A Birthday Letter of Sorts 

Today would have been your 75th birthday. I still hear your voice but sometimes it sounds like a faint whisper. 

I know your okay. I’m okay too. I wanted you to know what I’ve been up too since it’s   been so long and we don’t talk like we used to…

The week before last, I was in charge of a very big command milestone. I wore my brand new uniform (I can’t remember if I told you that the Navy finally made me a Chief).  So crisp, white and shiny. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw a glimpse of you…

Can you believe that in October I will have completed 20 years in the Navy? I reenlisted for 4 more. I wish you were here to see me finish what I started. 


I hope I still make you proud…

My oldest has been working her real grown up job for a year now. Can you believe she’s 23? Where has the time gone?

These tears as I write this feels like it was just yesterday and not 8 years ago. 

The girls are getting so big and so are their mouths. I find myself pulling a play from your playbook. Who knew…I would morph into sounding like my mama completely. 

The boy…a big handful. Spoiled rotten. Attached to my hip. Yet, he keeps the laughter in my house. He forces me to keep using my imagination. You’ve never seen him before. He’s so silly. He looks just like his dad. 


Yesterday Roderick and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary. Can you believe it? Someone has been able to put up with my crap for 8 years. His hair hasn’t turned white yet so I guess I haven’t “plucked his last damn nerve yet.” Your words. Not mine. 


After 8 years he finally got me a present with real meaning. Guess squawking really pays off. I wanted you to see it. 


Some things haven’t changed much. I still drink my MT Dew, vacuum my floors in the same direction, love my bacon, and desserts. I have stepped up my cooking game. I will probably go to culinary school next year if I can fit it into my schedule. We will see. 

I don’t want you to be mad because I haven’t been to your grave. I can’t bring myself to do it. I hold you in my heart always and I don’t need to go there to be reminded of who you are. 

Until next time, I love and miss you. Happy Birthday, Ma!

Love always,

Me

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It’s 12:45 in the morning and I have to be at work in a few hours. Yet, I’m wide awake fantasizing about you.

I already miss you. It feels like you’ve been away forever but it’s only been two days. 

I bury my nose into you pillow. I can smell your scent…the faint smell of your cologne. I squeeze the pillow. Holding it tight close to me. 

I close my eyes and I see you. 

I want to kiss you. 

I want to act like when we first met. 

I want to sit on the phone, talk for hours, hear you breathing on the other end even though I just saw you. 

I want to hold hands and take a walk along the beach. 

Pausing for a moment for a soft kiss. 

Snapping back to reality…

We won’t do those kind of things. It was just a fantasy. Real life took over this relationship a long time ago. 

We will text instead of actually talking. 

Work…home…fuss…TV…fuss…eat…fuss…gym…repeat!

Do you ever fantasize? What do you fantasize about? 

Feel free to share…

Can Men and Women be Friends? Guest Post by Anonymous 

Sitting here thinking. I don’t most of time, but I have been this week…

Can men and women just be friends? 

Can two married people be just friends without their spouses?

What if each spouse doesn’t know how much the two actually talk via messages, social media, calling, etc. Is this wrong? 

In my opinion, if your spouse doesn’t know all details of your convo, then there is something wrong with it…it’s OK to be friendly and stuff but if your conversation can not be shared and it crosses friendship lines then you are in bad grounds period. 

Are you in a relationship as such? 

What are your options? 

I have no issue with friends but secrets etc cross alot of lines. Respect is a two way street! In my opinion, that’s what’s wrong with folks these days..they always looking over the fence imagining about the grass in the other yard.

So I repeat. 

 Can men and women just be friends and leave sex out of there conversation or thoughts? Hmmmm?

Please be kind…I’m using my blog as an outlet for some shy writers. The views expressed do not necessarily reflect my own opinions ~ Prudence 

Chicken and Waffles…

I’m not a fan of breakfast food but recently I went to a little Restaurant called The Egg Bistro. 

Okay, I’ve actually been there two times this week. That’s just how good the food was. 

The first time I ordered two pancakes, thick cut peppered bacon and some country ham. No one told me that the pancakes were massive. I barely made it halfway through my plate before I was full. The pancakes were amazing. My only complaint is that they don’t warm the syrup. However, I’m sure if I wouldn’t have been so busy stuffing my face I probably could have asked. 

Today, I was sitting next to a table and the lady sitting there ordered the chicken and waffles. Now, I wanted the pancakes  bad and had been thinking about them everyday this week but as soon as I saw that beautiful display of food, I immediately changed my mind on the pancakes and decided to try something different. Different as in waffles and not my faithful love of pancakes. 

Yes, I’m a true creature of habit. Once I find something I like, I won’t order anything else off the menu. Because I’m eating of course what I like. 


Doesn’t it look pretty?

The waffles came with a caramel bourbon sauce. Which I immediately asked for an extra cup of once I tasted it. 

Absolutely delicious! 

It was so good I wanted to lick the plate clean but I had already ate too much. Now here’s the real shock. My meal came with the chicken and waffles and a plate of cubed hash browns and it was only 10.99. Can you believe it? That’s a lot of food. Because I’m greedy, I also ordered the thick cut peppered bacon and a strawberry mimosa with a splash of champagne. 


They could have dressed the glass better but no worries…I killed it too!

Needless to say, I ate all the bacon, chicken, waffles, and potatoes. Driving him, my eyes were so heavy that I thought I was going to fall asleep. 


I’m going back again before the weekend is over. 

P.S. I took my son, the picky eater and they actually had boiled eggs, sausage, and fresh fruit that was satisfactory to his likes. He was a happy camper when he left too. The waitress was very impressed that he knew exactly what he wanted to eat. 

That One Song Will Get You        
A lot of people will say music speaks to their situation. Whatever you have gone through or are going through there’s always a sound that you can relate too. Then there’s that one song that will get you. 

 That song that takes you to a place in time or a memory of your life that you’ve tucked away somewhere deep inside. Over the years I’ve heard many people talk about that one song. That one song for me was “My First Love” by Avant. 

 It takes me back to a time where I was with my first love. We were together during my school days but for one reason or another her family moved away. We had made love for the first time before she left and we promised each other we would stay in touch. We wrote each other but eventually the letters stopped and the phone calls stopped coming in. 

 Once we were adults she had reached out but by then she was married with children. She told me that her parents kept the letters I wrote and never told her until she became an adult. She thought I had stopped writing her so naturally she stopped writing and had moved on, much like I had. 

 For a long time I use to wonder what would have happened if we stayed in touch. Would we have made it work, would she have waited for me, what would our kids have looked like? At the end of the day we both moved on and went our own individual ways, she’s become a success in her profession and I’m doing pretty well too but to quote that one song that will get me, “Long as I live, she will be my first love…..”

– Anonymous 

Hesitate

Stark darkness 

Up the winding staircase

Click clack…Click clack…

The punctilious clicking of heels crossing the stone cold concrete floor

A few more feet to the door

Reach out

Touch the smooth metal handle to open the door

Heart beating

Pounding rhythmically inside the chest

Standing still

Hesitate to pull the handle 

Hesitate to open the door

Hesitate to see what’s on the other side of the door

Here goes

Deep breath

Inhale

Exhale

Push open the door

Hesitate

Walk to the plain sterile desk

“Hello, my name is…I have an appointment with”

I hate the dentist!

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