About grannyscolorful

I draw, paint and write. Colors in my life are my stories, thoughts and...my life. Without color there is no...Granny Gee. I am married to my soulmate, Skip, and have 2 very special Pups.. Kissy Fairchild and Sweet Chadwick. (Update: I rescued a little puppy on July 4, 2013... her name is Camie. I saved her from certain death... maggots fell from her little body when I lifted her from the cold, wet ground....)... we now, have 3 Pups... Camie became a part of us... perfect in every way. You can go see Camie on her Facebook page... I update it nightly with stories, photos. When I rescued her... she had no hair. She had the worst case of demodectic mange... she was left to die a slow, horrible death. I will soon publish a book about Camie.... called 'Camie's Angel'. It will be my third book. My first book being a little introductory to my main character, Victoria Fairchild, who is a very unusual person.... scary-good! My second book is the one I wrote my pain, grief for my only child, Tommy. The name of it is: I CRY FOR TOMMY. It is 738 pages of pure pain, grief. All my books are sold only at Amazon.com. I write under the name: Gloria Faye Brown Bates My son, Tommy, died May 29, 2010 at the age of 40. He had 2 blockages, no one knew he was sick. He was a tall, handsome guy with strawberry-blonde hair, blue-green eyes. His smile was bright as the sunshine. He had looked forward to going to Myrtle Beach to share the first time with his 3 year old son playing at the beach. Tommy collapsed on the sand while running, laughing, playing with Taban... he walked right into Heaven from playing, doing what he wanted most to do. He 'died' beautifully in the way we all would want our last moments to be. I see that now... I couldn't 'before'. I'm so grateful Tommy knew how much I loved him. I told him all the time. I loved and was proud of my son, my only child. I love no one thing best........ I love many things best...... I'm forever faced with choices whether it be in a restaurant, store or routes to take, and such. I am a special person in that I am a good person who has learned from Life... what it means to be a kind and loving person who cares about others instead of .. just myself. I ..am many things. It's too hard to define 'Me' in words. I love so many things and care about so much. My life is and has been always... colorful.... depending on all that goes on around me............ brighter at times and not as bright as others.. but, then...everything brightens up all at once... and my world is happycolored ...again! Just know that I write what I know best in my life. I've known pain, grief as far back as I can remember. I write it now... I write my pain, grief... I don't sugar-coat anything... you read how it really feels, and how ... I really think. I am a very 'real' person. Also, know as you read... when I write from my heart, and I touch yours.... know that I know everything is going to be all right, no matter 'how bad'. Know that to write is like being an actor/actress.... one has to reach into the depths of one's soul... to 'become' what they are trying to portray. I have to 'visit the past, stay a while in order to write, feel all again'... so, you can 'see, feel, know'. When 'I come back'... it sometimes, takes a little while to 'come out of it'. I do come out of it... and I'm alright, once again. So, please don't think I'm unhappy, sad all the time... I'm not. I'm a 'smiley' person! Oh... I don't talk in person to people about my grief, pain... everyone is already dealing, coping with their own. I never 'push myself' on others... I care, respect that. I would never make anyone unhappy, intentionally. I'm a very private person. To know my pain, grief... you have to read it... read it in my words... I 'write my pain, grief'... I don't 'talk' about it. That's what I do... I write from my very soul... and what I portray ... is 'all real'... I've lived, experienced it. I know it better than anything else in my life... pain, grief. Also... know that I don't 'wallow in grief', feeling sorry for myself. I have become stronger for all the things that have happened to shape me as 'Gloria/Granny Gee' ... today. I face life head-on, no matter how bad... I 'run' to meet it... I'm not going to let it 'get the best of me'. I almost did... when Tommy died. I almost died, when my only child died... I wouldn't have known it... I was in the darkest world I'd ever traveled in. It almost 'got me'.... I would have never been aware of ... dying. Skip and our Pups... were my life-savers... they didn't give up on me. They are my world... the only family I have left that love, care for me. Without them... I'm alone. Please visit my primary blog where you can see photos of Tommy, us... our Pups.... at: happycolorsandgrannygee.blogspot.com My secondary blog: https://grannyscolorful.wordpress.com/ Also, you can come to be my friend at Facebook. http://facebook.com/grannygee My email address is: gloriapaintsat@yahoo.com You can be Camie's friend, also... on her Facebook page: https://facebook.com/camocameobates (Precious Camo) Twitter: @geegranny

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There


GRANNY'S COLORFUL

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates

If I die, would you notice if I were gone
Would you see the empty space I left behind
Before things shuffled, filling it in

Would you miss the sound of my voice
The brightness of my smile
Could you possibly… miss ‘me’

I only mean something to one person
One person in this world
Everyone is gone, even my only child

Sometimes, I wonder when I already know
That some people would really care
Some would shed a tear or two

When I die, it will be a private affair
No one will need to come to see my body
I don’t let anyone come to watch me sleep

Sleeping is a personal thing
Dying is personal, too
I don’t want anyone to come stare at me

No one needs to know when I’m gone
No…

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On Hold …. The Walls Move!


The Walls Move!

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Writing is like a big, happy balloon … I soar as I write … sometimes … the air goes out and I’m left at a standstill. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

Well … I’ve decided something. For the moment I’m not continuing my scary story because, I’m not in the mood for mean, evil things

 

Sometimes … I begin writing a story with passion … and it is like a big, happy balloon … sometimes, the air goes out of it.

 

The Walls Move! story is on hold. I don’t feel like writing about killing, hurting … torturing anyone right now. 

The Walls Move! Part 2 …


 

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Just because you don’t see anything doesn’t mean it isn’t there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

John jumped up … pure rage, fire burned in his eyes.  His fists were balled, he was going to kick somebody’s ass.  Son of a bitch!  Mother f____!  His f______ nose was broken and the pain was more than he could bear.

He turned around … and around.  John didn’t see anyone!  Where did that mother f_____ go!  He needed to kill something.  The f_____ pain was too great to contain.  He saw the dog, walked toward it.  The poor dog cowered … peed on itself.  It knew the man was going to hurt it again.

Just as John went to grab the dog he felt somebody slap him upside his head.  His cuss words pure tangled together he was so angry. White froth came out of his mouth.  You son of a … mother fu___ son of a yee yow yellow …. John had never known such anger.  The fires of hell raged in him.

He heard a chuckle on his right side … he spun around.  No one was there!  He spun around again.  Where was the son of a bitching mother f______!

John was very dangerous now.  Let some bastard come into view he’d rip their heads off, piss down their necks and whatever else he felt like doing.

He backed up … looking around.  He couldn’t see a damn thing.  Another chuckle sounded.  Sounded like a damn woman.  That couldn’t be … women don’t like to get their asses kicked.

John felt a tap on his shoulder …  froze.  He took a couple of breaths … turned around.  His eyes took in what stood before him … he was confused.  What the hell?  He shook his big-old head not believing what he saw ….

Continued to … Part 3

The Walls Move! Part 1 …


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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

If you think you can act in secret … there are always … eyes … watching. You might not know it now but, it will bite you in the ass one day. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

The Walls Move!   Part 1 … written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee

 

 

 

He kicked the dog for the fifth time … it cried out in the most heartbreaking sound.

 

 

The man didn’t know eyes were watching him from nearby shrubbery, trees. He didn’t know … hell was getting ready to break loose in his life … it would never be the same again.

 

 

Just as he went to strike the dog with his bare hand … he was on the ground not knowing what hit him. His instinct was to jump up, begin fighting.

 

He was a mean, vicious man who bullied people, abused people … animals alike. John was a pure bastard in every way. He had no way of knowing … he was getting ready to meet his match.

 

 

Continued to Part 2:

Saturday Morning Thoughts … 8-26-2017


Gloria Faye Brown Bates

What’s sad is when you try to hide your needs … then something happens to expose them ‘to the world’ when you fooled them into thinking you have everything never asking for anything.

Life can be sad … it waits for no one. The sad thing is one can’t tell everyone important in their life … what’s wrong. They have to think what they will … all the while … time goes on.

You can’t see this until you’ve experienced so many things in life … and are older. By that time … one learns to keep things to themselves and let people think what they will … even if it’s wrong.

Why? Pride and … never letting anyone think you are asking anything of them. Why? Because of caring too much about others, respecting others … knowing you don’t ever want to take from them … because you love them.

Sadly, situations in life expose things one hides … need. It’s easier to do without … than to ask. It’s sad when one has always had and gave … than to be the one who doesn’t and receives.

These are my Saturday morning thoughts about Life. No one has to comment on them. They are thoughts that came to my mind.

Thank you, everyone, for your prayers and caring thoughts for Skip. He laid down most of the day but, I would go to him and read them to him. It meant so much to him. It meant so much to me to tell him. He loved, respected his mother … he didn’t have the financial means to go to her.

Through time … our illnesses have put us in financial straits. Life can be that way … one learns to make the best of it … it’s sad though when things happen. What’s sadder when you have to tell anyone so, they can understand the whys?

Dukester and I enjoyed our walk in the cool, cool air. It felt so nice. It has been raining … and began again at the end of our walk.

Camie and Kissy have been staying by Skip’s side … they know something isn’t right with their Skip. Pups are Special … they care always. ❤ ❤ ❤

Author’s Note:

Skip’s beautiful mother went to Heaven yesterday … 8-25-2017. While he didn’t get to see her often … he loved her very much.

Hello Victoria … Part 30: The Walter Sebastian Corbett/Victoria Fairchild Saga


Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

The strongest feeling in someone is … also … their weakest. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

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Walter felt his heart beat faster.  The effect Victoria’s voice had on him was amazing.  Even his beautiful wife, Grace … never excited him like this.  He wanted this woman more than anything he had ever wanted … and be damned … he was going to have her.

Victoria was ready to see Walter.  That was the whole reason for her call.  She had been away from him long enough … she knew she was prepared for a battle … to life … or death … when it came time.  And the time would come.  Walter Sebastian was a very dangerous man … but … she was a very dangerous woman.

Victoria had an advantage … she could see through Walter.  Walter couldn’t sense her special abilities.  He had no idea who he was messing with … Victoria smiled to herself … but soon … he would.

Walter arranged to meet Victoria the next day at the same bar they had met at.  The Blue Lagoon Bar & Grill … it was a quiet, nice place to sit, talk.

Victoria dressed in an elegant dress … it was light blue.  It was buttoned down the front length of her dress and … came down to her ankles.  It was a straight dress with a slit in the back.  She wore a wide blue belt.  The collar around her neck swooped down to the buttons … where her beautiful cleavage began.  She wore blue low high-heels.  She was a picture in blue.

Walter sat waiting for Victoria to show.  He was lost in a fantasy when he sensed all went silent.  He looked up to see the most beautiful woman walking toward him.

Victoria had entered the bar and everyone noticed.  She walked proudly … head held high with a beautiful smile on her lips … Walter felt himself hardened … he was going to tear every button off the front of her dress!  He pure hurt with desire looking at her … he smiled calmly, said, “Hello, Victoria”.

Victoria swayed her hips gently as she walked toward Walter … she was her most seductive.  Sex was going to be Walter’s downfall.  Victoria knew exactly how to play him … she knew once she was alone with him … it would be a matter of time he’d make his play on her.

Victoria leaned over slowly making sure he looked straight into her dress seeing her cleavage.  She let her lips barely brush his left ear.  She felt him jerk with desire.  She pretended not to notice.  Hello, Walter!  The sunshine came out when she smiled.

Walter was completely mesmerized by Victoria.  He could sit … watch her for hours.  The soft, sexy way she moved … swayed.  Her lips were always changing just as her expressions did when she talked.  All Walter could do was smile, listen as Victoria talked. That voice!  It sent chills up his spine … the good kind.

I will be back in just a moment.  I need to go to the powder room.  Victoria rose from her seat looking like an exotic flower … her perfume filled Walter’s nostrils.  Oh my God … Walter thought he was going to burst with desire.  He was going to have to go the restroom, also.  He walked behind her … as she walked he felt himself wanting to explode.

Victoria smiled prettily at everyone as they stared at her.  She knew she the whole room was watching her … it never failed.  She was used to it everywhere she went.  She also … knew Walter’s predicament … that was good.  She could tease him longer and not go anywhere with him … if … he took care of himself in the bathroom.

Walter slipped into the men’s room, locked the door.  He unzipped his pants with his shaking hands.  He was going to explode and he didn’t want to do it on his yellow polka dotted shorts.  Yellow polka dots on a green background.

Walter grabbed his manhood … it felt like a tree.  He instantly went into another world … a world we all go to … to get relief from pent-up sexual desire.  He began stroking himself … he moaned as he did.  Walter had never been so hard in his life.  He was nearly crying.

When he exploded … the white liquid went all over the bathroom wall.  He’d never seen so much!  No sooner than that happened … Walter hardened right back up.  Oh my God!  When he rubbed himself … he exploded for the second time … he was amazed at what he saw on the bathroom wall.  He’d never done that in his life.

Walter Sebastian walked out of the bathroom a much calmer man than the one who walked into the bathroom.  He could think clearer now.  Victoria was already back at their table.

Victoria saw the difference in Walter … she knew what he’d done.  She was relieved.  She dreaded the time when she was going to have to take Walter Sebastian down.  She wasn’t afraid … she just dreaded all the violence she knew would take place.  Life was like that … at least in her life.  No one would believe … no one knew.

Even Chip didn’t know everything … he didn’t want to.  He knew Victoria had a mind of her own … he also, knew Victoria loved him.  He never worried … only worried for her safety.  Trying to stop Victoria from doing what she wanted to do … was like trying to physically stop a freight train.

Victoria and Chip had an unusual relationship … they both were unusual people.  Jealousy, anger wasn’t a part of it.  It was like they knew in their souls they were a part of each other.

Well, Walter … I’m going to have to leave now.  Walter didn’t mind this time … he was in good shape now.  Victoria, I have enjoyed seeing you.  We’ll do this soon.  Call me when you can meet again.  Victoria smiled at him, blew him a kiss … turned, walked slowly away.  Walter felt a stirring once again from inside his polka-dotted shorts.  Damn!