Always Kiss Me Goodnight

I have a little bit of a walk from the parking lot where I park at work and to my office.

The weather was beautiful this morning, just a little bit of a cool breeze before the late morning and afternoon heat sets in.

As I approach my office building, I pass two other buildings and a circular drop off zone. A red car is parked there and a young lady gets out of the driver’s side of the car. What I assume was her partner, was standing on the drivers side of the car as if he is helping her out. In kind of a hurried gesture, the young lady gets out of the car and moves toward the trunk area to get her backpack. She gets it, slams the trunk shut and moves toward the building without a word to her partner.

At this point I am almost next to them and I can see the expression on her face clearly. She looks angry. Her eyes are almost burning with fire, but also a hint of sadness.

I wonder what happened. Did they have an argument?

I think back to the times when my husband and I have had very similar situation and how it would ruin my morning until one of us would break down and apologize. The sting of disappointment, anger and hurt fills you.

I can never handle that very long. I always regret my actions.

It made me think of this quote:


It’s almost a cliché, but it is so true. You have no idea what tomorrow will bring or even the next hour. Even though you think you do, you will never really know how deep you cut the other person with your silence.

Have the conversation. Forgive.




One Drawer at the Time

On some days it is as if I wake up and realize that a week or month has gone by and I have been completely on autopilot. How did that happen? Where did time go? Did the bathroom get cleaned? Or the kitchen floor?

… and how did the kitchen drawers get that messed up?

During the school year, when our schedules get super tight and busy, this is often how I feel. Things just happen so fast and I can barely remember if I cleaned, swept or took the trash out.

Then recently I went to the dollar tree with my daughter. We did not need anything, just browsing and killing time before her dance class. I stumbled across some drawer paper and I had this sudden urge to really start purging my house. The white and gray chevron print was perfect and boy, did my kitchen drawers need it.

The the paper sat there for about a month!!!

Finally today I started putting the paper in my drawers and it felt great. Our house is really old and so is my kitchen, so I actually only have three big drawers. I got them sorted out, the paper is put in and only the  utensils that I want to keep went back in the drawers. The rest is going to the Goodwill.

Drawer by drawer and cabinet by cabinet, I will take my sanity and my house back 🙂









New Adventure

I really started blogging back in 2009. Over the years its been a really sporadic journey even though in my mind, I wanted to be a daily blogger.

As a young child and teen and even into early adulthood, I was a big into journaling; I have just always loved the writing process and putting pen to paper. It gave me an outlet to process my thoughts.

Then life happened and I slowly let it go. Still with the urge to write sometimes and still with a journal going, I do, however, find that time quickly lapses and I am left with the feeling that I want to write every day.

With blogging it has been the same way. I feel an urge to write. I don’t know what my particular topic or niche would be. I don’t know if I would stick with just one thing. I just want to write and share.

Then the dilemma; I deleted my blog! I rarely wrote, it was all over the place and over many years, so I finally hit the delete button. Now I wish I hadn’t.

So I created a new blog a little while ago. This one…

To help me along the way, I decided to join the Ultimate blog challenge. I have joined the challenge before, but I have never fully completed the challenge. I am also coming into it seven days late this time. But I am going to jump into it.


Follow along as my journey begins. I am exited to share my stories with you.