2014 YEAR IN REVIEW/New Year’s Resolution

2014 YEAR IN REVIEW

Learned stuff, ate more than I needed, read a lot, watched TV, played on FB. In the 2014 was very interesting.

Therefore, it’s time for my resolution

New Year’s Resolution

1.Eat more bacon. Nothing says love like a healthy portion of bacon on a BLT or bacon and egg sandwich.  In 2015 I want to make it my mission to eat more bacon!

2.Cuss more. Every now and then a nice well placed cuss word soothes the soul and shocks folks. Nothings says “phuck” better than the word itself.

3. Plan to stop procrastinating before December 31, 2015

4. Cook more spaghetti.

5.  Blog more

6.  Drink more hot chocolate

7.  Watch more television

8.   Enjoy the sweeter side of life - M&Ms, Hershey kisses, candy corns, and chocolate cake

9.   Keep my opinions to myself (yeah, right).

10.  Be less perfect

11.  Tolerate fools more gladly

12.  Read constantly

13.  Eat less healthy

14.  Feel freer to unfriend, unfollow, those whose views are borderline Katshiat Krazy

15.  Eat more baked potatoes & prime rib

16.  Dance naked more

17.  Try and contact aliens

18.  Watch Netflix’s more

19.  Sleep more

20.  Eat more ice cream

 

Abigail-Madison Chase

 

I was a red umbrella in a prevous life

     I often feel like a red umbrella.  I am not sure why, but, it always seems as if I am caught in a rain storm and the only person that will cover me is me.
      The other day I saw a picture that looked just like I often feel. There was a beautiful red umbrella in a sea of black ones.
       I loved the picture so much I made it the focal point of my blogger header. Who knows maybe in a previous life I was an umbrella.

Abigail,

Forever Young/Happy Birthday to ME

Today's my birthday! 
I was born on a snowy December 29, O so many years ago. I'll embrace my age when it hurts someone else to not know it.
Birthdays are those awesome landmarks that acknowledge our transition from one age to another. Year after year they come and go.
    The older we get, the less we celebrate our special day of birth.
      Our first birthday is often like the wind, the sixteenth, eighteenth and twenty first, are like a fresh breath of air we are taking. We exhale on our thirtieth,  then our fortieth, and fiftieth come with much fanfare and woe.
      I enjoyed my birthday this year. It was filled with good friends, family and great food. I had a couple of slices of my favorite chocolate cake along with chicken salad sandwiches and ice cream. I must admit, I over indulged and loved it.
My 2014 birthday has come and gone but I remain forever young.

Crestfallen With The Doldrums of Woebegone Valentines

  

       I often wonder if the universe is playing a cruel trick on the inhabitants of earth.   Life is never perfect. Then just when you begin to think it is, the universe sends you a message that your life never will be perfect. 

       In the last year I've began to find my voice in terrible poetry as I try to wait out the universe and it's declaration that my life will never be perfect.

     Is there meaning in my poetry? No. It's just me and a thesaurus on those days when life has kicked me hard. If you are looking for a deeper meaning in my poetry, you want find it. What you will find is me and my virtually endless supply of thesauruses.

     I am not a wordsmith by any means, nor am I an articulate poet who can embrace the wind. I remain, me.  Plain old Abigail-Madison Chase.

I did not  inherit the poetic skills of a Nobel Poet Laureate nor will I ever win a poetry contest. But what I will do is entertain you with my whimsical poetry.

     I remain, steadfast and unmovable in my inability to use correct grammar or spelling.  If you judge me based upon that, then you my good sir or madam are worthy of more that I can offer in my mediocre books of poetry.

     I remain,

Abigail-Madison Chase,

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I love the change of seasons Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, each has something different to offer.

 I also love the rain in every season. 

Sleet, snow and ice rain down on us in Winter.

Hot, sticky humid rain falls in the Summer, Spring rains usher in the rebirth of flowers in blossom.

Fall rains are often mist of fog.
Like the heart the season change as the rain does.

 Seasons of A Heart 

Love overflowing,

Like a river of melting ice

Thawing, a heart covered with snow

 

A love so real, birds chirp

Spring comes early

Flowers bloom

 

Love so overpowering

Roses salute the smell

Natures bows, in respect

 

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall

Love finds a broken or redeemed heart in all

Seasons change like hearts

 

 

Mediocre, beautiful, and run of the mill, Abigail's inventive poetry

 



Mediocre, beautiful, and run of the mill, Abigail's  inventive poetry is written by an uninspired poet. The Tragic Poetic Musings of Abigail features  barely adequate poetry in an ordinary assemblage of undistinguished quality.   Abigail Madison Chase finds meaning in the perils and tragic follies of love. Tragic Poetry of Unrequited Love is for lovers of sad and dramatic poetry.      

Spending long hours at the hospital has codified the fact that I am a terrible poet. I write not like a girl, but an overly enthusiastic lover of sad poetry whose lived a life so melancholy it hurts to smile.

Ahh, the trials and tribulations of love gone wrong. I am not a poet but I do enjoy writing crap that and illogical as love. If only I were the Al Green of poetry. If only, I could master the lyrics of a love song. In the end I am just me, and uninspired poet of terrible poetry.

~Abby~

Tis the Season to be Jolly

 

Tis the season to be Jolly.

The month of December began as the end of the year  looms and a season of celebration is welcomed.

Joy to the World will spread across the miles as people and places unite in celebration.

I love this time of year. It's the month of my birth and there will be lots food and invitations to celebrations from December 1-31. Nothing says "hello" more than a nice plate of cookies or a fruit basket. Each December a smile comes across my face in celebration of spending the entire month in "food heaven". O' how I love thee December.

~Abby~





 

Tragic Poetry of Unrequited Love:The Tragic Poetic Musings of Abigail

Mediocre, beautiful, and run of the mill, Abigail's inventive poetry is from the bowels of an uninspired poet.

The Tragic Poetic Musings of Abigail features  barely adequate poetry in an ordinary assemblage of undistinguished quality.   Abigail Madison Chase finds meaning in the perils and tragic follies of love. Tragic Poetry of Unrequited Love is for lovers of sad and dramatic poetry.

A Map to No Where

 

 

 

 

A Map to No Where

A map to nowhere needs no GPS

The road is open for interpretation’

The road is clear,

The car is full of gas

I watch the horizon as time fly's by

 unassured destiny

I travel,

I ride,

Like a ghost in the wind

I travel to and fro

I am Lady Abigail

I stand and deliver

 my voice loud and clear

The road to nowhere is full with good intentions

The road to hell is paved with better ones,

Time is suspended and life goes on

Watch me as I drive aimlessly

Like the toes of a ballerina

the compass of my heart points us in the right direction

 

I have no map or GPS

The road ahead is unclear

Ride with me, if you dare

 

~Abby~

The thoughts and feels expressed are those of Abigail-Madison Chase as she sits in the Cancer Center.

 

The Edge of Life

 

The Edge of Life

 

Sometimes I stand on the edge of life,

Wondering if  and when I will fall,

When I fall who will catch me?

Will they love me?
Will they take care of me?

Will they heal my wounds?

Sometimes I stand on the edge of Life,

Wondering when I will fall,


~Abby~

Empty Chairs Full of Life

I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. But as I sat waiting on name to be called at my doctor’s office on yesterday; I realized were are a lot of chairs. The chairs are perfectly patterned and lined in rows. Plush and comfortable, they welcome you, with a halfhearted smile.

A cancer center’s chairs should not welcome you, but in their own way they do.  Closing my eyes for a second, I could see the chairs having a party after all the patients had gone. Again poetry is not my thing but there was something so poet about those chairs.

In many ways they hold life, hope, and happiness. Someday they hold great joy, on others the burdens of sorrow. Yet, they still sit there day after day.

 

 

 

Empty Chairs Full of Life

They dance when no one is around

All the Single Ladies march in a row.

Doing High kicks, to and fro,

They are the chairs that sit in the Cancer Center,

Some empty, some full, all perfect and neat,

They should be sad but they are not,for they are hope,

 

Empty Chairs Full of life, O’ how they dance when no one’s around,

O' how they dance, when they dance, the dance of

Seven Veils, The Bump, The Hustle,

Or form a line to dance to "All the Singe Ladies"

These chairs cry out,

 Of being mischievous happenings when no one is around.

 O' how they dance, when they dance,when people are not around?

“Have a seat, watch us dance”

"Will my stay here be that long I ask?"

“No, ma’am, your stay want be very long.”

 They speak in their own unique way.

Sigh,

~Abby~

Rambling At Dawn

Winters scorn bared down on my soul as I sat on my patio this morning drinking a pot of hot chocolate.  Surrounded by darkness my shadowed ebbed its way behind me as I folded myself in a lounger wishing for daylight.

The stark contrast of the darkness and the forthcoming light amazed me with it wisdom and willingness to share.

The quiet of the morning as I sat sipping my hot chocolate was quite dramatic. The pitch black of night surrounded me as the sun grazed its way up. The screech of some unknown bird could be heard calling its mates name.

Mornings are just an awesome time think and wonder. What might have been, what could have been? Ah, the essence of things to come.

More sleep is what this aging diva needs to clarify her thought. Back to been and Cartons?

These are the rambling of a forty something looking forward to watch Kim Possible at daybreak.

 

~Abby~

Just Breathe

There are times in our lives when the greatest thing we can do is breath. I don’t think breathing gets the credit it deserves for being there when things go right or they go horrible wrong. It is with baited breath we await the outcome of so many things; a birth, a death, a great report card or a horrible date.

 We tell ourselves at inopportune moments to “Just Breathe”.  It is a simple, yet, profound phrase. Just Breath. Nothing more, nothing less. Breath...

There is nothing more soothing than taking a deep breath. We often taken them when we are happy, sad, melancholy or just plain dumbfounded. Breathing never feels sweeter, then when you take a breath after you have been knocked off our feet.

I often wonder if we really have to learn to breath.  At some point, Life teaches us to breath.

Abby

October

HAPPY 1ST OF October

Abby's Boots

 

 

These boots are made for walking

It’s been a long time since I’ve worn a pair of boots. This year I plan to change that.  I am excited and giddy with anticipation! I am going to be the owner of at least two pair of boots this winter.

Who would have suspect that life would be as kind as to offer me the chance to own boots.

~Abby~

Abby's September

It’s the first of September!

I love the word September. I often thought, long before I had children and knew the casualties of naming a child a usual name, that I would have a son or a daughter named September.

I welcome September with much anticipation and a wealth of love.

Therefore I take this time to:

~Welcome September~

Abby

Abby's Love Nest

 

Love makes the heart skip a beat ~Abby~

Sipping on a cup of mocha hot chocolate, I watch as two birds share a nest. The birds are harmonies. Harmony, love, Ying and Yang. Together as one in a shelter of love, sharing, life, love and harmony.

Love, Love, Love, it’s in the air.

~Abby~

Abby's Dance, Umbrella, Raincoat and Underwear!

Abby's World of Weird

 

 

 

Insomnia: The inability to fall asleep unhampered or unencumbered.
 

The World of Weird Abby finds herself in when she can’t sleep, is often little more fancy tea party with guest galore.

Strange guest, in a strange house, but guest never the less.

 

~Abby~

Abby's Rain Day

I’ve always love the falling rain. It reminds me of a simpler time when I could spend the day splashing in rain puddles. Oh, how I wish it would rain!

~Abby~

Abby The UnQueen Of Shoes

I could never be called the Queen of Shoes. I am the type of woman that never seems to find the time to worship shoes. I usually wear  whatever fits.

Does that make me a bad person? Nope! I think it makes me, me and ain't nothing wrong with that!

~Abby~

Abby's Shoe

Sometime, your own shoes, like other people’s lives; are not a good fit. ~Abby~

Sipping on my third cup of coffee, I hum at the over sweeten manna from the gods.  Other than being way to hot, I realize I was a little heavy handed with the Baily’s Triple Sweet Cream. Good thing I have my favorite Amaretti Biscotti Cookies to eat while I wait for my coffee to cool.

Sitting by the French patio doors in my bedroom, I see a shoe in my flower bed. Polishing off the last bite of biscotti, I decide to let the landscapers move the shoe. Although I love having a flower bed close to my bedroom patio, I am not too fond of the bees that frequent the fragrant flowers growing there.

Opening the patio doors, I look out at the shoe. From my vantage point, I can see it’s not my shoe or the kids. I am curious as to whose shoe it is. Looking around the yard, I hope this is not an ID TV moment where I find the other shoe on a dead body. I attempt to step further on the patio. In the distance I hear a battle cry as a large bird squawks, then swoops down and picks the shoe up. 

Startled, I jump back into my room quickly pulling the patio doors closed.  Plopping down in my rocking chair, I watch through the window as the bird fly’s away with the shoe.

Sipping my coffee, I wonder if the shoes owner would ever miss the shoe. 

 

~Abby~

Abby's Glass Slipper & Candied Apples

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are the days when I wish I was Queen Abby. Why?

I’d wear glass slippers and eat candied apples all day. I'd dress in a beautiful red dress and speak with a French Accent too.

 ~Abby~

Abby's Coffee Break!

Mornings were made for coffee. Coffee, the sweet ambrosia from the gods that not only quenches a deep abiding thirst, but it definitely warrants a closure of the eyes and the smooth sound of “mmm” from the pits of one’s morning well of desire.  

A Danish only makes it better.

~Abby~

Abby's Evening

The perfection of a perfect day starts at 5am and ends at the breaking of a new dawn.  ~Abby~

 

Armed with a cheese plate and chilled  bottle of wine, I pulled my favorite chair out the French doors of my bedroom. Watching as the sun descended behind the trees, I wondered how many more years would I enjoy this luxury before time and life slipped away.

Typical for a Tuesday night, I wanted nothing more than to unwind and get my rear in my favorite chair to enjoy great food and the silence of an almost empty nest. Calling to my daughter, Shelby to check the food I reveled in the complete and abundant glory of a day well spent. I'd accomplished nothing and was proud of it.

Nibbling on a cracker, I poured a class of merlot, I sniffed the air and was amused at the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. I’ve never been much of a cook. And I really don’t think cooking was my life’s calling. While I dibble and dabble in cooking, I would much rather leave the cooking to the experts and pick something delicious up from a local restaurant. 

The smell of Shredded BBQ Chicken Nachos, Italian Cheese Hasselback Potatoes, French Fries with Nacho Cheese Sauce, tempted my tummy as I poured a glass of wine and munched on grapes, olives, and pepper jack cheese.  

 

I could not wait to open the cheese. I finally had the opportunity to use my cheese thing a majig you shave the cheese with. Earlier in the evening I’d purchased three blocks of cheese, Vermont White Cheddar Cheese, Aged Wisconsin Cheddar Cheese, Fiesta Pepper Jack Cheese all by Sargento. I'd seen the cheese on a website and I was determined to experience the glee of wine and cheese as I relaxed. So,I indulged my love of cheese and started to eat from each of the cheese blocks.

Turning on the small radio I keep near the patio doors I kicked back and relaxed. At this very second I had all the traps of success and happiness, two kids in college, a little  one that I adored, great food a marvelous bottle of wine and my own great company. Who could ask for anything more!

 

~Abby~

What Inspires Abby

 

Someone ask me the other day “What inspires you”. My simple answer was EVERYTHING.

Inspiration for me comes from both simple and complex things. I love the rain because it reminds me of delicate kisses. The lyrics of my favorite love song because they inspire me and remind me of soft caresses late in the evening. The sunset because I can imagine standing on the balcony of a beautiful villa watching the sunset.

I was born in December and winter  and cold weather inspire me.

The howling of a wolf on a cold winter’s night or a kiss on the back of the neck. A woman in a red coat in the middle of a field of white snow makes me wonder what her story is and why she would choose me to tell it.

Snow reminds me of love on a cold winter’s day when the heat has went out and two lovers must snuggle together for warmth. Inspiration for me is about more than just one thing it is a combination of things that equal a treasure trove of love.

Abby

Abbyville

 

A kiss, a boat and dreams, the things that Abbyville are made of.  

Abby's Breakfast

     As the sun crept up in the sky this morning, I finished off my second pot of hot chocolate and tried my hand at making bruschetta. Not necessary a breakfast food, but since having dinner at the local TGIF’S where I’d overindulged in Endless Garlic & Tomato brochette bites I wanted to make my own.

While I decided that Garlic and Tomato Brochette bites would not due for breakfast, I decided to make follow a simple recipe on Pinterest for cheesy chicken bruschetta along with a bag of Southwestern Eggrolls, chicken eggrolls and roasted potatoes.

     Since it all could be cooked at the same time in the oven I was in cooking paradise. While I’ve never been an official foodie I do enjoy the challenge of eating new and changing foods. Needless to say as I waited on my breakfast to bake I finished off another pot of hot chocolate, while smashing a few of the remaining red potatoes with cheese.

     The sun ascended the sky at its highest point of the morning as I sat down and polished off my breakfast.

Abby

Abby's Candied Applies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve never been a fan of Candy Apples.  But lately, as I’ve began to look towards fall I’ve seen the most creative and colorful Candy Apples ever. Blue, Black, Caramel, Candied. They all have tempted my taste buds and made me want to gorge myself on Candied Apples.

I think I might usher in the fall with a bite of candied apple.

Abby.

At The End of The Day

“At the end of the day”

I’ve heard the expression so often I’ve taken it for granted. I often wonder if people just care how things turn out at the end of the day instead of how the entire day progresses.

“At the end of the day” never captures totality of ones day in its entirety.   “At the end of the day” when I lay my head down on the pillow problems still reign supreme, whatever messes I did not clean-up are still there and “at the end of the day” I am still trying to figure out the entire day.

I don’t know maybe those who value the end of the day are right. All that matters is the end not the beginning or the middle. Sitting at my desk, sitting on a pot of hot chocolate, I don’t see the end of the day as an end measure of how things are going. I see the beginning as a start, the middle as a chance for growth or change and the end as a time of reflection on all that was left unsaid or done.

“At the end of the day” for me there is much that still needs to be done and much reflection that is needed to make the next day better. I am not a philosopher or a theologian so “at the end of the day” I am still stuck at the beginning.

Abby