Monday, August 31, 2015

Abigail's Good-Bye To August

Good-bye scorching heat

Good-bye blazing rays of sunshine beating down on my soul

Good-bye sun-kissed muggy morning breeze

Good-bye sun-kissed sidewalk sweltering on my sweaty feet

Good-bye blistering sunbaked car seats

Good-bye summer days baking in the sun

Good-bye grilling

Good-bye mowing the grass

Good-bye eating an ice cream cone in the sun

Good-bye summertime

Good-bye August


Sunday, August 30, 2015

Abigail's Kitchen

I awake early in the morning, long before my daughters’ feet hit the floor signaling the instinctive awaking of life in the Chase Household. Long before night ends, a new day begins as love blossoms in the dead of night.  If I listen closely  I can hear the quiet whispers of love as it comes alive as I drift off to sleep. 

The kitchen quietly rumblings as it rises from its daily slumber with the soft grumbling of the refrigerator, as it sings a love song barley heard as the dishwasher smiles and dances.  The broom and mop hang together, the washer and dryer are a perfect match as they sit together in harmony.  The pots and lids kiss as they do a tango.  All are together and in love. 

Love blossoms in the middle of the night long before my daughters’ feet hit floor awaking the Chase Household.


Saturday, August 29, 2015

Abigail's Rain Dance

Dance in the Rain?

It’s not so insane

Help me wash away the pain

Soothe my love sick soul

Comfort me, fall in love with me,

Dance with me,

Twirl me, help me dance through the pain

Love sick, broken hearted

Dance with me in the pouring rain

Friday, August 28, 2015

Abigail's Red Coat

Red is the color of the coat I wear

Sprinkled by showers

Surrounded by cold

Hug me, squeeze me until you grow old

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Abigail's Cute As A Button

There are days that I feel as cute as a pouty button.  I like to toss my hair in ponytail and put on my poutiest smile as I lull the day away with my cute pout. 

One could say it’s a girl thing or even just an Abby thing.


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Abigail's Sloppy Joe Fix

I am girl who lives and dies for her Sloppy Joe fix. Nothing says love like a hearty Sloppy Joes served with fries and a pickle.  As a kid Sloppy Joe Fridays were my favorite? Ground Round cooked to perfection covered in a delicious red sauce with onions, ketchup and green peppers.

The delight of a Sloppy Joe is all the sauce the slides down your hand as you eat one.


1 lb ground beef
1/4 cup diced onion
4 oz tomato sauce
2 oz tomato paste
1cup Ketchup
salt and pepper, to taste
Brown the ground beef with the onions. Drain the beef then add the rest of the ingredients, mixing well. Simmer for 10-15 minutes until thickened.Cooks Note: Serve on butter toasted buns. Any leftover may be served next day with elbow macaroni.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Abigail's Teapot & Tea Kettle

I want a teapot or is it tea kettle. Whatever it is I am on the hunt for it.

The intricate world of fanciful and whimsical teapots and tea kettles is a delight to navigate.  There are so many beautiful teapots and kettles to choose from I can hardly chose on.
So I’ve decided I need two. One will be for Monday – Friday and the other will be for weekends. One house divided by a kettle and a teapot. Now if only I could narrow down the selection to two.


Monday, August 24, 2015

Abigail Superhero? Maybe,

In a world of multitasking, one learns to be a superhero. Unlike Superman you can’t hide behind a secret identity to save your own tiny world. The splashy world of being mom, blogger, writer and totally awesome cute wife often merge and demand the skills of a superheroine. 

Cooking, cleaning, and carpooling without spilling coffee or backing into the garage is every superheroine’s destiny. Sitting down to write a blog while doing laundry and putting dinner on takes a great amount of skill. Am I a superhero? Yep! If only in my own tiny world.


Sunday, August 23, 2015

Abigail's Forty-Somthing

Thirty is the new twenty?

As the year’s rolls by makeup has become an essential part of my morning routine. While black might not crack, 40 ain’t twenty so I must dust a little powder on. Stella lost her groove, I never lost my mine, and I just need to shake my groove back. On these days I turn on Jay Z and try and remind myself 30 is the new 20 as I dance my way 40.


Thursday, August 20, 2015

Abigail's Breakfast

Breakfast is my most important meal of the day.  One of my favorite foods at breakfast is toast. I love toast slathered with jam and butter.

There is, in my opinion, nothing better than delicious piece of toast with butter and jam or cream cheese and fruit while you read the newspaper or surf the internet in the quite morning; while the dew is still on the grass and the sun is making its first morning wink.

Mornings and breakfast are like crackers and orange juice; they just go together.


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Smiling Abigail

Sometimes I smile

Sometimes I grin

Sometimes I dance

It all depends on my soul

Bubbles of laughter descend from within


Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Power Within Abigail

Glenda the Good Witch tells Dorothy she had the power within her all along. As I sit and reflect this Sunday morning, I am reminded that often we have the power within us all along.

There is no greater way to find out the power you have, then to be set adrift, no anchor, very little food and water in a dingy in the ocean.  One learns very quickly to send up homemade flares, preserve what little food and water you have until you reach the shore.

Watching the sun come up, I realize the over the course of the last couple of years I have used the power within to survive alone adrift in life with very little. I am grateful that my homemade flares worked, I had enough food and water and I was anchored to people who were my anchor.

Glenda the Good Witch was right we have the power within us.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

Abigail Love Music, Corndogs and Jumping in the Bed.

Saturday mornings I like to get up around 4am and  jump in my bed, eat corndogs, listening to Motown and dance.

I am the worse dancer in the world but at 4am no one seems to care. The Temptations and I strut our stuff across my bedroom floor as I  laugh and giggle to the smooth sounds of Earth Wind & Fire and the Four Tops.  then around 10:am it's to time for the blues. Johnnie Taylor and I spend a gew minutes reflecting on last love.

If you looking me on Saturdays about half past round bout 4am you can find me jumping in my bed dancing and eating corndogs…


Friday, August 14, 2015

Orange is Abigail's Flavor


I have fallen in head over heels in love with the color orange. I have written of this new found love before, yet, it does not seem to be slowing down. I love orange and this winter .

Abby Orange Obsessed

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Abigail’s Stand

I want to stand long, tall and mean

I want to stand in a way that makes all the men say “hey”

I want to stand in high heels one leg bent in a crook, a real cute look

I want my stand to be grand

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Abigail and Ice cream A Partnership

Abigail and ice cream have formed a partnership.
I love ice cream, ice cream loves me. Ice cream is my personal kryptonite. Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall, I’ll devour ice cream at a moments notice.
 Lately I’ve began to make ice cream sandwiches it’s been nothing short of heaven.


Sunday, August 9, 2015

Sunday Morning with Abigail

I love Sunday mornings.

Sunday mornings are a peaceful homage to the sanctity and beauty of living an authentic life.  I am an early riser on Sunday mornings. I love to languish in bed and let the beauty of the morning engulf me.

 In the winter I open my French doors and embrace the cold that chills my bones and edifies my soul. In the summer I look out my French doors as the world comes alive at five thirty.

Sundays are like manna to starved soul.



Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Harley Quinn & Mistah J Loves Eternal Bonds

There are days when being a woman in love feels like Harley Quinn and her unrequited love for the Joker. Yeppers, Harley is nuts about the Joker and he could care less.

I often wonder if the problem is the Joker just can’t accept that someone would love him. I mean he is an obsessed homicidal manic with an odd smile and ugly clothes.

Harley Quinn is beautiful lunatic who was once a successful doctor. She's obsessive with her love for the Joker but she cute and has a great sense of humor. She can definitely do better in the crazy villainous lunatic boyfriend department.

I am sure the Joker looks at her and wonder why? Why would this beautiful lunatic who calls me Mistah J actually want me?

The Jokers insecurities in my opinion are what are keeping him and Harley apart. Somewhere is my and Harley’s hearts we know the Joker loves her, he just can’t believe she loves him.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Halloween 2015

Halloween 2015

Halloween is around the corner and I’ve already picked out costumes for Toddler Chase and myself.  Toddler Chase is going to be the Scarecrow and I am going to be Dorothy.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Five Things With Abigail Madison Chase

Five Things

1.      Cupcakes can solve a problem even if it’s just rumble of hunger

2.      Coffee solves lots problems like lack of sleep

3.      Candy Canes from Santa yummy

4.      Chicken Pot Pie from KFC is yummy

5.      Can’t lose listening to Ella Fitzgerald

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Fairytales and Love

My mother use to read fairytales to me and my sisters at bedtime. I guess this was the beginning of my need for Happily Ever After. I love Happily Ever After. I always want the princess to win her man and the two run off and live in the castle happily forever.

The first time I read a romance book that ended without the heroine and her running off to live Happily Ever After I loved. The tortured hero and the foreboding heroine agree to be more than friends but less than Happily Ever After. Somewhere deep down my soul rejoiced and I learned something.

While Happily Ever After can happy most often it doesn’t. The princess may get her man but it might not be the Happily Ever After she imagined. I don’t think I’ll ever lose faith in Happily Ever After but I do have mad respect for those whose ending is not assured.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

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