I finally got the finale to load so I could see it. OMG!!! Like so many other accounts/reviews I’ve read I laughed, I cried, sitting on the edge of my seat for what would happen next the entire time.
Bree’s (and Roger’s) baby is beautiful. I ken Roger does not yet know for sure if it’s his, but he loves Bree enough to raise the child as his own. Even knowing about Bonnet, Roger is the better man and will defiantly be the boys father. Bree, from her own experience be able to comfort him on that point. While I wish they had time to show the father, daughter reunion and forgiveness, with everything else going on in this episode I understand not everything could be shown. I think they have forgiven each other. Even with the scene and dialog not shown, I think they convey it when they look at each other. I also bet Jamie got some one on one private time with the baby just like he did with in season 2 with Jenny ‘ s.
Ian’s choice was not an easy one for anyone. I know Jamie and Claire are quite upset by it. Yet you can see both their reluctance and acceptance in thier expressions. This is some really fine acting. Truly you can practically read their thoughts. If anyone holds any doubt about Ian’s choice all one has to do is look back to his fascination with the Indians. It runs so deep he has learned thier language enough to not only understand it but to interpret it as well. If there is any doubt left just look at his face after the gauntlet. Though parting is hard he has become a real man and his worth like Jamie’s is evident in his ability to give his word and mean it.
Roger I’m glad to say by his reunion scene is no longer tetering on the edge of a breakdown. I’m so glad he and Jamie cleared the air. Roger needed to know the whole story, and even though they were trying to protect Bree, Jamie had it coming. He knew it. Men have thier own code and manner of dealing with such emotionally charged issues. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “It’s a guy thing.” Some are very critical of him not being there when the Fraser’s reunite, but honestly with everything that’s happened I truly can’t blame him for wanting a moment without basic survival hanging like a noose over his head to sort it out. Between his physical trama,and the emotional upheavals he’s had in the space of a few weeks and hours the guy needs to catch his breath so to speak. Can you imagine the self castigation, coupled with anger if you had a fight that ended in angry words, then learned after you both storm off in different directions that your partner was attacked, raped, and due to circumstance now blames themselves for the angry words you exchanged in the heat if an arguement? Protecting those we love is an ingrained human response. To learn what happened when they were left alone, for even a short period of time has to weigh heavily on them. Roger is no different than Jenny, Jamie, Claire, or a parent anywhere in the world.
The scenes in the future are both intriguing and satisfying. As I connected it later it bodes well for Ian’s future. Murtagh and Jocasta was also a pleasant suprise. The building tensions and banter between them has hinted that they both have enough fire and spirit see this next twist into the future. The letter will also provide a good dose of fancy footwork in the future. Season 5 cannot get here soon enough and from the questions left and the march of time it’s going to be a wild ride.
I wonder at what point Bree and Roger return to the future? How much more of Otter tooth will we see and learn? Ooh and is Otter tooth related to them? Maybe a decendent in Ians line? With Ian’s acceptance does that make Otter Tooth, part of the Fraser clan many decades later? Is this how he learns of the ability to time travel? It is hinted that the opal stone that causes such strife in the Indian village has some interesting powers.
I’m filling my Droughtlander time with the books and probably an entire re-watch of the show to make it through. Now I just have to convince myself to start at the beginning of the books instead of jumping straight into The Firey Cross. How will you spend yours? Leave a comment below if you are liking these posts and any suggestions or ideas on how to cope until season 5.
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Outlander Season 4
Don’t forget Diana ‘ s blog.Don’t forget Diana ‘ s blog.
Last weeks post was so popular I thought maybe some more information on it would be well received. As most of you know, or now know Outlander TV Series is not only a great show but, incredibly popular as well. Season 4 is coming to a close on Starz this Sunday. After which many will be experiencing a phenomena we have dubbed ‘Droughtlander’. Basically it describes the loss felt in the off season of the TV show. Which begs the question after this finale (extended by only 5 minutes), how do you plan to deal with the loss of our favorite Sunday evening show.
Cliff hangers in speculation. What happens during Ian’s time with the Mohawk? Does Bree reunite with Roger? When will Bree have the baby? Will Claire and Jamie be there when she gives birth?
Will Murtagh capture Bonnet again? Does Bonnet get the consequences he so richly deserves? Will we see Jocasta and Murtagh find a happy ending? Don’t forget Furgus and Marseli. How much fun will both Claire and Jamie have with the new children on Frasiers Ridge? I’m open to any and all theories, from the books to just speculation. Share it in the comments below.
If you have read all the books you have at least some idea of what is to come in that version of the storyline. How much the shows writers follow that is as yet undetermined. Myself, I’m planning to try and get the reading of the books done before Diana Galabadon release the new one (book 9). Lots of fans are going to re-read the books and either binge watch season 4 for the first time or the entire series again. What about the Lord John Grey books? Several longtime fans have recommended them. So maybe I’ll read those too. So in my quest to both read and acquire the books I’ve come across some info that might be helpful to new readers like myself. If you like this article please like and share on as many social sites as you like.
Lets start with the reading order. Diana Galbadon has published many books so finding where they all fit is important for the timeline of the story. The full listing of proper reading order is on her website, http://www.DianaGabaldon.com or the direct link http://www.dianagabaldon.com/books/chronology-of-the-outlander-series/. I have included both the links to her site as seen above and the links to the books themselves on amazon below. Simply click on the picture of the book and it will take you right to it. There are several formats available on Amazon so you can chose which will satisfy your needs best. All captions and book photos belong to Amazon.com.
Diana keeps a blog as well you can find it here. There are countless fans around the world of both the books and the show. Everything from discussions and reviews of the latest episode, to fan art and licensed merchandise here. In addition to all this if you’re still looking for something to do there are a couple of Authors who write about both historical romance and time travel. Each of these is a novel I have both read and enjoyed. Some may already be in your to be read pile. You can find them here, with links to Amazon, for easy shopping.
While Diana Galbadon can never be replaced, its fun to have other options to read until her next book comes out. I personally keep a list of favorite authors that I check on frequently for new releases. I re-read a lot of my favorites. While I enjoy this, I find myself not sticking with it if I can quote it verbatim. I need a few weeks and couple other storylines in between. So here’s to enjoying both Season 4 Finale this Sunday night, and all the re-reads and new discoveries as we anxiously await the next book and season 5 of the show. Find great reads here.
The Outlander blog gives great insight to the characters. Worth the read while we wait. Is it time yet? Please post the minute we have dates for either the book or next seasons show. Anxiously waiting with you.
PS. – If for some odd reason anyone feels compelled to get rid of thier books, there have been quite a few hurricane victims in several states that have lost thiers in the water and mold that invades in the wake of a hurricane. I was born and raised in Panama city, Florida where hurricane Michael was so devastating. Even though they are no longer making the big headlines please don’t forget them. While there have been many inspirational efforts there they are still very not okay. You can read about it here. There are several links to reliable people on the ground there that are still trying to help those affected. This year the freezing temperatures not typical of Florida are causing real problems with the temporary shelters for those awaiting relocation, rebuilding or possibly FEMA trailers.
Thank you for everything. I have a little problem that we dealt with this year and I’m asking your advice e on how to avoid this next year. I moved home after a stoke that left me permenaley disabled. So my husband and I moved into my mom’s house as she was there all alone, We were bothspending a great deal at tine and the financial advantages work well for all. In October hurricane Micheal hit the Gulf Coast so my youngest brother, wife and 2 kids took refuge from the storm. Like so many they lost everything. Thier home, they were renting, got a tree through it. Everthing was soaking wet and then developed mold. So as the children and parents could really use a dose of holiday cheer, we endevored, over thier protests to make it a good Christmas for all.
My husband spent three weeks helping me decorate, cook, buy and wrap presents, knowing the joy would be seeing thier faces on Christmas Day. So we spent a good amount of time with all the preperations. On Christmas eve we were up until 4am putting the finishing touches on packages, filling stockings, and any last minute things left to do. We planned to try and get a little sleep since the kids didn’t get in bed despite anyone’s best efforts till 11pm. Thinking they would sleep in just a little we planned to get up between 9 and 10 the next morning. Three year olds do not have the same time zone as the rest of us. 6am three yr olds are up begging, not quietly, to open presents. Anybodies present under the tree.
Mom works at the hospital so Christmas day is a workday. They prompted by an early morning wake up decide they can no longer contain or restrain a certain 3 year old boy. I am roused from slumber myself and informed that Santa has been here and the children can no longer be put off. As I am disabled I use a hospital bed that will not fit in our bedroom. Knowing how much my husband wants to see this I call him. I know we went to bed 2 hours ago so I’m expecting him not to be thrilled with this but we can take a nap later.
The conversation goes as follows;
Me – Santa has been here.
Him – Who?
Me – Santa
Him – Who?
Me – Santa Claus.
Him – Do you know what time it is? We just went to bed.
Me – They are opening presents and I thought you would want to see.
Him – Who did you say was here?
Me -Santa, I thought you would want to see.
Him – (Emphatically) “No”
Me – Are you sure?
Him – (very emphatic) “NO”.
Me – Okay go back to sleep.
I have my brother who is handing out the gifts leave his and mine for the most part under the tree. I’m now wide awake. I opened the gifts from my neice, mom, brother and sister-in-law. After thank you’s are exchanged, I ask for my first cup of coffee as my mom heads out the door to the hospital. All is quiet until 10am.
Hubby is up and upon entering the livingroom is astonished to see the only presents remaining is a small stack. He was so disappointed. The conversation went something close to this;
Him – What the heck?
Me – I called you. You said no! You didn’t want to come see.
Him – You said Santa was here.
Me – Yes, Santa was here did you want to come see
Him – no I didn’t want to see someone dressed as Santa. Couldn’t they have waited until I was up?
Me – Have you ever tried talking a three year old into waiting? They wanted to do this so mom could see before she went to work. I called you when this was happening earlier.
Him – No you said Santa was here. Did I want to see him? I thought maybe one of your brothers dressed up as Santa, or you hired someone to come play Santa, and this was the only time they could come. Well this just ruins my Christmas. I really wanted to see this. Why couldn’t it wait till I was here.
Me – I’m sorry that’s why I called you even though it was so early.
Him – You said nothing about them opening presents. All you said was someone dressed as Santa was here.
Me – Do we often invite, strange men in weird clothing into the house with children at 6am? Especially with all the wrapped gifts under the tree? Is this something you think we regularly do even on Christmas morning?
Him – I have set my phone to record all calls for business reasons. It helps me remember what was said and agreed upon when I talk to people about jobs. Let’s play the recording back, because you never said anything about opening presents.
You can hear everything we both said. I talked about Santa having come (I’m in the room with the kids). I repeated it twice. He still says no twice. The next line is garbled, but I’m sure I reiterated they are opening presents. Then after another “no” I say okay go back to sleep then.
Long story short both little and us big kids had a good Christmas. Toys, clothes, household, things we needed and things we like.
My neices came later that afternoon and he got to see them tear into thier gifts. It helped make up at least some of the disappointment of earlier.
So I guess my question is has this ever happened to anyone else?
Even though we had a good laugh about it, how do we not do this again? This experience was too funny not to share. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas, and we look forward to a bright and happy 2019.
We have probably heard the song “Goin to the Chapel” and “Ding, Dong , The Wedding Bells Are Gonna Chime”. It’s wedding season in Florida. The mild spring temperatures, especially in Florida, gives us the opportunity to enjoy the outdoor venues before the heat and tourists descend on our beautiful beaches. I hear they are very popular spots for weddings.
As a native I considered several parks and indoor/outdoor locations. A beautiful oak shaded round gazebo surrounded by historic buildings. Across the street a 650 year old church neatly kept behind a white picket fence. Whatever your dream location, I know how quickly the sunshine turns liquid here, so mine had both indoor and out.
As we celebrate 14years this Tuesday, so even though it’s not always rosy, we’ve made it this far. We must be doing something right if we’re still happily together and happy 14years later. I would say our stubbornness, patience, and positive vision has served us both well over the years.
As I look back almost all our squabbles, they have stemmed from miscommunication. He speaks apples, I speak oranges our stubbornness keeps us going until we figure out where the issue is. Our patience with each other runs from infinite, to really short, yet here we are. 20 years ago I would have said some very different qualities make for a good, lasting, happy marriage.
The last five years humor, patience, fortitude, and hopefully Grace have seen us through.
Do you cook up something special, or let him treat you to a favorite? I save new recipes for occasions other than this. I’ve done this before so no anxiety during cooking. I try to surprise him. I’ve tried several themes over the years for these special evenings. Do your hair, makeup, fragrance, and decorate and or dress according to your theme. We’ve traveled for candlelit dinners in France, picnics on the beach, or English countryside. My goal is to make it memrable. A rustic country picnic with the family, might be right, or a sultry night with Spanish flair. Lower the lights, move furniture, get creative, choose a soft music to reflect your locale and theme. Without leaving our home.
Did our marriage happen like a romance novel not exactly. 14years strong, is a testament to our faith, love, and humor. Even more important the ability to adapt, meet life as it comes and never let those forces tear us apart. To the man I love twice as much today as when we first fell in love, Happy Anniversary. I love you, today, tomorrow and always.
Happy Fathers Day…. in society today that term is special. Anybody can be a father, but Daddy is a big job!!! Growing up I can remember meeting my dad when he came home from work. Blue collar all the way, bear hugs, and tickles came with him. He smelled of coffee, engine grease, and Brut aftershave. He worked hard everyday, sometimes two jobs and had very definate ideas that some find old fashioned. For all our differences of opinion as an adult I can honestly say i’m greatful for being raised this way. We learned the value of a dollar, manners, and respect.
. Daddy’s chase away monsters under the bed or in the closet. He worked hard for our family and spent time with us growing up. He took imaginary phone calls, drank tea at tea parties, and helped mom make the coolest blanket forts. Daddy’s are mysterious creatures and I’ll explain what I mean. Mine was a real ‘guy’. He didn’t do things in the kitchen unless it was a Saturday or Sunday. He did not wear blue jeans. Button up shirts, flannel in winter. Dad made the waffles or pancakes. (Mom had to make the eggs and bacon… He didn’t do that). Electronic toys are great but, I learned how I should be treated by my future husband, by watching his example. Mine wasn’t perfect but he was perfect for me.
I remember having one of those moments in time where you realize how lucky you are. At my younger brothers wedding I watched his bride dance with her father, of all my siblings I was fortunate enough to have a father daughter dance. I miss the whit and gentle teasing. I would meet him for breakfast, at a really early hour. That was one of his quirks, if he had to be up extra early he thought we should too. This sucked growing up on Saturday mornings. Unless he was making bbq, he spent years perfecting that.
I carry him with me everyday, as I passed on to others he lives on in my heart. I see his example shine through when my brothers play with their children. Even when they don’t want to admit it. My dad lost his battle with cancer in 2011. I vividly remember in coming to terms with his death how lucky we were to grow up in a world where more and more families fathers are absent. I wish they had visiting hours in heaven, but until they do, Daddy I Love You. To all the dads out there I hope you become the hero in your family. Daddy’s help us see ourselves like this.
To all the dads especially if you grew up without one and know find yourself in the role. Spend as much time together as you can. To my half siblings I hope you got to spend time with the same father I grew up with. Children have no owners manuals and parents genrally do the best parenting they are able. I hope both children and adults remember that word of wisdom mine left with me.
Okay I grew up as an 80’s kid. Little Ceaser’s, pizza Hut, Domino’s, and Hungry Howie’s were the flavor of the day. I made the BookIt Club, every month with my parents encouragement to read. Even so if planning a menu and Pizza comes up our choice is not who do we order from, it’s more like do we have the ingredients or run to the store? You see growing up outside of those awarded pizza’s, we made ours at home by mom and my brothers and me.
If our friends were lucky enough to get some they would come back just for the pizza. That tradition has been passed down. I make it and if we go home we still request her pizza over takeout any day. We still have a traditional round pan, yet we normally make two rectangle baking sheets to feed us all.
The crust is home made from my dads, mothers cook book. We prefer supreme and even people who claim they don’t like some toppings do not complain when they eat it on this. Typically we top ours with olive oil, garlic, ground beef, ham, sausage (if we have it), onion, bell peppers, mushrooms, pepperoni, we usually skip black olives due to salt content. Cheddar cheese ( the sharper the better) mozzarella, and whatever else we have on hand or purchase for….Munster cheese, cherizo, multi color pepers and onion, parmesan cheese, Italian seasoning, pepper jack gives quite a kick.
Roll out dough on two baking sheets. We leave it hand toss thickness or thin if watching carbs. Regular tomato sauce or spaghetti sauce to lightly coat dough. Layer Italian season, parmesan, pepper flakes(if desired). Next up are onions, bell peppers, olives, mushrooms. Sausages, ground beef, ham, and anything else we desire before a tight layer of pepperoni. Add yellow then white cheeses in generous quantities. Ours always looks like deep dish, we use plenty of toppings. Into the oven at 350 for 20 minutes. One pie at a time. Cut into about 12 squares and use good spatula to lift weight of slices. Give few minutes to cool. Everyone will crave this and this is better than Pizza Hut, and the most you can buy.
Note: When I said you can involve family it’s a great way to occupy children with supervision. Growing up I always grated cheese, or as oldest used sharp knife to chop veggies. True story… we were visiting my brother from another mother… not really but only time I’ll get to say it, before he deployed over seas. Met my new sister in law..who brought 4 beautiful children into our family. After a long day exploring Savannah, GA. Where they were stationed we retired to our hotel pool for the kids. When the subject of dinner arose it would take about the same amount of time and quite a bit more expensive to feed all of us so we swung into the grocery to get needed supplies. You can buy pizza dough mix you just add water to. I’ve used them before so we decide to buying instead of ingredients to make from scratch. So we get to their house and we all take a task to hurry this along. I cooked on stove, mom did crust, she loves making bread, sister in law supervised 7 and 10 year olds using knives. My brother called from somewhere at front of house and with children’s tasks completed sister went to answer his call. So mom is ready to roll out and knead this dough so niece goes to pantry retrieves flour to coat table, hands and rolling pin. So she scrapes dough out on flowered table. It’s sticky well this can happen even with great dough recpie. So like any good baker she adds more flour. And adds, and adds and she’s asking me since i’ve used the mix and I’m like it never did that with me. Now she’s making these funny noises, and it’s stretching out of bowl like slime and by now my sister in law has come back to investigate the uncontrolled laughter, punctuated with moms eeww sounds. My father and brother have been drawn as well from hunger and sound effects. Everything she makes 3 to 5 sounds she’s asking me…..and all I can do is laugh as she lets it slide back to bowl. 2 cups of flour and its getting worse not better. We’re now discussing alternatives, when sister in law notices *flour* container and asks where it came from. 7 year old says I got it from pantry and shows her where. As it turns out the exact same container, has powdered sugar in it. She tells them apart by right or left side of pantry. I so wish we had thought to video this! We laughed so hard and the pizza really could have used some pineapple, but we finally got everyone fed.
Memories like these are irreplaceable! The retelling just does not match the look on moms face as her hands are covered in this slime. I’m so glad my adopted brother got to take this with him when he deployed. He came home, but I have yet to see him since dad passed away. If you ever read this please know that we love and miss you, and we’re still here when you decide to come home. Dad would be so proud of the man you have become, that goes for all my other siblings as well. Sending love to all my siblings and extended family, you’re all loved and I miss you guys so you have to come see me, since I cannot travel those distances yet. How do you make lasting memories with your family? See the recipe on Pintrest! Click here! Mom’s Pizza Recipe
Okay for the Star Wars fans May the 4th be with you. Travel the galaxy they said, learn the ways of the force and play with lightsaber. As Yoda says “There is no try. Do or do not” . That is my current attitude in physical therapy. For a year and six months I’ve been fighting to be able to start out patient physical therapy to stand up! I’m happy to announce due to my doctors and I fighting insurance red tape and people who should not have a place in healthcare, I’m finally seeing a real therapist twice a week. With a special lift for this situation, I’m happy to say I can stand under my own power! The force is defiantly with me now. Thank you to the therapists who inspire this every day. A special thank you to all nurses including the ones at my doctors office who helped me fight to get services that are supposedly covered by my insurance. These amazing people wade through things I do not want to think about. Bring comfort, hope and a warm smile, while keeping up with more patients, who let’s face it most of us admitted to hospital are not usually at our best, than most of us could do. They run errands, give meds, dodge verbal barbs. They actually see the doctor, and attempt to carry out their orders and make sure you get the care you deserve. When they describe nursing on career day, I’m betting this was not the job description that you happily volunteered for. Nurses should have their own superhero costumes. CNA, RN, ARPRN, CCRN, and i’m sure I missed some, I apologize, these people do amazing things everyday, then do it all again tomorrow.
Last and by no means least Mothers Day. What does it take to be a mom? Somewhere out there should be a course, boot camp, or crash course for this vital role. Any woman can have a baby! That’s what I grew up thinking. As i’ve grown and matured I have learned that while most women can conceive, and give birth not all moms are created equally. I was lucky. My mom is someone to look up to. I always thought when I grow up that’s what I want to be like. Minus the things she did that made me mad…..lol. I dreamed as most little girls do of getting married, having a family… becoming a stay at home mom was my goal after school.
I had interests in computer sciences, and took business and technology in line with pursuing college. It just didn’t work out to finish my degree. “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.” I don’t remember who said it first anymore, but I moved on. Met and fell in love with what at the time I thought to be a good choice…..I should have listened to my mother the first time. So I moved away from home, embarked on a new career oriented life that I was reasonably good at, and started making my way in the world. Family was always there if needed, and my mom became my best friend now that we stopped arguing.
This time I listened and took a good long time before marriage. Even with my career I still held that stay at home mom dream. I wanted to meet my children when they came home from school. Our house usually smelled like homemade bread, or cookies. My mom made dinner every night and we ate as a family. After homework, we played games or perused other projects that were important at school or various after school activities. They were never too busy to help with homework or school projects. It was so cool when your mom was your scout leader! Camping, crafts, she did both my Girl Scout Troop and my brothers Cub and Boy Scouts.
That was my dream. As I look back there must have been some planning by a higher being in my life. In 2013 we learned to be grateful that we failed. After many attempts we learned that a pregnancy would have killed me. For those who don’t know I suffered a burst aneurysm stroke. The danger I’m told had been there for years, and had it happened during labor it would have severely limited what doctors could do for either of us.
After my stroke I moved back home this time with hubby in tow. My disabilities make it beyond my abilities to do all the house upkeep my self and as my mom likes to joke as she adds in her age together we almost have the abilities of a single person. With daddy passing on so unexpectedly, it’s a good fit. Grannies, as the babies call her loves spending time with the grandbabies. As I finish therapy we hope to make some changes to the house we didn’t know we’d want or need. I know from the expressions on their faces, when Grammie hugs you close they feel the same love I still have. If i’ve forgotten to say it recently, as I often do, Thank you Mom for being there. For being the parent I didn’t always like but needed. I love you. I still hold out hope that maybe one day if I cannot have children of my own I can be one of the special moms, who make you feel like this as they knowingly take on the step mom role.
Happy Mothers Day to all the moms out there finding a way to make it work everyday. Most of all take the time to celebrate her. Don’t forget Grandma’s a lot of whom deserve a Mothers Day card too.