The Lavender Dress

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She loved storms and this was a beautiful one in her eyes.  The sky was dark, so dark almost as dark as if it were night.  The brilliant flashes of lightning shattered the sky every few minutes and the thrashing rain pelted the windows as if they were going to break it at any second, an invader into her house, yet not so much.  Yes, this was a beautiful storm for sure.  Karri was hoping this one would last for a good long while so she could use it as an excuse not to meet him.  She really didn’t have any good reason not to meet Claude, other than she agreed to, one last time.

She continued getting herself ready.  She put on the short, lavender dress.  The one that went with her auburn hair so well.  People always gave her compliments and told her it brought out the color of her eyes when she wore it.  “What did they know?” she thought. She was in the mood to tell him off.  How dare he call her after not even calling her for over a week.  She had texted him everyday to see if everything was alright.  She hadn’t heard one word.  She was done.  She would tell him it was over. Karri wasn’t someone who put up with excuses.  She had done it before, but that was the old Karri.

Claude had gone to Syracuse to see his ailing mother, or so he said.  Why would he not text back, unless he chose not to. Well, Karri had decided after the 3rd or 4th day that it was really quite simple.  Claude was seeing an old girlfriend.  She knew who it was.  It had to be that one. The one who broke his heart years ago.  Cheryl or Carol.  Whatever her name was.  It really didn’t matter.  Whatever the excuse was, Karri wasn’t going to hear it.  Not this time.  She really didn’t care what he said.  All she could think was, “Oh no, not again.”  It was like that with her in relationships.  This one was just like Ricky.

Ricky had been her previous boyfriend, but he cheated on her several times.  When she found out, she broke it off and never looked back.  But she really thought Claude was different.  Claude was sophisticated.  He was more complex than Ricky.  Maybe she was wrong.  Maybe something more happened at home in Syracuse.  Maybe his mom was seriously sick.  Ricky was carefree and in a band.  He was no businessman like Claude.  Claude usually called every day.  She started to rethink things.  Maybe she was wrong about him.  He was a good man.  She really had no reason to believe that he had done anything wrong.

When the phone rang, her heart stopped.  She picked it up slowly.  “Hello?”

“Hi, Babe.” Claude sounded soft and rather sensual.  He did melt her heart when he spoke in that deep, soft voice.

“Hi!” Karri could hear herself sounding a little more excitable than she meant to. “How are you?  When did you get back?  Are you okay?  I haven’t heard from you in a week.  I’ve been so worried.”

“Babe, my mom…” he trailed away.  “She.. she’s dead.  She had a massive stroke and there was nothing that they could do.” She heard the anguish in his voice.  She knew she had been wrong, but felt so bad in how she had been so quick to judge.

“Oh my God! Honey, I’m so, so sorry. Is there anything…” Now it was her voice trailing off.  “Are you even back from Syracuse?”

“Babe, I need you.  I’m back, but I just came back to get a few things.  I have to fly out tomorrow again for the funeral and to get mom’s affairs in order.  It’s going to take some time.  I wanted to know…  Well, I wanted to know if you would come with me.  She would have loved you.  Like I do.  I just wish she could have met you.”

Karri sat down at her kitchen table trying to keep her emotions from getting the best of her.  She took a deep breath.  Her heart was doing a happy dance because she did really love Claude.  She hadn’t really realized it until this moment.  They had been seeing each other for 5 months and yet, she had such a difficult time embracing love and being in love much less the man of her dreams declaring his love for her.  Yet, he just did.  Was it the fact that his mother just died or that he truly did love her?  What should she say?

“Karri? Are you still there?”

“Yes, Claude, I’m here.  I’m just a bit overwhelmed.  You’ve just told me  your mom died and that you love me in the same breath.  I, I…”

“It’s okay, Karri. If this is too soon, or too much, I understand.”

“No, Claude, I do love you.  I love you so much! I want to be with you and I just feel guilty for thinking you were ignoring me over the last week.  I just thought maybe you didn’t want me, or maybe you had found someone else.  Now, I find out it’s all this.   Are you sure you want me?”

“Yes, Babe, I want you for the rest of my life.  When mom died, I realized that I love you more than I love the air that I breathe.  If I don’t have you by my side, I have no purpose.”

“When can I see you?”

“I’m right outside your door, Karri. Open the door.”

As she opened the door, she found Claude on one knee, red roses in one hand, 1 carat diamond ring in the other.  On his shirt, a sign saying “will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes, Yes! Oh my darling man, yes.”

This has been a fictional story created for The Blog Propellant which is awesomeness at it’s best!  My number that I have chosen at random is 27! I chose to  use all 3 prompts, because it’s so much fun!  I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.  It took me about 25 minutes to write.  The hardest part was finding a picture to go with it!


A Bit About Me

I was cruising through some of my favorite blogger’s posts this morning, of course while drinking my coffee.  I love to have those lazy mornings drinking coffee in bed and reading everyone’s latest posts.  I can only do this on the weekends now and miss keeping up with everyone.  Wow, what amazing talent and fun people there are in this world.  I’ve made friends throughout the world through blogging.  It’s one of my favorite parts about blogging.  The connection of people.

20140906_144130While reading this morning, I discovered a challenge that I also challenge all of you to do.  You can look at it as a meet and greet, of sorts.  It’s just 30 questions to fill in our answers to.  How much fun!  I would like to thank each of you for visiting my blog.  Some of you visit regularly and others, it may be your first time.  I do hope you keep visiting though.  I love to write.  It’s who I am just as much as my being a wife, mother and nurse.  I love to look at the stats on my page and see how many people have visited and which country they’re from.  You mean the world to me, really!  Thank you.

Now for the fun part. The questions!

1. What’s your middle name?

It’s Marie.  My brother, who is 6 years older, thought Marie Osmond was awesome, so, I am Marie.  Also, Marie, pronounced differently, was my mother’s name.

2.What was my favorite subject in school?

Well, growing up, it was English.  When I was in nursing school, it was maternal/neonatal nursing.  I love to grow and learn and believe we never stop learning.

3. Something I miss dearly.

My mom.  She passed away 5 months ago and although the pain of losing her is not as sharp, it is always present.  It hits me at the strangest times quite unexpectedly now and I find myself crying.

My beautiful mother and I on my 18th birthday

4. My latest addiction.

Most definitely blogging.  Since starting this blog in mid-February, I have been blessed with faithful readers and wonderful new friends from all over the world.


5. Favorite song at the moment.

I absolutely love anything by Bruno Mars, U2 or Mumford and Sons, but I have a huge variety of music that I enjoy.

6. Something I could name my son.

Well, I have a son named Liam and he is the light of my life.  If I were to have another, I’d like Dermot, but those days are past so my only hope now is to wait for grandchildren years from now.

7. Favorite Food.

Seafood, avocados, Noosa yogurt and fruit, just not all together.  A crab or lobster salad with avocado is really nice though.

8. What is the last thing you bought?

New bedding for my bed last night.  Prior to that it was hockey gear for my son’s birthday.

9. Favorite book of all time.

Easy, the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.  I’ve read it so many times and am thinking of reading it again.


10. What is your favorite color?

Pink and French Country Blue

11. Do you have any pets?

I have a zoo.  We have 3 dogs, 3 cats, 4 bunnies, 2 hamsters and a baby squirrel that we are rehabilitating presently.

12. Favorite Perfume

Jessica McClintock.  It reminds me of my mom.  She gave me the bottle I have now and I use it sparingly just so I can have it longer.

13.  Am I religious?

Yes, I am happy to be Roman Catholic

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14. If I was a flower…

I would be a rose, a beautiful pink rose.


15. Have you ever been out of the country and how many times?

Yes mostly to Ireland.  My family is from there so we traveled there a great deal when I was a child.  As an adult I have just been back to Ireland and to Canada. I’ve also been to England.

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16. Do I speak another language?

I have some Spanish and although I took German in college, I don’t remember much at all.

17. How many siblings do I have?

I have one older brother.

18. How old am I?

46 years of fabulous

19. Do I drink?

Absolutely love a glass of good wine occasionally.  More often it’s two but with my dinner.  I love going out with my friends for dinner and wine!

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20. Last time I cried.

Last night.

21. Favorite TV show.

Outlander the series on Starz


22. How tall am I? 

5’3″ or 63 inches tall.  I’m vertically challenged.

23. What phone do I have?

Seriously, does that matter? It’s one that works.

24. Can I cook?

Julia Child I am not, but I know my way around a kitchen.  I jut don’t enjoy it like I used to.

25. What do I do for a living?

I am a professional registered nurse.  I love being a nurse and I’ve thought of going on in school, but I have 4 children to educate.  They come first, plus, I like what I’m doing.


26. My favorite part of my body?

My eyes and my smile.

27.Things I do better than others.

I write from my heart.  I do everything with compassion and empathy so it only makes sense that my writing comes from that place too.

Back to writing!

28. A compliment I’ve overheard.

That I am so kind and always have a smile on my face.

29. My relationship status

I’m happily married to the love of my life.

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30. Ask me about anything, right away!  I’ll answer it!  I promise!


When Friends Count

images (16)Lately, I’ve been feeling very down.  I know it’s not unusual for me to get this way but this time it’s been for a multitude of reasons.  If you’ve read any of my other posts, you know I’m a ridiculous worrier.  I worry about things and overthink everything.  Even when writing, I worry if anyone is really interested in the things I write.  Does anyone actually care?  I tend to write from my heart and my life experiences, so it makes me wonder is my life really interesting to anyone besides the people that know me?

I can tell you, it’s been rough lately.  I look at the numbers of those that visit my blogs.  I have the poetry blog and realize that not only do most people not visit it, no one ever comments on it, not even my Facebook friends.  Some of the poetry is good in my opinion and I will admit, some of it is, well, not particularly exciting.  If I’m lucky, I may have 5 or 6 people visit it on a good day.  I feel like quitting.  Then there is this blog.  My main blog. This is where I pour out my heart and soul and tell the world what’s on my mind.  I have a goal.  I have some followers.

images (55)I have those that read my blog and some leave me comments.  One has definitely become my friend.  She lifts my soul when I feel like I should just throw in the towel.  Trulyunplugged is her name on here and she is an amazing author.  I know her as Truly.  Her comments are encouraging and incredible.  She raises my spirit and actually, this morning, she brought tears of joy to my eyes.  I can’t tell you what her friendship means to me.  She lightens my heart, always knows the right thing to say and encourages me to continue writing when I think that no one really wants to read what I have to say.

I have a few friends that I know that always read my blogs that have been friends of mine for years.  They are on facebook and I love when they comment that they’ve enjoyed what they’ve read.  I love making that connection with people.  I love seeing that people have read and liked what they’ve read, but even more that what I’ve written has resonated with them somehow.  It’s all part of being human.  We all need to make connections with others.

So, I guess I’m no different from anyone else, I just feel it more than some, I suppose.  Thank you all for those of you who read my posts.  Thank you for liking and commenting.  I learn more everyday and I will persist.

I Should Be Sleeping

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An empty page just waiting for me!!  Nirvana!

Most people are sleeping at this hour of night.  Well, with the exception of those working night shift or those working evening shift, like I used to.  Regardless, I should be sleeping, but I’m not.  I have to be up and alert in a few short hours and what do you think I’m doing?  Oh, yes, most logically, I’m writing.  I just had to sit up in my bed, grab my laptop, scold the cat for getting on top of the hamster’s cage and write.

Yes, I do realize it’s 2AM, but my brain doesn’t seem to care.  The words just need to come out and be here, on this screen.  I have this compulsion to get the words to leave my brain via my fingertips and write at these very inconvenient times of day (or night).

This is the life that just is for me.  I have this addiction to writing, I suppose is what you might call it.  I just have to get the thoughts out and share them with blogland.  Since starting my blog, I have to tell you that I am humbled by those of you that have followed me and actually take time to read these random thoughts that flow freely onto the computer screen.  I do always write from my heart and I want to take this opportunity to tell you how grateful I am that you, yes, you, the one sitting there looking at your phone or computer screen, perhaps that’s a tablet of some sort, but you never the less, have taken time to get to know me through my blog.

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I should be counting stars or sheep instead of writing!

I guess this is also not only a thank you letter to you, but also a sort of follow up to my previous blog of why I write.  You see, I have to get my thoughts out, regardless of what time it is.  If I waited until morning, like some of the more sane people might, this would be completely different than it is right now.  I read in another blog about why we write that we write because we think and see the world in words.  We are words.  This is true for me.

The sun will rise and I’ll want to be sleeping, darn it!

I’ll take it one step further and let you in on a secret.  Speaking, I don’t always have the words flowing well, but with my writing, the world of words comes tumbling forth and I don’t stumble on them like I do in person.  I don’t get anxious when I’m writing.  It’s a true blessing for me.  At least I hope I don’t sound stupid when I write.  I always feel rather stupid when I talk, especially to people I don’t know very well.  There is my secret.

Anyway, my lovely readers, I thank you so much for taking the time and reading my blog.  It truly means the world to me.  Just ask my husband!  He’d be glad to tell you.  I’m always looking to see if there are any views on my 2 blogs.  This one always outdoes my poetry page, but I’m still trying to figure out how to make a like button on there.  No one ever leaves me a comment either!  So, if you want to see my subpar poetry, visit sometime.  It’s at and leave me a comment.  I get really, really excited if anyone but my hubby leaves me a comment on there, which no one ever does!!


I Write Because…

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Empty pages ready to be filled!

I love to write.  I just can’t help myself.  I find myself at the keyboard wondering “what shall I write about” and Boom! there it is.  I just find something that I want to write about or I find a daily prompt and once started, I have to finish.  Sometimes it’s poetry, sometimes it’s one of my family’s musings or perhaps just something that I find interesting.  Whatever the case may be, I have to write.

Writing to me is an outlet.  It’s a form of communication that I’ve been using ever since I learned how to spell.  Spelling was always my best subject in grade school and now, well, I’m still writing.  I used to get in trouble when I was little.  I would go off crying to my room and I would inevitably look for my Winnie the Pooh to wipe my tears after a good cry.  I’d tell him how I’d been wronged and after we had a good chat I would see the error of my ways and always, always write an apology letter to my mom.  It would read something like this “Dear Mommy, I’m so sorry for making you mad.  I promise not to do it again.  Please forgive me.  Love, Deirdre”.

I’ve written many letters over the years.  I’ve still got letters from my husband from when we dated in high school and college, but he doesn’t have my love letters.  I just love the written word.  It’s so powerful.  My mother always told me to be careful what you write.  Be sure that you don’t hurt anyone with your words because once it’s on paper, you can’t take it back.  Very good advice I’ve always lived by.

I write to tell stories.  Our stories become our histories.  It’s how our generation will be remembered by the next ones.  I always wanted my mother to write her stories down, but she didn’t.  Now, I have to remember them because she was called home by God last November.  She didn’t have the chance to write them down.  That was what she had planned to do this year.

I write to express my feelings.  When we feel joy, what better way to express that than to write. The same goes for sadness, anger, in the right context without hurting anyone. I usually write poetry to express my feelings.  I used to write poetry all the time then I sort of got away from it.  I’m writing it daily now and I’m feeling empowered and refreshed just in the act of writing it.

I write for the sheer joy of writing.  Writing to me is not a chore.  Writing to me is like breathing.  I just hope that some people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy sharing my ideas with the world.  My daughter, Katie, asked if I was trying to become internet famous.  I told her no, but wouldn’t that be wild if that did somehow happen?  I don’t think I write that well, but I do enjoy seeing that there are people reading my posts and enjoying them.  I want to share my love of writing with the world.  I especially enjoy seeing where everyone is from and reading everyone else’s posts.

These are a few of the reasons I write.  How about you?  What are your reasons for writing?  What do you enjoy about my writing?  Please share any comments with me.  I love that connection with everyone.


This is written as part of a link up to Finish the Sentence Friday. This week’s sentence was ‘I write because…’. Head on over and view the rest! They’re always a blast to read!