Abigail-Madison Chase's Blog: Chasing Abigail , page 47

What Dreams May Come

A new day dawns with a burst of anticipation and excitement. The bird are singing, crickets give birth to one last chirp.  I awake with a smile. Stuck in a sentimental moment, I wallow. Neither looking to leave nor share the moment. This is my moment. I am the center of attention. This is my home. Strong is the foundation it is built upon.
It appears, I am dreaming. Pretending to go along with the charade, I stand and deliver a soliloquy. I climb the stairs and turn. I watch as I star in my own life. There is no order here. Life happens with a swift certainty. Abigail, Abigail, my voice on the wind is a whisper of things to come.  This is your life, Abigail.
Amazement, trepidation and the stink of happiness permeate the complexity of unspoken questions and answers. How this life thrills me, mellow tones of love relax me. So amazing, a life well lived; I could stay forever. All the windows in my glass house shuttered, broken, there is nothing sweeter. The clouds move with the shade thrown my way.
I can dance. My rhythm is smooth. I don’t want to leave this dream. Just one more hour of sleep? In the world I conquered; love is an unbroken chain, a melody. I want to stay. Come away with me. A discombobulated, mirage of facts and feelings confront me. Nothing makes sense. Nothing matters.
Putting the whispers out of my head, I dance. I am selfish as I dance. I‘d be a fool to stop. I dance like the witch in the original fairy tale. My red shoes are on fire. I am smoking hot. Charleston, Cupid Shuffle,Two-Step, I, I, dance. The crowd cheers. No one gets me like this crowd. I am a phoenix rising.
I awake to a soft rain as it pelts my window, thunder claps in the distance. I get it, destiny is on the horizon.
~Abby~

Abby's View From The Porch

  Sitting on the front porch has always intrigued and entrenched me in thought. Closing my eyes I can feel so many things on the front porch. The front porch always shifts me through time and memories.  The sweet drifting melody of Me and Mrs. Jones, as I sit, slowly rocking back and forth with no purpose. The enjoyment of a cool breeze as it tossing my tresses. There is something about sitting on the porch no matter the time of day that makes life happier. A little music wafting through the air, a nice cup of coffee, tea or a pitcher of peach ice tea, and the most elegant of sandwiches and dessert to fest upon.
Nothing can replace the honesty of moments like this. There is no pretense, no ambiguity; it is what it is. Nothing short of paradise can replace this type of happiness. There is just something so intriguing about spending time alone and on the front porch. Words can’t adequately express the feelings that come upon one as she sits and contemplates the words “know thine  own self”. 
This is real happiness. It’s based upon nothing more than being on a  front porch rocking back and forth. The world outside of the porch cease to exist. The front porch is a beautiful rhyme, a smile because you can,  you dance because you can’t, this is the sweetest love. Every moment is written for you. The front porch is yours to command.  Nothing could be sweeter than spending time on the porch.  

Abigail Loves Rain

I awoke this morning to rain against my window. I love the sound of rain, early in the morning, before the house awakes, the rain sings a sweet lullaby. Closing my eyes, I pulled my comforter closer and let the silence of the house and the pitter patter of the rain engulf me. At moments like this, there is something poetic about listening to the rain fall.
Finally getting out of bed, I get dressed with anticipation of my morning walk. Turing on my favorite rainy day song Charlie Rich’s, “Behind Closed Doors”, I know it’s going to be a lovely day.
Putting on my raincoat, rain boots and twirling my umbrella I looked forward with anticipation to going out in the morning rain. Opening the front door, with a giant smile, I watched as the rain fell. Humming “Singing in the Rain”,  I made a big splash as I began to dance in the rain.   

There is a certainty in the power of Happy!

1. There is a certainty in a powerful laugh. 2. There is certainty in the power of a smile.3. There is certainty in the power of Happy.
I was meandering around this morning and a friend took a couple of pictures of me. I like these pictures. They capture the essence that is Abby!
I don’t have a bra on. Since the reduction I find life myself so much happier. I have movement in my body I never had. I was working out at Hip-Hop Aerobic the other day, when I realized, I was really getting into it. I could move without being hit in the face with a whole lot of chest. There is power in movement.
There truly are no complaints over here. I am so happy!
 I looked down at my workout clothes and could not help but smile. I have on my dream work-out clothes. How awesome it is not to complain of not finding clothes that fit.
This girl is on fire. She looks awesome. Wow what a difference a little off the top makes.

What does Abby need after her workout? SNACKS!

Please send SNACKS~

"Just the facts, mam.",Corn,You looking good these day? What’s Up!

 
"Just the facts, mam." Sometimes the facts are all that it takes. I thought, somebody told me and you would think, are all words and phrase that proceed sublimation of “Just the Facts Ma’am. If would rather know what I am speaking on then speak on something without knowing what it is I am speaking on.

Corn
I love corn. It’s my kryptonite of the vegetable variety. Straight out the can with just a little butter, salt and pepper to taste. Now dems good eats. I also love hot mouthwatering black skilled fried corn bread. If you had any doubts why I am in a hip-hop aerobics class three times a week wonder no more. I was fortunate the other day to partake in a spectacular merging of corn and corn bread. Cheesy Corn Casserole, corn bread served with hot fried chicken and a side order of mac and cheese and the best darn yams this side of west hell. Yes, the food makeover was to be dammed and I got with it. I don’t think my spoon rested until my plate had been piled high twice, cleaned, liked and put to bed. Its days like this that make me wish for and overabundance of good food.

You looking good these day? What’s Up!  
I am on it! That is what looking good means these day.  Learning what works for you is an awesome experience. There are BILLIONS of TV Shows, books, websites, magazine articles and combined, read by flesh and blood people, each day trying to answer this very questions. “What looks good on you”.  The notion that people automatically know what works for them is negated by the fact that high-end store have personal shoppers.  These women and men assist you in putting together clothing in the store. They tell you what looks good on you and what looks terrible. O’ but for the sake of reality we all had a personal shopper willing to tell the truth and not sugar coat our clothing failures. What would Neiman Marcus be if not for their personal shoppers? What of stylist if they were not there to guide you in the right direct. I think I have hit my stride and I am on it!

A Piece of Apple Pie, A Cup of Tea

 Pie
I really love Apple Pie. I am not sure if it’s the crust over the pie or the one at the bottom. Pie is my food kryptonite. It’s the one thing I buy and NEVER feel guilty. It’s just a pleasure to eat Apple Pie.
Chicken Pot Pie I love Chicken Pot Pie. It has all the things I love to eat in one bowl. Carrots, peas, potatoes and a nice broth. It always make me smile. If the world ends I hope there is still someone around to make delicious Chicken Pot Pies around.

A Cup of Tea There is always time for a calming cup of tea . I love to sit by the window with my feet on the hasset as I read and sip a nice cup of tea. Nothing heals a broken heart or a bad day like tea and book.

Family Portrait, Umbrellas

Family Portrait
I want a family portrait. I want to set a picture of my family on my desk. I want things to go smooth. Things aren’t going smooth. My daughter hates the dresses I have chosen. It’s hard to schedule a time when we are all available. I want a family portrait! Maybe if I keep saying it will make it happen.
Umbrellas
Raindrops keep falling on my head….I love that old Butch and the Sundance Kid song. I also love, love umbrellas. I loved mine so much I actually paid 20bucks for it on Amazon.  ~Abby~ 

Running shoes, Afternoon Tea, Wine & Cheese and Ladies Who Lunch

 
              Running Shoes
There are few things that can motivate me to exercise. But, for someone reason I have surrounded myself with people who know how to motivate me. I know what you are thinking, “How could that be?”  I am not sure of the how or the when, but it has happened. One would think at this point, I would utter the phrase “and I am all the better for it” but given it’s me…. I will whine and complain about it.  What has all this to do with running shoes? Nothing. I just want a cool pair of running shoes, which makes me think I am in too deep, and it’s the fault of those I have surrounded myself with. (Nice run on sentence)Yep, something’s never change.  
Afternoon Tea
The delicate china tea set I received when I was five, was the most glorious Christmas gift I ever received as a child. It was made of real china and had my first initial on the plates and the teapot. Slowly but surely as the years went by the pieces went missing and some even got broken. Over the years I have thought of that tea set and the fun I had playing with it. As life has moved forward my doll named Allison has become my daughter named Allison. When I was writing my book Running Out Of Lies my tea set became a part of the book. One of my male characters loves to cook and he loves Afternoon Tea.  Funny that old tea set is still bringing me great joy o’ so many years after its demise.
Wine, Cheese & Fruit
I have always imagined myself a lady. That is a lady of a certain era where ladies "do lunch" and serve others and themselves Wine, Cheese and Fruit. I am not much of a wine drinker, but, I do ever so love cheese along with a little fruit. I like it served on a cutting board like the elite along with delicate buttery crackers as my imagination leaps to the conclusion that I am a lady of leisure and this is what we do.
Ladies Who Lunch
I want to be a lunch lady. Let me correct that. I want to be amongst the “Ladies Who Lunch”. I am not sure who they are, but, they have a line of nice clothes. I see them everywhere.  I also want to live on Mars, drive a flying car and read all day. Dreams, the stuff Ladies Who Lunch dream of.

Abigail-Madison Chase

It ain’t easy being Abby.