“Qiet” times at the Fiddle

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Nestled in the heart of Thomas, West Virginia is a quaint and charming little bar known as The Purple Fiddle. The atmosphere is laid back, the people are lovely, and you’re guaranteed to make a new friend or two. This scene was needed after an overwhelming, stressful, & chaotic two weeks for both Amanda and I, so last night we visited this quaint little bar, and we both had the most amazing time, but then again, making memories with this lovely woman never gets old!

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When Amanda mentioned the band that was playing I had no idea that I would fall in love with their eclectic sound, but I did. Music has always been one of my passions, and as Amanda and I both discussed yesterday, we don’t just hear the music, we feel it, and because of this,  I very much enjoy discovering new music.

Qiet, (pronounced quiet) is unlike anything I’ve heard before with sounds of Ska, Folk Rock, and Spanish Guitar all mixed into one.

The lead singer of the band, Christopher Vincent, started with a few solo pieces before the rest of the band joined him, and I must say that his words captivated me and left me feeling breathless. I apologize, I can’t recall the names of the songs he sang, and I searched the internet, and while I did find a few of his solo pieces, none were the songs I heard last night. There are two that stick out in my mind.

The first one he sang was about an “island” all alone, and there was one particular line that made the crowd disappear, and I felt like Christopher, this complete stranger was singing words that stemmed from my soul. Isn’t it amazing how music can do that?

“Her hair turned gray after her mother died.” This simple line stopped me, stole my breath, and left me feeling somewhat exposed. After the death of my mother my hair turned gray, not all of it, but I have a very prominent gray streak in my hair, that was barely noticeable until my mother passed away. I have never had trouble with aging, it’s something we all must do, and 33 is hardly old, but I’ve always been told that I look much younger than I am, and this gray streak gives me away. I didn’t even realize it was an insecurity of mine until I heard his words, “Her hair turned gray after her mother died.” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I have no reason to be insecure of this gray streak, because how beautiful is it to have such a gentle reminder of my mother, every time I look in the mirror, and every time I see this gray streak in my hair I can think of her, and I can think of how I am still standing here, enjoying my life, just as I promised her I would. Thank you, mom for this beautiful gift, and thank you, Christopher for this beautiful reminder, that I am not alone!

The second song was about the hate of man, and before Christopher sang this absolutely beautiful piece, he spoke of how he doesn’t necessarily like singing songs like this because he feels as if he is inflicting his opinions on the world, and that he is on his soapbox, but he went on anyway. He mentioned that he feels that there is so much hate in the world because we are not the great listeners that we claim to be. I have a feeling that I would have no problem listening to every beautiful word that falls from his lips while he’s up on his soapbox talking about the hate in the world, because I have a feeling that I would absolutely agree with every word.

I don’t want to compare Christopher to another musician because his style is so unique, however; I will say that his voice reminded me of Bradley Nowell of Sublime, and his guitar skills like Prince. Yes, the man is that talented!

Neil told me once that Prince doesn’t just play guitar, he makes love to it, and I couldn’t help but think that as I watched Christopher play, he puts his soul in his music, and I absolutely love when musicians give a little bit of themselves in their music, it’s pure, raw, and unadulterated, and I think the world needs more of that, we just need to LISTEN!

The rest of the band is pretty amazing too! They are all high energy, all in sync with one another, and so much fun!

If you ever find yourself in Thomas, West Virginia, I highly recommend you check out the Purple Fiddle, and if you’re lucky enough to get a chance to see the band Qiet. I implore you do to do so!

I doubt that Christopher or any one else in the band reads this, but if by some chance you do, I want you to know that your music moved me, it touched a piece of my soul, and I hung on every single note. I just can’t get enough! I can’t wait to see you guys again!

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite song’s that I’ve heard so far:

I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do.

Love & life lessons,


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Grief, Time, and Life Lessons

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I just celebrated my 3rd New Year’s without my mother. It’s weird that’s how I measure time now. It’s been so many hours, days, months, and now years. Last night I could not get my mind to shut off, and it kept replaying memories of the night my mother died. I like to refer to that night as “morbidly beautiful.” Watching her take her last breath was not pleasant, nor was there anything beautiful about that exact moment, but what happened afterwards was something I never really took the time to allow myself to truly feel until last night. I looked down at my mother’s shell knowing that she was no longer there, she was finally at peace, the beauty of the situation was the closeness of my family and how in one moment we all came together. I don’t think my cousin, Brian left my side for the remainder of that day. I received countless hugs from him, and I remember him asking me what he could do. I think I replied “This,” as he continued to hold me. The only person that wasn’t there was my brother, and at the time I felt sorry that he couldn’t be there, but now I’m grateful, because the memories he has of my mom’s last days are pleasant. She wasn’t fully coherent, she kept forgetting what she was going to say, but she still had her spirit. The worst thing I think I’ve ever heard from my mom was her apologizing for dying. That’s not something I would wish for my brother, and I have so many good memories of my mom, but that’s the memory of her that replays the most in my mind.

After the death of my mom I became a different person. I remember that night I thought I would enjoy being surrounded by friends, and I apologize to Jason and Devynn now because the entire time they were at my house all I did was sit on the couch and stare at the wall. I can’t remember if I even said anything to them. I remember feeling completely empty, and wanting to cry, but the tears would no longer come as I had been crying all day. I told my husband about when I was a child and I lost my grandmother, I had to have grief counseling because I couldn’t cope, and my husband told me to take all the time I needed, he understood, unfortunately, he lost his mother too. I remember a long time had passed since she died, almost 2 years, and my husband came to me and told me that he would support me no matter what, and that he understood I had every right to be sad, but it wasn’t healthy for me to be in the state I was in. That I had this inner child in me that needed to be let out, that he wanted his wife back. I felt horrible, not at his words, he was truly concerned for my well-being, but I honestly didn’t realize the shape I was in. I thought I was acting like myself. I remember really trying, I had to make an effort to laugh and smile, and for those of you who know me, you know that is something that normally comes very easy for me. I’m easily amused. It didn’t really hit me just how much I wear my heart on my sleeve until my previous boss who came back as the Director of the department I work for noticed this change. Of course, I believed my husband, and I can’t hide my emotions from him, he knows me better than anyone, but I thought I could hide them well from the rest of the world. Apparently, I was wrong. My previous boss came into my office, closed the door and spoke these exact words: “Kristian, I have asked you what is wrong, and you keep telling me you’re fine. You are not fine. I can see it on your face. You are not the same Kristian. You were the one to brighten everyone else’s days. I remember a time when the entire office was grumpy, and you went in and threw confetti on everyone’s desk and told us to cheer up. Where is that Kristian?” I was literally speechless. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I had no answer for her, how could I have gotten so far away from who I truly was? My best friend, Amanda messaged my husband numerous times to ask about how I was doing, because she knew, even though she was miles away in another State at the time, that I was not myself. I honestly had no idea!

The reason I am writing this is that I find myself slipping back into the dark place. After the death of my mom my desire to become a mother grew. I wanted that bond between mother and child back, and I wanted it with a child of my own. Almost all of my friends have babies, and I am overjoyed for them, I really and truly am, but I don’t see them as much as I’d like, and it’s not because I don’t want to see them, or that they don’t want to see me, it’s time. I get it, I really do, they have children who have to stay on certain schedules, and they hang out with other mom’s so that their children can play together, and in social settings they all talk about how their kids keep them up at night, and all I can think about is what I wouldn’t give to say that the reason I can’t sleep at night is because my child keeps me up rather than my recurring, demonic nightmares, or thoughts of my mothers death, or the million things I need to do around the house and at work. So I retreat back into my corner, alone, as the woman who keeps trying and failing to conceive. Again, please don’t think I’m being resentful, I truly am happy for my friends who have children, and even more grateful for the ones who don’t know the pain of not being able to conceive. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

I absolutely love the song “Let it Be” by the Beatles. I have a quote next to my desk at work that says “Let it Be,” to remind me to just breathe when things get overwhelming, it’s okay to not be okay, and sometimes the best thing I can do is walk away from a situation and just “Let it Be.” So I have recently come to terms with the fact that I may never be able to have a child of my own. That may not be in my cards, and while that’s hard to accept, I need to. I’m not saying I’m going to stop trying, or that it absolutely will not happen, I have no way of knowing, so I’m just going to “Let it Be.”

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Love and life lessons,


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Thank you Mondays, #7

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My seventh “thank you” is to my Aunt Nancy.

Aunt Nancy,

Thank you for being like a second mom to me. For giving me advice, letting me vent, and loving me like one of your own. I know we don’t talk or get together as often as we should (I want to change that soon), but I want you to know that I love you dearly, and I cherish the many memories we have created, and I look forward to many more! I hope to see you soon.

Much love & hugs,


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The Road to Healthy Part 2


One week of the “Road to Healthy” is in the books! It wasn’t as difficult to make the adjustments to my diet as I thought it would be. Last Tuesday, I forgot that I had a meeting and didn’t pack a lunch. I was pressed for time, so I ran to McDonald’s, which I could literally walk to from work. I ordered an Artisan grilled chicken sandwich, but I threw out the bread & toppings, and I had a side salad with balsamic vinaigrette to go with it. It was really good, and low calorie! I have been doing really well so far, and I’m enjoying trying new recipe’s, even Neil is loving the new diet!

Here are a few of my favorites from last week:


Maryland Crab Soup


                                                       MARYLAND CRAB SOUP

  • 2 tablespoons Old Bay Seasoning (I used more, but we LOVE Old Bay!)
  • 1 tablespoon Worcestershire Sauce
  • 3 cups beef broth (I used an entire box of Sams Choice Organic Beef Bone Broth, about 4 cups)
  • 2 cups water (Instead of water, I used the juice from the diced, canned tomatoes)
  • 1 cup of all of the following ingredients:
    • carrots, sliced
    • potato, cut into small cubes (I omitted potatoes) – For the rest of the veggies I used a bag of frozen vegetables)
    • yellow sweet corn, frozen
    • lima beans, frozen
    • peas, frozen
  • 25 oz can diced tomatoes
  • Half of 1 medium onion, diced
  •  6 oz can of tomato paste
  • Freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 lb crab meat, cooked …I used Backfin, but lump and claw work just fine. I’ve found in soups, it all tastes good!

1.) Place in Crockpot on high for 2-3 hours.

2.) Enjoy!


Blue Corn Chips and Red Roasted Pepper Hummus!



  • One large pot filled with water (Makes about a gallon)
  • 5 Tazo Wild Orange tea bags
  • 5 Celestial Seasonings Country Peach Passion tea bags

Brew on stove for 12 minutes on high

Turn off heat, and let tea bags steep for 8 minutes

Remove tea bags & add 1 cup of agave nectar

Let cool & pour in gallon sized pitcher

Refrigerate & enjoy cold!

Stay tuned for more recipe’s & snacks next week. I am constantly trying new things! I will post my progress monthly. My weight tends to fluctuate a lot when I start working out, which is my goal for this week, so I don’t want to post weekly updates on my progress, as it tends to discourage me.

Thanks for reading!

Love & life lessons,


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The Road to Healthy Part 1

Hello, Readers,

I wrote a post a while back about my goals to get healthy, I had lost some weight but when my mom was on her death bed I did not stick with my diet and I ended up gaining the weight back. I have been beating myself up over it, but not actually doing anything about it.

Last week I had enough, I took a deep breath and had a much needed deep conversation with myself. I need to stop being so hard on myself and accept the fact that I am human and that I have flaws just like everyone else. One of those flaws is that I am an emotional eater. Accepting this about myself is the only way I am able to change it. It is perfectly understandable that the loss of my mother hit me hard, but it’s time that I get back on track.

Before my mom died I did the 21 day fix, and ate “clean.” I lost 6 lbs in the first week! I am going to incorporate some clean eating in my diet but I am mostly doing the Paleo diet. It is the simplest one in my opinion to meal plan for, it also works with mine and Neil’s lifestyle, and it is one we can stick to. The only difference is I am not going completely carb free. I am doing low-carb. I feel like whole grains, oats, and yogurt are fine in moderation.

I am cutting out the biggies like soda, sugar, white bread, white potatoes, and pasta. (I will have these very sparingly on rare occasions throughout the year.) This is a lifestyle change, not a diet, so I feel that if I eat healthy most of the time and allow myself a “treat” every once in a while, I will be fine. This is how I should be living, this is how I will continue to live!

I have been inspired to try and find ways to make my favorite “unhealthy” foods healthy. Healthy does not mean it can’t taste good!

I will be sharing my favorite non-gmo snacks, recipes, recipe experiments, and updates on my weight loss as we go.

I also LOVE to dance, so that is going to be my cardio along with walking, and I am going to use a medicine ball and kettle bells for weight training!

Stay tuned for upcoming posts on “The Road to Healthy!”

Love & life lessons,



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Fan Fiction Chapter 2


I’m sorry for taking so long to get this written. My life has been insanely hectic lately. It feels so good to continue writing this story!

I have also included Part 1 in case you missed it.

Part One


The Mysterious Case of The Appalachian Woman, Part 2

The rain pelted against the windshield of my Buick Encore and my already white knuckled grip on the steering wheel tightened as I strained to see the road ahead of me. The curly haired detective had fallen asleep beside me and the sound of his soft snores filled the car. Suddenly, a loud clasp of thunder startled the detective awake and he shouted “Mycroft,” as he sat up, hitting his head on the grab handle above the passenger side door window. I bit my lip to stifle a giggle as he glared at the handle like he was trying to destroy it with his retinas.

“Mycroft. Your brother, Mycroft?” I asked.

“How many Mycroft’s do you know?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.


The storm had finally died down and much to my surprise the remainder of the 3 ½ hour trip was quite enjoyable. Sherlock and I talked about our families, we learned about each other’s favorite past times, foods, and had deep conversations about ourselves and the world around us. Surprisingly, Sherlock would turn up the stereo volume when a song would come on the radio that he liked, and we both found ourselves singing along. This was a side of Sherlock I had never seen, neither in the books nor in real life, but I suppose centuries of life experiences can alter ones character from time to time.

After pulling into my sister’s driveway I shut off the car and just sat there staring at the beautifully weathered porch swing. I’m not sure how long I sat there just staring and remembering times with my sister, mom, and Grammy on that very same swing, but it must have been a few minutes because Sherlock grabbed my hand, breaking me from my reverie.

“Everything alright?” He asked concerned.

“Yes, I just have so many childhood memories here, and I was taken back when I saw the porch swing,” I said as I pointed to it. “The very same one that I used as a child.”

Sherlock said nothing, just nodded his response and looked at the house. I watched him and knew he was already making his deductions.  When we did finally exit the car, Sherlock walked right onto the porch and left me to get our luggage. I huffed annoyingly as I opened the hutch to retrieve our duffle bags.

“Kristin, what’s taking so long?” Sherlock shouted from the porch.

“Well, I had to grab all of our stuff since you didn’t help me with it.” I snapped.

“Oh, should I have grabbed the bags?”

“It would have been the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Well I’ll remember that next time.” He pats me on the shoulder and spins around quickly and starts knocking on the door.

I rolled my eyes. I still don’t understand how someone so intelligent can do something unbelievably sweet and romantic without even trying, and then turn right around and show absolutely no respect for the people around him, and he honestly doesn’t mean  to be disrespectful, or romantic, for that matter.

“Stop it.” He said using that deeper octave, baritone voice that I have grown to love so much.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking, it’s putting me off.”

“So sorry for using my brain, Holmes. I’ll try to refrain next time.” I replied sardonically.

“Thank you.” He replied with a smirk, although, I couldn’t see it.

Sherlock was just about to knock a second time, but he lowers his fist, and a couple seconds later, Laura Beth opens the door and greats us, excitedly.

“Oh. My. Gosh! It’s really you. Thee Sherlock Holmes is standing right in front of me!” She then grabs Sherlock and embraces him in a hug.

Sherlock stiffens at first, but then lifts an arm and pats her on the back. “It’s nice to meet you Laura Beth.”

She giggles as she lets him go and then skips over to me and practically knocks me down as she wraps her arms around me.

We both giggle like teenage girls and I kiss her cheek. “It’s so great to see you. How have you been?” I asked.

“Okay, still a little shaken up from this morning.”

I comfortingly rubbed her arm and told her that was understandable. A comfortable silence fell between the three of us as Laura Beth laid her head on my shoulder, my eyes drifted back to the porch swing, and Sherlock’s gaze was fixed on me. I didn’t notice, but Laura Beth did. She smiled and winked at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat. “I don’t mean to interrupt this lovely reunion, but I do believe there’s a body the doctor and I need to examine.” He narrowed his eyes at Laura Beth as if he was trying to convey a message, and she couldn’t wipe the smirk from her face.”

“Did I miss something?” I asked.

“As ever, my dear Watson, you see but do not observe.”  Sherlock stated.

“I could say the same about you, Holmes.” I replied as I pushed past him with our bags and set them inside the house.

At the morgue I examined what remained of the body, as it had been badly burned. It was hard to determine her age, my estimate was that she was in her early 40’s, but I would have to wait on the autopsy reports to confirm it. I also noticed that her fingerprints had been deliberately burned off.

The police have ruled the death as suicide, but Sherlock and I both believe that ruling is false.

“Why don’t you think this is suicide?” Laura Beth asked.

“For starters, it’s highly unlikely this woman would strategically place the sleeping pills and liquor bottle on the ground, and then proceed to lie down, cover herself in kerosene, place the empty kerosene containers next to her body, and light herself on fire.” I replied.

“Precisely,” said Sherlock. “Also, notice the bruising on her neck, and the fact that she was lying naked in the woods. Something isn’t adding up. Also, her fingerprints were burned off before this fire. Notice that her hands are not scorched.”

“Why would someone burn off her fingerprints prior to this burning?” Laura Beth asked.

“She burned off her own fingerprints.”

“Why would she do that?”

“So that she couldn’t be tracked, maybe she’s a criminal, or a spy. At any rate, she didn’t want her true identity to be found.”

“Oh, you are very good.”

Sherlock looked at Laura Beth and smiled before turning his attention to me. “I think we should head to where Laura Beth found the body.”

“Swallow falls.” I replied.

“We might be able to discover something there.” Sherlock replied as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the morgue. I had to jog to keep up with his long strides, and Laura Beth was jogging along behind us.

The crime scene had been cleared of everything and taken to the lab to be analyzed. Sherlock dug in the dirt hoping to find something, anything that might give us a clue as to who this woman was, but nothing was found. Frustrated, Sherlock walked off pulling up the collar on his trench coat. “Come along, Laura Beth and Kristin. The game is on.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman




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Thank You Mondays #6

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My sixth “thank you” is to my grandma by marriage, Rosalie.


Thank you for loving me and accepting me into your family. I want to thank you for all that you do for Neil and I. We are very blessed to have you in our lives. Thank you for keeping an eye on Neil while he was in Baltimore. I hated that I couldn’t be with him, but took comfort in knowing that you and Caitlyn were there to see him. I am extremely thankful for the bond you & I have created over the years. I look forward to our next “wine chat.” I can’t wait to see you hopefully in a few weeks!

Much love,


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Thank you Monday’s #5

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My fifth “thank you” is to my good friend and blogging buddy, Laura Beth. Today is also her birthday!!

Dear Laura Beth,

First thing’s first, Happy Birthday, my dear! I know I promised you last year I would get something sent out in time for your birthday, and I apologize that it didn’t happen, but I know you understand my situation. You can be expecting something in the mail later this week. 🙂

Thank you for your support, whether it’s for my writing, letting me vent when I need it, or my current situation with Neil. It means the world to me! Thank you for your friendship! Even though we haven’t met (yet), I consider you a great friend, and I value the friendship we have created over the past year. I know without a shadow of a doubt that you will be there for me when I need you, and I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you as well!

Here’s to getting to know you better in the months and years to come! I hope you have a fantastic day!

Love & hugs,



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Fan Fiction: Chapter One

Hello, dear readers,

I have once again received more requests for Sherlock. So, I have decided to not do writing prompts with this, and just write what comes to me. I am going to make fan fiction a separate category in my blog, so even though this is the 4th Sherlock Segment, this will be the first chapter in the category. (I hope that makes sense) Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy reading these. I have so much fun writing them. This came to me last night!

The Mysterious Case of the Appalachian Woman

“NO! Why did it have to be Dean?” I yelled as I threw myself onto the sofa & clutched the throw pillow to my chest.

Sherlock ran out of his room and skidded to a halt just past the dining room table. “Kristin, what’s the matter?”

I looked up at him and sniffed as the mascara stained tears ran down my cheeks.

“Oh, love. Whose ass am I beating?” Sherlock asked.

I chuckled and shook my head as I wiped the tears from my face. “Dean’s dead.” I said as I pointed to the television.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “You scared the crap out of me; I thought something was seriously wrong.”

“It is. Didn’t you hear me? Dean died!”

“How many times does this make?” Sherlock asked as he rolled his eyes at me once again.

I chuckled. “I have an unhealthy habit of becoming emotionally attached to fictional characters.”

“You don’t say?” He replied, sardonically.

“Shut up!” I giggled as I threw the pillow I was holding at him.

He caught the pillow and started laughing as he crossed the living room to join me on the sofa.

“Dean was my hero, now who will protect me from the monsters?” I asked.

“I’m no hero, but I will protect you from anyone who tries to cause you harm.”

“Oh, Sherlock” I sighed contentedly, as I laid my head on his shoulder.

Sherlock stiffened as he still wasn’t used to physical contact, but unbeknownst to me, the smile on his face gave him away.

The next morning I awoke to a loud crash in the kitchen. I ran out of my room in just my tank top and shorts, too startled to even put on my robe to cover myself. I couldn’t help but laugh at the site in front of me. There sitting on my kitchen floor was the curly haired detective, with flour in his hair, smoke coming from the toaster oven, burnt eggs in the skillet, and waffle batter all over my floor, along with the bowl and the mixer. I tried to stifle my laughter by putting my hand over my mouth, but it didn’t work.

Sherlock glared at me. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

“I’m sorry… it’s just…” I said as I doubled over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. Sherlock tried to stand up but his feet kept slipping in the batter, and it only made me laugh harder. I finally composed myself and walked over to him. “Here let me help you.” I walked over and grabbed his arm, but Sherlock pulled me towards him and smeared batter on my face. “Sherlock!” I squealed as I grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him forgetting about the batter on the floor. Sherlock laughed a deep, hearty laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, I started to slip in the forgotten batter on the floor, but Sherlock caught me and held me tightly against him as he held onto the counter with his other hand for support. Sherlock and I held each other’s gaze for a long moment before he cleared his throat at our close proximity and let me go. He rubbed the back of his neck as his gaze roamed up and down my body and I blushed as I realized I was showing more skin than I normally do.

“You’re the smartest man I know, and you can’t even make toast.” I said, breaking the ice.

Sherlock chuckled at this as he bent down to pick up the bowl and mixer off the floor. “You go get cleaned up, and I’ll clean up in here.” Sherlock said as he placed the bowl in the sink.

“Actually, why don’t you let me get it, and I’ll make breakfast for you.” I replied.

Sherlock smiled at me. “I don’t eat breakfast.” He sighed, “I was making this for you, Kristin. April told me how much you love waffles, and I was going to surprise you with them, but my cooking skills aren’t as good as I hoped they’d be.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. This man who claims to have no clue when it comes to human interaction, especially with the opposite sex, is trying to surprise me by making my favorite breakfast, and I can’t do anything but stare at the back of his head as he cleans my kitchen.

I walked beside him and put my hand on his arm. “Thank you.” I said softly.

He looked at me confused. “For?”

“It’s the thought that counts Sherlock.” I said as I turned and made my way to my bedroom.

While Sherlock was in the shower I decided to call my sister, Laura Beth, as it had been a couple of weeks since I last spoke with her.

“Good morning, Kristin!” She greeted me.

“Good morning Laura Beth.”

“I’m so excited that you called, I was actually getting ready to call you. How are things going with Sherlock?”

I chuckled as I thought about the events of earlier. “Well, he asked me if I would join him on his cases, and I accepted. I still work at my office, but I made April partner, and we both work part time. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that sooner.”

I was sitting on the sofa with my feet propped up on the coffee table, I took a sip of coffee and almost chocked on it when Sherlock walked out into the living room wearing a towel. His torso was more toned than I thought it would be, and I found myself staring at the vein running along his biceps. Sherlock winked at me as he caught me staring and I cursed myself again for allowing him to catch me.

“Hello. Are you still there?” Laura Beth asked.

“Yes, sorry, sorry, I’m here.” I said flustered.

Sherlock laughed as he made his way into his room.

Laura Beth and I chatted for a few more minutes, while Sherlock made himself some tea, grabbed the newspaper, and joined me in the living room.

“Would you be interested in coming back home, and bringing Sherlock with you?” Laura Beth asked me.

“Why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, to see your sister, perhaps?”

I chuckled. “No, I mean, why would you want me to bring Sherlock?”

He looked up at me at the mention of his name, and I looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze.

“I have a case for you both.”

“A case?!” I asked, excitedly.

“Yes, I was hiking along Swallow falls and I found a charred woman lying naked by Muddy Creek.”

“Laura Beth,” I interrupted her. “Sherlock is sitting in the living room with me. I’m going to put you on speaker, okay?”

I introduced the two.

“Do you mind telling me what you’ve told Kristin?” Sherlock asked.

“I told Kristin that I went for a hike near the falls I live by and I found the body of a charred, naked woman lying next to the falls, but that’s not all,” she continued. “Surrounding her were a dozen pink sleeping pills, an open bottle of whiskey, and two empty kerosene containers. There was a nasty bruise on what remained of her neck.”

“When did you find her body?” Sherlock asked.

“Just this morning, and I called the police, and they have started investigating. I overheard one of them say that they would like to get Sherlock Holmes involved, and I told them that my sister knew him and if they were serious I would make the call. Well, they were serious, so if you would like to make the trip to Kristin’s hometown I will put you in touch with Sheriff Friend.”

Sherlock smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen him wear and replied “I looking forward to meeting you, Laura Beth.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman


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Thank you Mondays #4

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My fourth “thank you” is to my best friend, Amanda.

Dear Amanda,

Tomorrow is the first day of our second Bible Study and I want to use this opportunity to tell you how extremely proud of you I am. This is the first time since the entire time I’ve known you that I’ve seen you take leadership, step out of your shell, and truly shine! You’ve always been breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you in this light, with such passion, shows your inner beauty. I am blessed beyond words that God sent me you as my best friend, and I couldn’t be more proud to give you that title! You have seen the darkest parts of me and yet you still stood beside me through everything! I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I’m so grateful that you have become a part of my family (that goes for Adam and Landen too, of course.) Thank you for being the amazing woman that you are, and thank you for being my best friend! I love you!

Here’s to many more years of love, laughter, and verbal 2×4’s!

Your Sherlock,


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