Wiped beyond belief

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exhaustion, family visits, postaday2013, writing

I am so wiped from this weekend, I feel as if I ran a marathon; in between walking Jack a mile six times a day, helping my mother and my sister with the Mother’s Day celebration. My mother and I made two quiches both with caramelized onions and leeks and prosciutto de parma and when we got to my sister’s, we helped her with chopping and mincing the herbs and vegetables for the frittata, and setting the table. We even shared my Mother’s Day gift of cheesecake with my sister and her family. The two and a half days of making sure that Jack didn’t have any accidents and the walking plus with the helping, makes me one exhausted lady today.

As for my gifts, my hubby indulged me on my love affair with handbags with my newest acquisition that he picked out himself. He picked a beautiful and interesting handbag, I love it. My babies for the first time went to the mall and picked out my presents, just the two of them, and bought them without being reminded by their father. They were so happy and proud of themselves, they touched my heart, my babies did with their thoughtfulness. Being a mother is the greatest challenge that gives the greatest rewards, everlasting unconditional love.

Daily prompt: Fill in the blank

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blogging, daily prompts, fill in the blank, imagination, postaday2013, writing

Three people walk into a bar, they stand closely together at the head of the steps looking left and right, obviously not sure which way to go. The bar that they chose to enter is the Horseshoe Bar in the Alphabet City, N.Y, calling it unique is an understatement to say the least. The Horseshoe Bar is famous in the neighborhood for being fiercely protective of its decidedly local flavor, bohemian feel and low key atmosphere. The patrons aren’t looking for flash, pizazz or celebrity, they have their home away from home and that is how they want to keep it.

These three individuals are obviously put off by the layout of the joint; a large horseshoe of a bar with beautiful wood varnished by years of hand rubbing, the oils from the multitude of hands producing a rich mellow hue on the bar’s surface. It was obvious to the usual patrons that these three were like fish out of water, definitely not in their normal environment. They were stuck in space, unsure which side to choose. No one was sure why they chose their neighborhood bar to enter, it didn’t have a fancy sign on the outside, it wasn’t known outside of Alphabet City and if you walked past it quickly, you wouldn’t even know it.

The three meekly descended the steps and made their way to the middle of the horseshoe and tried to get the barman’s attention. The barman, probably sensing their discomfort, quickly got to them, looked at the tall one n the eye and asked “what can I get you folks?” the tall one said “3 beers, please”.

The tale has started and who knows where it will lead.