Murphy’s Law or Perfect Timing

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!

This is my response to the Daily Prompt: Comedy of Errors

“Oh Shit!” I said as I bounded out of bed and began running for the bathroom to get showered. “I’m going to miss my flight,” I thought.

I know I set my alarm. It never fails. Whenever I need to be someplace important, something always goes wrong. The last time I had to be in Philadelphia to close a big land deal my company worked on for over a year and on my way to the meeting I slipped on ice, not more than a block away, and broke my wrist.

Well, I’ll be damned, if I was going to let that stop me. I picked myself up from the sidewalk, gathered my things and trudged the rest of the way in excruciating pain. Thank goodness the bone didn’t break the skin, but I tell you it definitely was a sight for sore eyes. They admired my desire to see the deal to the end and each time I winced in pain I was urged to go to the hospital. When my hand went

Easy Street?

“Humph. Easy street,” Jackie said as she walked down Meadow Lane.

Jackie finally made it.  She was living on easy street or rather Meadow Lane.   Ever since she was a little girl she had hopes and dreams of living on Meadow Lane.  Anybody and everybody that was somebody lived on Meadow Lane.  And now she’s somebody and lives on Meadow Lane.

Meadow Lane is aptly named because once upon a time it was a meadow.  It’s lined on both sides with the fattest and greenest American Holly evergreen shrubs. Growing on the meadow are a variety of holly trees, rhododendrons, azaleas, and to many wild flowers to name.  It’s absolutely breathtaking.  And of course a few cottage style houses peppered here and there.

Jackie has always wanted live in Mrs. Pearson’s house.  She thought it was the finest thing she had ever seen with its stone and stucco work.  The large bay window that practically took up the left side of the house.  The arched doorways inside and out.  The trellis with ivy growing on it. 

Update: Where I’ve Been

I made a rather rash decision this fall and it has really been kicking my backside. I decided to go back to school and get a second degree in Adult Education. So, between working full-time and going to school practically full-time there hasn’t been much time for anything.

Getting my degree in Adult Education has been a dream that has been postponed for a long time and I decided to finally fulfill it. Once upon a time some years ago, I taught 9th grade English and it was somewhat fulfilling; but I always new that it was not the end all and be all. In other words it was a job and was aware it would be a short lived job. It was. Lasted one year. Then I moved on to being a trainer. Didn’t love it (because of the company) but found it much more fulfilling.

Hopefully you’ll stay tuned because I do have quite a few upcoming posts. In order to maintain my sanity, reduce the number of increasing bald spots, and continue having decent posts there will be a couple of changes.  In order to have quality posts, I’ll probably post two or three times a week.

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Secrets

Everyone has secrets. Some secrets come out of a sincere desire not to hurt the ones you love the most, while others come about because you’re ashamed, and still yet others come about because you are afraid of how others might judge you. But no matter how a secret comes about they are usually terrible things to bear.

I kept the secret to myself for years, but once I hit my teenage years it became increasingly difficult to hide. Growing up in a very tight knit,

Spread Love

One of my best and proudest holiday memory is when I decided to help someone else have a Merry Christmas.  I’ve always wanted to do some volunteer work at a shelter and I finally decided to do it.

I volunteer a few days a week at a my local children’s hospital — reading to children, playing games, holding and feeding abandoned and developmentally delayed babies, and during one of my visits a hospital social worker comes in with a prospective foster parent for a baby

I Love You

I  remember it like it was yesterday, well maybe not quite like yesterday but definitely not some 21 years ago — the first time someone other than a family member told me, “I love you.”  It came from my first real boyfriend.  I think back on that time and there were actually a lot of firsts during this time in my life.

It was my first year in college and away from the safety net of home and my parents; I had my first real boyfriend, one that actually cared how my day went; my first real kiss that meant something; and of course my first ‘I love you’.