Holiday Favorites Truth from E.M.

This week’s Truthful Tuesday is about this past holiday season, and it’s a question from PCGuyIV. Welcome back, Frank! I hope you had a great hiatus 🙂

His question for all of us is:

My question to you is, what was your favorite part of this holiday season?

Here is my list of favorites because I cannot pick only one thing:

  • It was my granddaughter’s first real Christmas, as she was barely 10 days old last Christmas.
  • We had some quality family time with great football games. (I am the biggest football junkie in the house, but my sis comes in at second place.)
  • My margaritas that I made were bomb. I made them so perfect this year.
  • I taught my daughter to make my noodles better than I have ever been able to make them.
  • I was without pain and without mental health issues for the first Christmas in a long time.

Humpday Hmphs from E.M.

Today has been one of those days that try out my medicine for me. There are many things going on, and I think that my meds are having to work overtime today.

When my spine doctor upped my Lyrica at night, we forgot to adjust the prescription to make sure I did not run out of meds. Well, guess what? I am feeling all my nerve pain because I have had to space out pills and take less than prescribed amounts to not run out before tomorrow. It’s got me grouchy and frustrated, so my posts will probably reflect this mood. Just typing this is making my shoulder feel like it is on fire *growls*.

Then, Klaus decided to use my pillow for his hiking post when I was grabbing my breakfast, which absolutely infuriated me. My psychiatrist upped my night dosage of the Seroquel to stabilize my mood from the manic episodes because I have been triggered a lot the past two weeks, mostly by the dogs’ bad behaviors. Marcel joined him in behavior this morning taste-testing my pancake while I took a trip to the loo.

Last, but most important, my oldest daughter and her boyfriend have tested positive for Covid after the Christmas festivities. She was symptomatic the very next day. Along with them, her boyfriend’s mom and dad and a few other people got it. Luckily they know the source, and the source self-quarantined as soon as they heard that the family was having symptoms. My daughter and her boyfriend are fully vaccinated (minus the booster because it’s due next month), and his mom is as well. His dad is not vaccinated, so pray for him because he has developed symptoms as well. They are not sure which strain of the virus…as they just said “POSITIVE”, and my daughter says she feels okay. She said it feels like the flu with a head cold. The clinic is treating their symptoms.

There is an important lesson in my daughter’s situation though. Her boyfriend’s mother and someone else, (cannot remember who), did a rapid test the day they developed symptoms. It came back negative and got sent off. The cousin who had the covid in the beginning also had a negative test. So the lesson is to be tested 3-5 days prior to joining a social situation. Rapid tests are rapid, but that does not mean they are accurate. Everyone rushed around and got rapid tests, and it spread covid rapidly *shrugs*

Please stay safe everyone!

xoxo, E.M.

E.M.’s World – December 27,2021

I am always excited on Mondays to get to blogging, even though today I am running way behind. Mondays have several prompts that I love to participate in, and Share Your World from Melanie is one of those awesome prompts.

This week’s SYW is about 2021. Shall we begin my ramble? I think so!

SHARE YOUR WORLD QUESTIONS

At 12 a.m. on December 31st/Jan 1st, what will you be doing? (use your own time zone please)

I am on Pacific Time. At midnight on New Year’s Eve, I will be watching the ball drop on television while sipping on a margarita, spending time with my family, snacking on cheese and crackers, and wishing I had the man I wanted in front of me to kiss me into the new year.

Is there a tradition you have for New Year’s Eve?

Margaritas, food, and the ball drop. My sister doesn’t really drink, but she joins me in celebration. The biggest tradition we have is that we do not go out after dark on NYE. There are too many crazies out, and we wish to live lol.

Do you have any hope or reason you find that next year will be better?

It has got to be better. This year and last were terrible for me. I hope that I can find employment after we figure out how to handle my shoulder and neck, and I think that Covid will finally die down a little bit. I hope so anyway because I hate being scared to leave my house.

What’s the biggest personal lesson you learned during 2021?

I learned that my brain is an organ too, and that organ can malfunction just like your heart can. I always saw mental illness for me as a weakness, and I would say that I did not want to take a pill to be normal. Sometimes you have to take a pill to feel like a human. Never neglect your mental health, and reach out for help to professionals when you need to and before it’s too late.

GRATITUDE SECTION

Describe in 1-3 words how you feel going into 2022.

Hopeful

Alone

Worried

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Photo Courtesy of Me.Me.

Late Post – Merry Christmas!

It just turned Christmas Day where I live (California), and I am absolutely exhausted. For those who celebrate it, Merry Christmas! I wish I was better versed at who celebrates what and when at this time of year, so to all of my followers, Happy Holidays to all of you!

I made homemade fudge and homemade chocolate cheesecake on Thursday evening, and I made my own cherry glaze to go with the cheesecake. I pitted all the cherries (2 full bags), cooked them down and simmered them in some Cointreau. The sweet to bitter ratio was perfect and offset the richness of the chocolate perfectly.

I will post some pictures of our spread tomorrow. I have to get pics of the served cheesecake from my sis, and I have to take a picture of the Jell-O cake she made, as well as a pic of the fudge.

To sum it all up, I am in pain from the cooking and baking, but it all was worth it. I loved making those things for my family. The cheesecake and fudge were presents from me to them since I could not afford much this year. I will take all the pain in the world to see their smiles as they enjoy the things I made for them. Sometimes it’s the heart you put into things that are the best things, and I could taste my love in the goodies I made for them. I can only hope they taste that love too. It was a great couple of days!

Fibbing Friday, Flashback Friday, and my word challenges I enjoy will have to be posted tomorrow. I’m beat and can barely keep my eyes open writing this post *smiles*.

xoxo, E.M.

P.S. I owe you guys a bunch of pics that I keep promising lol

Downtown Christmas – #MLMM Photo Challenge

Photo credit: Frank Rumpenhorst

Streets packed with romance and friendship…

The unction of Christmas sung into all their souls…

Necks are wrapped tightly with scarfs in the winter breeze.

As the festive stars and lights illuminate the downtown

In a gathering of the ages and a sign of that time

A young man blessing his date with a flower.

A lonely lady sipping on her water.

A couple holding each other’s expensive surprises.

The children’s laughter exudes from the bright carousel.

Illicit affairs surround the area without anyone knowing.

The siblings argue over who gets to be first in line to Santa.

Babies rattle their toys as mommies babble to them.

The beer tent has everyone standing in a row.

Life stood still this day in celebration.

“Merry Christmas to all!”, the announcer would say;

To the collection of people bringing the joy this holiday night.

© E.M. Kingston 2021 – All Rights Reserved.


Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #395 using various word prompts

Christmas Spending – #FPQ 149

This week, Fandango’s Provocative Question asks us:

For this year, do you think you will end up spending more or less than the average amount of $1,004 on holiday gifts?


My answer this week is simple. I definitely spent less than the average amount this year. Disability has been trying to railroad me for the past year and a half. I was able to put one present under the tree for everyone in the house, so that made me happy. Last year, however, was definitely a different story, and I definitely spent that and a little bit more.

Life as Love – #WDYS 113

Image Credit: Jonathan Borba @ Pixels

She placed his gift softly under the tree.

Placing the gift as if to decorate the tree with it…

No hindrance to the sparkling lights

It’s placement a presentation of love

Will he notice that it’s special?

Will he see that she picked the box for him?

Will he observe the decorations around making it look special?

The sounds of caroling behind the frosted window glass

Set the mood as he walked in the door

He became breathless at the stunning display

As his eyes met the vivid depiction of her heart

He saw the package presented as her heart’s pedestal

Except only he could see and hold the key

As it was the product of her feelings

It was the offering of her life as his and vice versa

He did notice.

He did see.

He did observe.

She presented an ultrasound.

He presented a ring.

© E.M. Kingston 2021 – All Rights Reserved.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See?

Sebastian’s Story – Part 25 – The Hunt

The winter snow had come in full force this season, and Indiana was gaining much more snowfall than usual. The collection of snow and ice from the storms made it hard to journey on the highways, but thankfully Lucas had gotten them safe before the roads had gotten too bad. Fiona sat in her room and could not help but worry about Sharon, since she assumed he had been tracking them for a while. It was nearly seven o’clock, and she was beginning to smell the aroma of food seeping through the crack in the bottom of her door. The savory smells made her tummy growl out into the big room. She had showered and then dressed in clothes that she imagined Davina had chosen for her before her departure. They were trendy but comfortable. Davina knew her mother hated being uncomfortable when it came to fashion. Fiona was laid back and never flashy. It was part of the reason she could hardly stand Megan’s wardrobe and the personality that went with the threads. She shook off the thought of Megan as she heard a tapping at the sturdy door of her room.

“Yes, who is it?” Fiona asked.

“It’s Finn. Can I come in?” He spoke quietly.

“Of course! Come in, Finn.” She opened the door and waved him in past the entryway. “What’s up? You okay?”

“Oh…yeah. I’m good. I just wanted to see if you wanted me to escort you down to dinner. This is a big house.” Finn fumbled with the collar on his shirt. “I have no idea how they knew my size, but I have a whole closet full of clothes.”

“Same here. I think Davina set this all up.” She walked over and opened her wardrobe of hand-picked clothes. “See?”

“It’s insane. How in the world did she know I would be here too? Sebastian’s room is amazing. Do you want to go check it out?” Finn had that wholesome smile on his face that he wore on his face when he was not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had no idea of the paradox that was unfolding around the friendly waitress and babysitter known as Sharon an hour away from their paradise. It wasn’t an island wonderland, but the house was its own mini-vacation compared to where they had been staying in the country.

“Sure. Lead the way. I am right behind you.” She felt hopeful for the first time in a while.

Finn escorted her to Sebastian’s room, and he knocked out of courtesy like he did at Fiona’s door.

“Hey kiddo! Are you ready for some chow?” Finn talked into the big, heavy door.

Sebastian came running to the door. They could hear his little feet pitter-patter as he ran towards it. “Mr. Finn! Is that you?”

“It’s me! Can I come in? I have a surprise out here for you.” Finn looked back at Fiona smiling with delight.

“I need help with the door. It’s too heavy.” Sebastian was grunting trying to pull the door open. The struggle could be heard in his voice.

“I got you, little man!” Finn turned the knob and pushed carefully on the door. He had to make sure not to knock the kid out with the heavy piece of wood with brass handles.

“GAMMY! Come see my room! Momma made it special for me! Are you my surprise?” Sebastian tackled Fiona’s leg with so much enthusiasm that he nearly knocked her over.

Finn laughed with them and exited the room to allow Fiona to explore the room with her grandson.

Sebastian led her over to his bookcase. Davina had stocked it with his favorite fables and stories that they would always read together. She put a great deal of thought into the layout of his room. It looked like the little nook that the two of them occupied on Davina’s days off. Fiona felt tears well up in her eyes. Sebastian noticed.

“Gammy, don’t cry. Mommy is all around me and you. She’s an angel.” He walked over and hugged her leg tightly, which made her eyes really begin to streak her cheeks with salty wetness.

Finn knocked on the door again, and the embrace Sebastian had on Gammy’s leg was broken. The knock was urgent.

“Finn, come in!” Sebastian belted out loudly to him.

“I have to go. Jericho was just spotted downtown in front of Boo’s. My source told me that Sharon came in for an unscheduled shift due to someone calling in. The Marshalls are going to meet me there. Save me some dinner?” Finn was disconcerted.

Sebastian nodded his head and said, “I got you, Mr. Finn. Go save Ms. Sharon, please!” He was a bit frantic in his own way.

Fiona followed Finn out into the hallway in front of Sebastian’s room. “Do you think he will hurt her?”

Finn put his head down, “My informant said that Flannery has been watching the café since we pulled away. He was right behind us. We barely got away from him.”

The Devilles used Jericho Flannery like a tracking dog, and Fiona’s concern for Sharon was not far off. He almost had to know about Sharon because he knew about the safety deposit box key and the other various aspects of Davina’s life. He was decisive and precise when he executed his contracts. No one could claim he was not good at his job. This man was trained to hunt, and the horns of the hunt echoed across the snow this night. His instruction in the armed forces was quite extensive. He was formulated for the front lines in the Marines. It was the only thing he was good at after graduating with low grades after high school. The military gave him a purpose. He loved to kill. He loved the chase. He loved the challenge of acquiring his targets. This life of crime was perfect for who he believed he was always destined to be…a psychopath. He was your worst nightmare if he was tracking you because Jericho was not leaving any stone unturned when looking for he meant to acquire you. He did not give up, and he always got his mark.
He sat outside across the street from the café when it was about time for Sharon’s shift at Boo’s. There was a jolly Santa that had his collection bell ringing as he paced the city street in front of Verve and Boo’s. Jericho hated Christmas. It reminded him of the past and a family that never wanted him. It made him think about how the best present he had received on Christmas was a pack of condoms from “Dear Ole Dad” …that’s what the card said inside the box. Other Christmas rituals in his dysfunctional family included getting knocked in the head by his mother for taking a cookie from the counter that she had just made, and cigarette burns from his pops as punishment for that same act. He had a harsh upbringing, and it showed daily in every move he made. He was truly a miserable human being, and he didn’t care to be considered so or to be seen as the murderer and criminal that he was. His truth was that he care less if he woke up the next day, let alone deal with Christmas and happy times with a family that never mattered to him.

He tossed a cigarette out of the window at the end of his reminiscing. He shook his head and snickered under his breath.

He repeated the card’s text under his breath in a sarcastic tone, “Dear Ole Dad…”

His eyes rolled and then came alert as he saw Davina’s friend pulling in the alley to park in the back of the restaurant. He thought to himself that the street was too busy to take a shot from his pistol that was hiding in his dash. He supposed he did not aim to kill her yet anyway. He needed information. He needed to know where his prey went. He wanted to collect his prize from his contract. He had a long time to wait before her shift was over, but he didn’t mind making her skin crawl while he stared her down inside while shoving food in his mouth. I could eat something, he deliberated. He couldn’t remember when he ate last.

He shut off the ignition of his van, and he gathered his weapon from the glove box. His trench coat had a special pocket for his weapon on the inside…custom made, and he placed it there before stepping out into the street.

The wind was gusty and smacked him in the face a few times before he got across the street to the door of the café. As he opened it, the bell chimed to let the staff know someone entered. Sharon was just coming onto the floor, and she greeted him with her usual, friendly smile.


For my new readers, this is an ongoing story. Here are the previous posts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Thank you to my fellow bloggers for inspiring this novel! This started from Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge (#FFFC)

xoxo, E.M.