Great things just bad timing

I go on vacation for a week and immediately get contacted about two job openings! When I’m out of town and can’t do anything! All I can say is I’m out of town. I don’t have a laptop with me so I don’t even have a copy of my resume to send. I am thankful to have people reaching out to me notifying me of job openings!

Things always seem to happen like that. Is it just me or does bad timing happen to everyone?

I have a sunburn and I’m tired. Maybe it’s just me. Have a great week!

Blessed, thankful, grateful

Rough Week

It’s been a tough week to finish up! I had a ton of projects to complete at work. My son started summer camp. He had baseball games. It was crazy running to get everything done. It was the six year Anniversary of my Dad’s murder. But this coming week is vacation! I get to sleep in tomorrow! And even though I should work and complete a few tasks, I think I’ll spend time with my family instead 😊

We were supposed to go camping. We love camping. But our travel trailer has some serious problems. You almost fall through the floor just walking across it! Serious manufacturer defect! The manufacturer is sending a towing company to get the travel trailer. I hope they fix it but we have had terrible luck the past two years!

Looking forward to time to relax and swim. Hoping for sunshine 🌞 and warm weather!

Vacation, camping, bad luck, tough times, thankful, grateful, blessed


Today is the six year anniversary. Six long years. My Dad was murdered six years ago today. One of those things we all think will NEVER happen to us, until it does. It was a beautiful sunny Tuesday, just like today. I get a call on my cell phone but someone was in my office and it was a number I didn’t recognize so I let it go to voicemail. They left a voicemail. My meeting ended and I checked voicemails. My brother was the one that called from the unknown number. At the end of the message he started crying. I called the number back and he told me my Dad had been shot. I just kept saying “What?” I hung up the phone. I called my husband and told him. His response, “I was going to mow the yard.” I can laugh now because I realize he was in shock too but at the time I screamed something to the effect that I’m going to my Mom and Dad’s house. He said he would pick up our son and be right there to get me.

I can remember it all like it was yesterday. It’s in high definition and I can remember times and conversations and little things that I should have forgotten by now. I calmly called one of my employees into my office and told them everything that needed done. They asked what was wrong so I told them. I called my boss. I told him every meeting I had planned and all that he needed to do in my absence since he’s in a different state. He asked what was wrong so I told him. He gasped! I finished the conversation and hung up the phone. I finished up some work and checked to see where my husband was because I just wanted to leave and it felt like forever. I never shed a tear. It was the strangest feeling but I knew I had to keep it together. I’m thankful I did because my co-workers were horrible when I returned to work. I cannot imagine how much worse they would have been if I had cried and been hysterical.

My husband arrived and we left my vehicle at work and he drove to my parents house. As we got on the interstate a couple miles from work, I began to cry. I was overwhelmed! My son was only three so he started to cry. We stopped and got him something to eat and I sat beside him in the back. We drove to my parents house and then to the garden where my father was murdered.

He was planting in his garden on his hands and knees. He was shot at close range with a 12 gauge shot gun. The State Police told us this news in an open field with news cameras rolling. They said it like they were giving someone directions on how to find a store.

We stood in that field for hours. My Dad’s body laid there for over 7 hours before the medical examiner arrived. They wouldn’t let us see him. I didn’t believe it was him. How could someone murder him while he was planting in his garden? He would have given anyone the shirt off his back! We still have no answers and no one has been charged. But everyone in that area can tell you who killed him. How does this happen? How do you commit murder and get away with it?

I have no answers, just a lot of grief. And the knowledge that life is short. You need to cherish every moment and tell your loved ones how much you love them!

grief, painful memories, murder

Why choose Hatred?

I will never understand why someone would hate another person or group of people that they do not know. If someone does something wrong to me, I may dislike them and not want to be around them. But hate them? Why hate them? Go on your way, mind your business, and let it go! Why waste time in your precious life giving them another thought? People have a right to behave differently, believe differently, and choose differently than me. And good for them! But it doesn’t bother me. The keyboard warriors who do nothing but argue must have really miserable lives! It’s not my place to change anyone. I’m on the planet for a short time and have things I want to accomplish. I’ll focus on that instead but really wish everyone could be kind and make the world a better place.

I guess maybe the anniversary of my Dad’s murder makes me think too much about kindness and treating people right. But I don’t even hate the murderer. I don’t like what happened and would give just about anything to have my Dad back. But wasting my life on hatred? That accomplishes nothing.

Be kind. Treat people how you want to be treated.


I’ve thought about starting a blog for awhile. I wasn’t sure. I put it off. I finally just did it! Doesn’t it feel great to make a decision and move forward! Amazing! Sometimes we just need to TRY things! I certainly do anyway. This is basically just to share thoughts and things that happen every day. We each have those experiences, but many people won’t discuss difficult emotions. They won’t admit that they don’t have all the answers. They won’t discuss mistakes because it somehow makes them feel like a failure. I’ve made so many mistakes!! I can’t even begin to remember them all. But you learn from mistakes and that’s really important. Except some people don’t which is really sad. I’ve experienced loss, trauma, motherhood, tons of work experiences (good and bad), lots of therapy (probably not enough), and many other life experiences that are just amazing. Until recently, I didn’t realize how blessed I was! I tended to be stressed all the time and pretty unhappy which leads to a miserable life! Why on earth be like that? I’m learning to change each and every day. I want to be happy. I want to enjoy every moment with my son. I want to HAVE FUN! I want to learn to laugh at my mistakes and try harder the next time. I look forward to meeting people, learning new things, and writing!