lighting those fireworks.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Happy Canada Day

I told you I'd visit once in a while, who knew it would be so soon.  Today is a special day though

Our neighbor to the north is celebrating their 151'st birthday today.  Congratulations on your strength and courage and thank you for always sticking by us.

This sentiment is even truer today considering the news of the past few months.  Certain persons in power at the moment have made and done some hurtful things and still, PM Trudeau publicly states he is not going to hold it against the American populace in general. The wrinkle in Washington will pass (eventually, I hope).  Until then, know that we love having you as neighbors and wish you at least another one hundred and fifty years of strength and independence.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Hello and ...

Hello again. If I have any readers left, welcome back.  

Vacation was great. Watching my grandson walk down the aisle to get his high school diploma brought tears to my eyes and a tug at my heart.  I can still see him running down the hall butt naked as he liked to do after a bath, beyond that I remember the thrill of his first picture (the sonogram) announcing his impending arrival, the first time I held him in my arms; then I remembered back to all those memories of his mother and know how she feels releasing her firstborn into the real world. It's a sobering experience.

The day after the graduation the six of us piled into the car and spent the day wandering around Monterey Wharf.  I bought the one and only thing on the entire trip there.  Ray jokes that I have a sweatshirt from everywhere we visit because I never bring a jacket.  Monterey was no exception, the daytime was wonderful, but once the sun started to set, the breeze off the water was kind of brisk.  Surprised him though, I didn't buy a sweatshirt, instead, I bought a fleece jacket in my color.  It did come in handy a couple of times on the trip, but then I mixed it in with my Clearwater sweat jacket from a previous trip.

We left that area the following morning after breakfast with our daughter.  It was sad to leave but easier knowing that soon my beloved will be celebrating his 75th birthday and she's coming to share the experience.

Our next stop was Cambria.  It is a small seacoast town not too far from San Simeon and Hearst Castle which we planned to tour.  It's funny, but all the years living in California and passing it numerable times, we never stopped, so this was the perfect opportunity.  We stayed at a place called Cambria Pines Lodge which is a resort settled among the pines  Great place, we stayed in a quaint cottage, decorated in the style of the Hearst Castle era. I booked it through TravelZoo - it was great, two nights, a dinner with a bottle of wine and two full breakfasts for one price.  Definitely the best deal of the entire trip.  Hearst Castle sits atop a mountain and the view is spectacular.  The tour was worth taking to get some of the histories of the castle and such.  The furnishings were opulent but I couldn't help but think that it was decadence of the royal order (think Old Hollywood as depicted in the movies) except this stuff was real and worth millions.

That was the end of schedule portion of the trip.  After that, we were traveling on a whim with no particular destination in mind except it would be along the coast.  We couldn't take Highway 1 all the way which was disappointing.  There was a huge landslide last year and it is still closed so we missed some of those breathtaking vistas through Big Sur.  

We did manage to make a stop at Pea Soup Anderson's, a landmark restaurant along 101, famous for it's,  guess what - pea soup.  Ray always made it a point to stop there and it was close to lunch so....  It's the same but the town, Buellton, has grown up around it.  Not too far is the Danish village of Solvang, noted for their pastries and Scandinavian charm.

In case you haven't guessed by now, this travelogue is in place of a story.  Not once on the whole trip did I write one word - so much for plans.  It did get me thinking though that I'm going to follow through on what I've been thinking about for a while.  I'm going to take a break from Monday stories and blogging in general - at least through the summer.  I'm not going totally away and will post here and there but not on a regular schedule.  For some time now, I've felt like a fraud on this venue with the only thing making it legit in my eyes was that I supplied stories about TTWD.  Well, lately I've fallen off that horse and can't seem to get back up.  A break might be just what I need.

So, now that I've given you the news, I think I will end this week's post and who knows the remainder of the trip might be another post in a couple of days or next week.  Who knows?

Thanks for reading and see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Vacation Post

Happy Monday - As I mentioned in my last post, I'm on vacation.  Rey and I are having a great time and another week to go.  Yahoo.

Here's a retread.

Billie Jo Michaels tried sneaking into bed.  Breathing a sigh of relief as she brought up the covers, her head had just settled on the pillow, when Benny rolled over.

“A little late aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry I woke you.  I tried being quiet.  It was a busy night and there was a lot of clean up and prep work for tomorrow’s brunch.”

‘Then how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”

“Oh, one of the new girls smokes like a chimney and it must contaminate all of us.”

“Uh huh.  You know how I feel about lying?”

“Yes, Benny, I do.”

“So how come you reek of cigarette smoke?”

“Honest, hon.  We stood out back waiting for everybody to finish and I guess that’s why.”

“Okay Babe, but you better be telling me the truth or else you know what happens.”

“Yes, Babe. ”


Billie Jo Michaels had talked Benny into her taking a weekend job as a hostess/server at Bennington’s restaurant.  Benny thought one job was enough but Billie Jo threw that logic right back at him.  Benny was a full-time high school history teacher, the assistant football coach, and also served as a referee during basketball season.  He was actually considering taking on the cross-country team in the spring and Billie Jo won her point by telling him she was a weekend sports widow.  Benny loved his job and sports but that wasn’t the reason he took on the extra duties.  Teachers didn’t make a great deal of money, so the extra stipends from coaching went right into their house downpayment fund.  Billie Jo agreed she would contribute her restaurant salary to the fund and that sealed the deal.

Billie Jo’s restaurant co-workers would often go over to the casino after work and they finally talked Billie Jo into accompanying them.  The first time, she did really well playing the slot machines, coming home with $500 in winnings, the second time she won again and she became hooked.  She made more in two nights than she had in two months at the restaurant and she went more often. When she finally told  Benny, he became apoplectic.

“Gambling is addictive, believe me I know.  I experienced it in my family and it almost ruined my parent’s marriage.  I forbid you to continue to gamble away your hard earned money.”

“But, Ben, I’ve won at least $800.”
“Yes, that’s how you get sucked in.  It will only be a matter of time before you lose money. Once that happens, you start to bet more and more hoping to win it back.  I’m serious, Billie Jo, I forbid you to visit the casinos without me.  Do you understand?”

“But what will I tell the girls.”

“I don’t care what you tell the girls, tell them your husband forbids it.”

“Oh, I could never do that.  They would give me a hard time.”

“Well, if I catch you gambling, I’ll be giving you a hard time.”

Billie Jo turned down the girl’s invitations the next couple of times, but then one night she was mad at Benny and accompanied her friends.  She lost her initial stake and kept playing more and more money trying to recoup her loss.  Before she realized it, she had lost over $1,000. I don’t need to tell Benny, I’ll put it on the credit card and he never checks the bill so I’ll just pay it off before he finds out,” she thought to herself. 

Unfortunately, plans don’t always work out the way we want.  On one of those rare weekdays when Benny beat Billie Jo home from work, he retrieved the mail from the box.  He opened the credit card bill and when he saw the charge for the casino, he hit the roof.   He sat in the living room to keep an eye on the street.  The minute her car hit the driveway, he was up and waiting for her at the door.  He had his belt doubled over in his hand when he opened the door and took her arm.  He didn’t waste any time, he was lashing her backside as he ushered her into the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes and lay over the bed, he bellowed while he arranged the pillows.

“Why, what did I do?”

“I can’t believe you are asking me that question.  Does that mean there’s more than one thing that deserves a spanking?  We’ll talk about it while you’re standing in the corner after I stripe your bottom.”

Billie Jo quickly removed her clothes; she knew better than to try to stall or talk him out of this punishment.  When he was in this mood, the best thing she could do for herself and her tush was  to move fast and quietly to do his bidding.  She lay over the bed and he wasted no time in expressing his displeasure.  The belt landed quickly and often, not giving her enough time to catch her breath before the next stripe marked her bottom.
She tried clenching her butt cheeks making him stop for a moment.

“Do I have to get the ginger?”

“No.” she managed to get out.  He moved her thighs further apart and his belt once again began it’s assault on her now tender red backside.  Billie Jo’s fingers clutched the comforter as she tried to focus on accepting the pain of the spanking. She didn’t think she could take another spank when she realized the belt was no longer striking her backside.
He stood her up and propelled her to the corner.

“Hands clinched behind your head.   When you’ve stopped sobbing I want you to tell me exactly what this was all about.”

Standing behind her, he watched as her sobs started to abate.  He could feel the heat coming off her red striped ass and knew she had to be hurting. He wanted to get his point across because he didn’t want to visit this subject again.  Gambling ruined his childhood, and he didn’t want to relive the experience as an adult – he thought he had made that clear to her.

“So are you ready to talk to me?”

She brought her hands down and turned around.  Very sternly he told her“I didn’t tell you to turn around and get those hands back up.  All I want you to do is to tell me why you just got spanked," 

“I don’t know.”  He picked up the belt and swung it across her ass.  He saw her body jump as the fresh strike brought back the heat that had just started to subside.

“Want to try that again.”

“I don’t know.”  The belt lashed her throbbing bottom three more times. “Before I ask again, I want you to think long and hard because if you don’t give me the truth, you’re going to be back over the bed and your welts will have welts.  Do you understand?”

She shook her head yes.  “Why are you getting this spanking?”

“I disobeyed you.”

“That’s a start, care to embellish.”

“I disobeyed you and went to the casino without you.”

“Finally,” he said.  He sat down on the bed and watched her.  He let her stew there for fifteen minutes before he told her to come to him.  He made her stand between his legs while he explained once again how much he hated gambling. 

“I hope this spanking will be a reminder the next time you decide to gamble.  Now lay back down on the bed.”

“What?  You just spanked me, why am I getting another spanking.”

“You’re getting another spanking because you didn’t tell me when it happened.  If I hadn’t opened the credit card statement, I would still be in the dark, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Yes, I know you are but I want to be sure you remember.  After this spanking, you’re going to go to the computer and look up Gambler’s Anonymous.  When you’re finished reading, I want you to write down the twelve steps and post it on the refrigerator along with your five hundred lines of Why I don’t gamble.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took pity on her and this spanking was not nearly as harsh as the first.  He gave her five licks with the belt and then took her over his knee and finished up with a brisk hand spanking. He pulled her up onto his lap, arranging her over his legs so that her bottom wasn’t touching anything. He cuddled her tightly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

Afterward, she went to the bathroom to freshen up and came out dressed in her robe.

“No dice, Billie Jo. Take it off.  I want you to feel the humiliation of the spanking while you’re sitting at the table reading and writing your lines.  When that is completed, your punishment will be over and you can get dressed.”


“Billie Jo, are you going to disobey me already.  The belt is still here on the bed.”

“No sir.”  He watched her leave the room, and he had all he could do to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up inside.  The look on her face when he reminded her about the belt was priceless.  He wished he had a camera to preserve it for posterity.

An hour later, she was still sitting at the table writing her lines, when the doorbell rang. She immediately jumped up.  “Stay right there,” he told her.

“But Benny, I don’t have anything on.”

“I’m well aware of your situation.  Stay right there.”   He could see the UPS man standing at the door and knew he would not be allowing him any further than the door but Billie Jo didn’t know that.  He watched her squirm and more than her bottom was red.

“As he opened the door, he told her loud enough to hear in the kitchen “Stay where you are unless you want another spanking.”  The UPS man handed him the package and winked.  Benny was quite sure Billie Jo would remember the spanking and this embarrassment for a while.

The next time the girls asked her to join them on a casino night, she politely refused.

“My husband doesn’t like me gambling,” she told them as she unconsciously rubbed her butt cheek.

The UPS man never passed their house without smiling.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Monday, June 4, 2018

All Rise for the Judge

Happy June everyone.  Wow, that came fast.  Are you all set for summer. The summer weather is here - 106 yesterday.  We're praying for rain but nary a drop in sight.  Fires are popping up everywhere - things are so tinder dry.  And yet, other parts of the country are being deluged.  Weather patterns have sure changed.

Ray and I are leaving this week on vacation.  I'm excited.  We're visiting family first, because of grammar school and high school graduations for our grands, then we're taking a leisurely drive down the coast highway stopping in several coastal town along the way before heading back home.  We haven't done that drive in years.  It was usually further north along the coast or flying to California.    Weather should be cooler which will be lovely before we come back to wither in the AZ summer.

I know I've said this about some others, but I think this may be either a new book or a longer story in a short story collection.  Either way, it is not finished but I'm posting in and I'm well into the second part.  I probably won't be posting the next part until I return so next week will be another retread.

Educating Jenny (Cal's Law Book 3) by [Corey, PK ]

If you want to read something new and actually finished,  may I suggest PK's latest book, Educating Jenny.  It's book 3 of that series and PK's writing never disappoints.  

You'll recognize lots of old friend in there too. 

Now for the new story.

Here Comes the Judge

“Georgie Hanson you stay away from me or else”

“Or else what, Magdalene Darling.”

“Or else I’m gonna punch out your lights”

“Yeah, you and who else”

That scenario went through Maggie's mind as she walked into the courtroom and saw Georgie Hanson sitting on the bench – the most honorable George M. Hanson now. Maggie turned around to leave the courtroom but was stopped by her attorney just entering.

“You’re going the wrong way,” he told her.

“No, I’m not.  I won’t get a fair hearing.”

“Of course you will.”

“No, the judge and I have history.”

Emil Jannings shook his head.  “What kind of history could you possibly have, you haven’t lived in this area in years.”

“Yeah, well we do and it did take place years ago.  See that scar above his right eye.”

“Yes, so what.”

“I put it there.”

“Oh, really.  The judge always says it was a war wound.”

Maggie flushed.  “As far as I know, Georgie Hanson was never in a war and I know I wasn’t. I’ll tell you how he received that scar.  He was teasing me about my name as usual and when I told him to quit, he laughed at me, so I knocked him down and punched him.  It bled something awful.  He needed stitches.”  Emil Jannings was laughing now.

“Stop laughing, it’s true and he swore I would be sorry.  There is no way he is going to give me a fair hearing.”

“Maggie, that was how many years ago.  I’m quite sure Judge Hanson isn’t still holding a grudge.”
He ushered her toward a seat in the courtroom.   She was more nervous now than before.  Her case was to get the zoning changed on her Grandma’s  (now hers ) property.  Gran Darling had passed and left her Victorian house to her only granddaughter, Magdalena.  She had plans to turn it into a bed and breakfast.  The Darling house and name were well known in these parts and she wouldn’t even have to change the name.  It was a darling house in more ways than one.  Her great-grandfather had built it for his bride when they were first married.  It had eight bedrooms and three bathrooms, unheard of in a house built at the time.  They anticipated a houseful of children but only two lived to adulthood, one of them was my Grandma. 

Grandma Darling was somewhat of a rebel – a woman way before her time.  She moved away when she was twenty and joined a dancing troupe that was touring the country.  She met my grandfather and soon became pregnant.  Much to her parent's dismay, she refused to marry the man just to get a name for her son.  “My child has a name, Darling, it was good enough for me and it will be good enough for him or her,“ she told her parents.

Steven Foster Darling was born and lived with his parents in a trailer. They were still part of the dance troupe and were performing all over.  When war broke out, Steven Foster, my grandfather enlisted and was killed in battle.  By this time, my great-grandparents' health was failing and Gram and her son, my dad, moved back to care for them.

My dad went off to college and met my mother.  She was an easterner, through and through and thought of Montana as being filled with cowboys and Indians.  It was not for her and she refused to settle there.  My dad tried it her way but could never adjust to city life.  He moved back here and I would visit him during the summer and every other Christmas.  I met Georgie Hanson during one of those summer vacations.

He was a cute little shit and I fancied myself in love with him.  He put up with me if no one else was around but would abandon me if something better came along.  It was during one of these times that we had our ‘incident.’  After that, we weren’t friends anymore, and on my visits, I no longer sought him out.

As Gram became frail, Dad sold his place and moved into the Darling House to care for her.  When Gran passed I knew the house had been left to me but there was no way I was going to displace my dad.  When he passed last spring, I decided to move to  Greenwich and convert Gram’s house into a B and B.  It was something I always wanted to do and Gran’s house was perfect and Greenwich was also a picture postcard kind of town, both in the summer and the winter.  Being a freelance writer gave me the freedom to work anywhere and the extra money from the B&B allow me to live very comfortably.   I began making the plans to rezone the property  There now you know the story, do you still think Little Georgie will give me my approval stamp, Mr.Jennings."

"Not if you call him little Georgie Boy."  I laughed and some of my nervousness left.  So there I stood with all the T's crossed and I’s dotted.  All I needed was a rezoning ordinance for the work to begin. The plan was for two of the existing bedrooms to be converted to a large en-suite and each of the remaining bedrooms would have their own bath.  The downstairs would be the public space, library, media room and kitchen.  There was an old carriage house on the property to be converted to my living quarters.  There was ample parking and when I presented t the plans to the city council they were overwhelmingly approved. The last step in this process was the final courtroom hearing before the judge.

She sat in the courtroom looking at Georgie.  He had turned into a fine looking man, with a full head of hair that was almost white - surprising since he wasn’t that old.  Although she couldn’t see much of him under his judicial robes, he appeared in good shape.  She didn’t notice a wedding band and leaned over to ask Emil if he was married when she heard her court case called.

She stood on wobbling knees and walked toward the bench, Emil Jannings next to her and waited.
George Hanson shuffled through papers in front of him. He suddenly stopped and looked up before looking back down again.

When he next rose his head, “So Miss Magdalene Darling is it?  How is that right hook?”

Maggie was sure she was red from her neck up.   “Pardon me, your Honor.”
“Oh come on, Ms. Darling we both know what I’m talking about.”  His eyes twinkled and there was a slight glimpse of a smile on his lips.

“Yes, your Honor, I do.  Let me just say that I haven’t had occasion to use it for a while so I’m not sure.”

“Well, let me say, that I hope you won’t have to.”

He went back to shuffling through the papers.  “Before I make my final decision, would Ms. Darling please approach the bench.”

Emil Jannings started to walk with her.  “No Mr. Jannings, Ms. Darling only.”  Now Maggie was really nervous.  When she was right in front of him, Georgie brought down his head and in a conspiratorial whisper asked her to dinner.  Maggie was flummoxed.  “If I say no, will my plans be denied?”

“I’m sorry you think so little of me Maggs.  After all, we were childhood friends.  My decision will be based on the merits of your plan and the recommendations of the city council.  I’m just asking if you’ll have dinner with me some evening.”

“I ’d love to if you promise not to call me Maggs.  It’s not going to cause problems with your wife, or will she be joining us?”

He laughed.  “No wife, I’m a widower.”


“Don’t be, if she hadn’t passed I’m sure we would have divorced.”

“That good, huh.”

“It was, but things changed. How about you, do you have a husband.”

“No, no husband.”

“Never married  or…

“Never married.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised, if they ever showed them your right cross, it would be enough to scare away any man.”

“Ha, ha, ha.  I’m not sure I want to have dinner with you now.”

“Too late, you already accepted and the fact that you have no husband is even better because there’s been something you have coming, something I promised myself if I ever saw you again, and a husband would have definitely been a problem.”

“I really am rethinking having dinner with you.”

“Have you turned chicken, you never were before.”

“No, I haven’t turned chicken and I’ll stand by my acceptance.  Besides, I’ll always have that right hook."

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Monday, May 28, 2018

Memorial Day - 2018


This story is a retread.  I hadn't written a Memorial Day story but one of my older ones came to mind. Problem is I can't remember what I titled it so as I was scrolling through the list I came across this one.  It was titled Memorial Day 2016 so it's not that old but appropriate to the day with a little fun thrown in.  

Judy rolled over in bed in time to see her husband step out of the shower.  After thirty years, he still made her weak in the knees.  His black hair was tinged with grey now, but those steely blue eyes mesmerized her.  His body was still toned and muscular, and she marveled that he was hers and hers alone. 

“Hey handsome, come over here and let me feast my eyes on you.”

He turned around in a manly pose but didn’t come any closer.  “Honey, I’m already late.  I said I meet the guys for breakfast before we had to be at the staging area.”

“Not even time for one little kiss, pretty please,” she begged.

“Okay, I can spare time for a kiss.” When he reached over to kiss her, she pulled him down on the bed with her.

“Honey, I don’t have time,”

“Sure you do.  She touched him, and his manhood sprung to life.”

“No, I don’t. “  She slid her hand up and down his shaft.

“Does that change your mind?”

“No, it doesn’t.  Now stop fooling around, I’m going to be late.”  He tried getting up, but Judy wasn’t letting go. 

“Okay, enough of this.” He told her and he rolled her over and spanked her bare ass. At fifty-two years old, she still had a fine ass.  He loved spanking her, whether it be for funishment or to let her know he was still in charge.  This morning’s smacks were a mixture of both. 

Judy oohed and aahed at the first spanks, but as his hand spanked her harder and harder, she began squirming around and trying to get away.

“I thought you were going to be late.” She complained.

“I have time for this,” he said with a chuckle.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I invited you over.”

“Too bad, so sad.”  He told her and spanked her a little harder.  “I’m having fun now.”

Even through her complaints, her body gave her away.  Her excitement glistened on her thighs.  He stopped spanking, gave her a quick kiss and rose from the bed.  He watched her wide-eyed when she realized he was not about to succumb to her charms – not this time anyway.

“I guess I’m going to have to rely on my ‘go to friend’ this morning,” she told him as she reached over and took her vibrator out of the nightstand drawer.

“You do, and you’ll get another spanking when I get back.  Suit yourself.”

“What were your words a few minutes ago, ‘too bad, so sad.’ He heard the vibrator start to hum and felt the hitch in the pants he had only donned seconds ago.  He couldn’t watch her because if he did, he would definitely be late.   He took the remainder of his things and left the room.

Jack was in the military.  He was due to retire at the end of this enlistment so this would be his last parade with his unit.  They had been through a lot together and today was especially important to him because they had lost a member of their team on their last assignment.  He knew he needed the support of his comrades today and was pretty sure they needed it to.

He and Judy were hosting a barbecue later that afternoon and they were all invited.  That was to celebrate all that was good in life, the parade was to celebrate fallen comrades and thank them and their families for the sacrifices they made.

His staff was already in the booth when he arrived.  They teased him, and he took it good-heartedly.  They all knew Judy and were jealous of their relationship after being married all those years.  They always asked him their secret and he would smile and say “Just keep it hands on,” and let it go. If any of them caught his innuendo, they never let on. 

Jack had grown up in the military and learned first hand that there could be only one leader.  His dad ruled the roost in their home, and although he didn’t know it for a fact, he suspected that his dad spanked his mom, at least early on in their marriage.  Based on a couple of stories they shared, it sounded like his mom was a handful and needed reining in occasionally.

When he met Judy, she was dating another guy in his unit.  She was giving this guy fits and when he’d complained to Jack, Jack told him he should either take her in hand or give her up.  He gave her up, and a few weeks later the fellow accepted a transfer overseas.  About a year later, he ran into her, and that was that.  She gave him fits too, but he told her early on that he wouldn’t tolerate her shenanigans and proved it by taking her over his knee whenever she got out of hand.

The first time he spanked her he wasn’t sure if he was going to end up being jailed and/or kicked out of the service.  She was a military brat and daddy’s little princess.  A temper trantrum allowed her to get what she wanted when she wanted.  Jack wasn’t about to put up with that.  What would happen if they had children?  She had to learn that how you acted as a child, didn’t work as an adult.  He proved it to her on a night she threw a temper tantrum because he had to cancel a date.  He had received an assignment, and when he told her, she began throwing things at him.  When a book grazed his ear, he took hold of her and upended her over his knee. 

She screamed bloody murder, but it didn’t deter him.  He lectured and spanked until his hand hurt.

“That’s what you can expect from me when you misbehave.  If you want to see me again, you’ll have to call me?” he told her before he left.

“Don’t be holding your breath, you brute,” she yelled at him as he walked out the door.


Well, she did call him and six months later they were married.  True to his word, she got spanked regularly at the beginning of their marriage.  Now it was mostly for fun and fun they had.


The parade ended and after the hugs and goodbyes, Jack left for home.  Judy had plenty of things for him to do before the guests started arriving but Jack told her they had some unfinished business.  She told him to go take a hike, she was busy.  He laughed and pulled her over his shoulder and carried her to his study.  Once there, he pulled up her dress, pushed down her panties and took her over his knee.  He opened his desk drawer and pulled out his ruler.

“No, no Jack.  Not the ruler. It will leave marks, and I will be wearing a bathing suit later.”

“I can’t believe this phrase is coming into use again today.  ‘Too bad, so sad,' you were warned, and you chose to not only ignore it but throw it in my face.  You’re getting this bottom reddened but good. It’s time I stop talking and start spanking.”  She felt the first swat of the ruler and the sound echoed around the room.  It stung like the dickens, and she sucked in her breath.  Before she was even ready, the ruler struck again and again on her bared flesh.

“Jack, stop please.” 

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

“You know I am dammit.”  The minute the words left her mouth, she knew she was in deeper trouble.

The ruler came down in a steady stream of spanks, harder and harder.  Right cheek, left cheek and then five times in one spot.  She was wriggling around like a bead of water in a hot frying pan. 

“Stop, please stop.”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Please stop sir.”

“I heard you that time.  A couple of more as a reminder.”  There were five swats on the lower half of her bottom and the last five on her thighs.  She howled when those were delivered.

“You’re a mean bastard, you know that.  That’s going to leave marks.”

He laughed.  “Keep it up girl, the ruler is still here in my hand.”  She felt him turn and put the ruler down.  He rubbed her back and rubbed a little of the sting out of her ass before letting her up

“So, do you want the real thing now or just your ‘go to friend?’”

“The hell with substitutes.  I want the real thing, I earned it.”

“That you did.”


Later that afternoon, Judy was out by the pool and he noticed she still had some faint marks on her thighs.  He smiled to himself and wondered if any of his buddies would notice and think about his statement “just hands on.”

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