“My Day”

“Bullet My Day”

Ohhh…The question I guess is which day you want me to bullet?  LOL  I’ll do one of my busiest days that just passed.

So my day started in the afternoon:

  • Late breakfast
  • Photo Shoot
  • Mary Kay Open House
  • Lunch break
  • Write
  • Cato Fashion Show
  • Showtime At The Liberty
  • Crafts
  • Some photo edits
  • Read
  • Finally bed

Are you tired yet?  I’m tired just looking at it!  LOL  That’s me in a nutshell!

#30DayWritingChallenge #Day16

“One Book You Loved And One You Hated”

“One Book You Loved And One You Hated”

When I read this on the challenge, I knew right away this would be tough.  I do a lot of reading.  Over the years I’ve read some books that fall on both sides of the spectrum and some that fall right in the middle.  I like to be open minded when I read books.  So, I’ve read a wide range of genres.  I’m glad I did, because I’ve found some fantastic ones.

Okay, back to the subject on hand.  I won’t name just one, instead, I’ll give you a small range.


  • “Married Men” by Carl Weber
  • “Chasing Destiny” by EJD
  • “Coldest Winter Ever” by Sister Souljah
  • “Breathless 1-3” by Shani Greene-Dowdell
  • “Mr. Perfect” by Linda Howard


  • “Midnight” by Sister Souljah
  • “Fly Girl” by Omar Tyree
  • “Want They Want” by Omar Tyree
  • “Cry, The Beloved Country” by Alan Paton

Of course there are tons more for each section.

#30DayWritingChallenge #Day8

“Where Would I Live”

“Somewhere I’d live but never visited”

I’d like to live in Paris. Why Paris? It’s the one spot in Europe I researched, but never visited while living in Germany. Most people would go for the romance I know. However, me, it works be the history, the art. It’s so much to see, to learn. Plus, I love the language, even though I forgot most of what I learned.  Come on, can’t you see me with my camera in hand and notebook to pause and do some writing? I’m sure after 10 years or so, I might get tired, but then I’m sure I’d still find some little known place to explore.

#30DayWritingChallenge #Day5

10 Interesting Facts About Myself

10 Interesting Facts About Myself

  1. I love football….Dallas Cowboys and Georgia Bulldogs are my teams.  Atlanta Falcons run second because they are home!
  2. I love to paint wood projects.  Some of the things I do a lot are picture frames, letters/names, key holders. I’ve been known to do other painting projects as well like pumpkins, footballs, tables.
  3. I still love stickers.  LOL I actually find myself using them on my paint projects.
  4. I only really watch TV in the fall.  The rest of the year it’s more movies and Netflix.
  5. I’m painstakingly shy when it comes to public speaking.
  6. I’ve been a social media addict since the AOL days!!  (Might be time for a break. LOL)
  7. I’m a professional student.  Or at least that my mom tells me.
  8. I think I took the wrong course in college.  Should have taken Marketing instead of Accounting.  (Still might take it.)
  9. I’m striving to be a serial entrepreneur.
  10. I want to write a novel, but I’m not good at it!

I hope that works!  Was it interesting?  At least a lil’ bit?  I hope so!  Until next time……………..


“My First Kiss and First Love”

“My First Kiss & My First Love”

For me the two were not the same and happened at very different points in my life.  I’ll start with my first kiss.  This event wasn’t even worth writing home about.  I was 17, fresh out of high school.  My boyfriend, if that’s what you want to call him was also unimpressive when I look back now.  I know that’s harsh.  Because of that I won’t name him.  The kiss alone was enough to say, stop, step back!  It was so sloppy.  I know, being my first kiss, how do I know I wasn’t just as bad?  One thing I knew then was that a good kiss doesn’t mean saliva all over my mouth.  I remember how grossed out I felt.  Even though it didn’t any further than that, I wanted to go home and shower because I felt just that yucky.  I remember thinking, hoping that everyone wasn’t like that or I just won’t be kissing ever again!  No bells ringing, no foot in the air, nothing.  Just a shudder of disgust.

Now when we start discussing my first love, that’s a totally different story.  How different the beginning was, the ending was not that far from different.  Let me share the experience.  We met in high school.  We were really great friends.  Late night conversations, talks about my boyfriends and his girlfriends.  To say we had some stories to tell is putting it mildly.  I always valued our friendship.  That to me was always special.  Even to this day, (even though he may not know it).  I didn’t even realize I felt other feelings for him until one day he came home from California.  He was there for me when a friend from church was killed on Christmas Eve night.  He was there when I needed him most.  Then I realized not only were my feelings there, but his too.  Of course my family loved him too.  When he came back home in the spring, I was ecstatic.  By the end of the visit, we were officially engaged.

That excitement was very short lived.  It was probably the shortest engagement in history.  No, I won’t share the details because I respect his privacy.  However, I will tell you, by the time his ship hit international waters, I was crushed and heart-broken.  Never before or after had I felt so bad and lost.  I just couldn’t believe it, the shock of the words he spoke to me before boarding his ship.  Anyone that knows me knows I LOVE my Army men and Marines.  At that moment though, I felt hatred for the military.  Was disgusted at the entire situation, including myself for allowing myself to fall that deeply, that quickly.  To say that was over is an understatement.

Fast forward just past 12 years or so.  We tried again.  Simply put, it didn’t work.  Once again, I won’t share the details for his privacy.  I can say this though, my heart was not breakable this time.  Hurt yes, breakable, no.  This was the one person that I ever gave a second and third chance to.  The one person that just by hearing his voice, my heart skips a beat.  The one person, I would have relocated for.   The one person, I can run across a letter, a picture, and be like wow.  The one person that have me saying “Shoulda Woulda Coulda” even though I know it’s not healthy.

That first kiss with him was special.  I shuddered in awe, even had a slight giggle, could see stars and the whole nine.  Yet, it ended just as abruptly as the first kiss.

#30DayWritingChallenge #Day3

My Earliest Memory

My Earliest memory….

This one is kind of though. I had to really think about this one. My first memory that I can physically fecal comes into play when my dad and my uncle both were stationed at Ft. Benning, GA. We stayed with my cousin for a bit. I remember this being the first, but not last time duty stations overlapped.

I can remember how we, my cousin and I, would play outside, inside, everywhere. We argued, fussed and fought each other. Still, when were got in trouble, we hid together.

I can clearly remember us sitting on the couch giggling, scheming and what not. Then I glad to a scene where we’re hiding under the bed because we both about to get spankings from our parents. LOL

I’m telling you, we were thick as thieves and just as bad and devious sometimes.   When I sit back and remember those times, sometimes I wish I could bring it back. A wonderful time back in the 80s!!

#30DayWritingChallenge #Day2