Thank you Mondays #2

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 second “thank you” is to my best friend since kindergarten. The Timberlake to my Fallon!

Dear Ashley,

Where has the time gone? It seems like every year keeps getting shorter. Olivia is already 13 months old!! We don’t get together nearly as often as I like, seriously we need to set aside at least 1 evening a month to get together! Anyway, I want to say thank you for ALWAYS being there for me. 27 years of friendship is a lot and we sure have experienced a lot together! We need to do our celebration of friendship when we reach the 30 year mark, which is only 3 years away! When did we get so old? Your support and friendship have meant so much to me, from helping me study for tests, praying with me, crying over boys, helping with my wedding, being there for the loss of my mom, visiting me after surgery. You have truly been a Godsend and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you, and I know what when we do finally get together, it will be as if no time has past at all. Thank you for sharing some of the best years of my life with me! I love you so much!

B.F.F.’s (Ha ha),



Posted in Family, Friendship, Gratitude | Tagged | Leave a comment

Writing Prompt #2 – Short Story, Fiction

Hello, dear readers,

I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of positive feedback I received on my last post, both through Facebook and Twitter. I had a few requests for a continuation of this story, which hadn’t been my original plan, but I am enjoying this so far. Ashley, I hope this meets your satisfaction!

I will not be posting the writing prompt until the end of the story because it’s a mystery, and I don’t want to give anything away. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

A Study in Suicides Part: 1

I slammed the door shut with so much force that the neighbors at the end of the street probably heard it. I knew I had startled the man standing before me, but he didn’t let it show. He just stared at me, waiting for some sort of response. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a long sigh before finally speaking to the man who would not stop staring at me.

“I am interested in this case, so although I’m extremely angry with you right now, I will help you but right now, I need a shower, a tall glass of wine, and my blog.”

Sherlock is not a stupid man, he said nothing only nodded his response. I pushed past him and headed towards my bedroom.

Finally, after an extremely long day I poured myself a glass of Lambrusco and sat down at my desk to write.

June 27th, 2017

I reluctantly left the curly haired detective sleeping on my couch as I finished writing the note letting him know that I’d be late as I had dinner plans with friends, and I left him my phone number in case he needed anything. When I arrived at work everyone was looking at me like I had two heads, but I was far too exhausted to care.

“You look like crap.” Amanda said to me as I walked into my office.

“Gee thanks, best friend.” I replied sarcastically.

Amanda chuckled, “Verbal two by fours.” “ Seriously though, everything okay?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it’s a long story so I will explain it to both you and Ashley tonight at dinner.”

My schedule was completely full and I didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone other than my patients all day. I took off my lab coat and sat in my chair to finish typing my notes when I felt my phone vibrate for what seemed like the 100th time that day. I looked at my phone and saw that I had 15 new text messages.

8:47 BORED – SH

9:12 Are you really this busy, or are you just ignoring me? – SH

9:17 You have a lot of books by Charles Dickens, I too like the classics. -SH

9:35 Did you know there’s fishing lures in your underwear drawer? – SH

9:42 I hate being bored. – SH

9:45 KRISTIN! Seriously,stop ignoring me. -SH

9:50 You shouldn’t hide money in your fridge, it’s the first place intruders look. -SH

9:52 I should not have looked in your night stand! -SH

9:57 Do you like Chinese? -SH

10:02 I found your bike. Nice Harley, I’m taking it for a spin.” -SH

10:36 I went to visit the Baltimore City Police Department. They know they have a Consulting Detective they can call when their detective’s can’t figure out the crime. 🙂 – SH

10:48 Lunch plans? – SH

11:00 Who is Mrs. Hudson to you? I don’t think she likes me. -SH

11:23 Can you bring home body parts? -SH

11:45 It’s very rude to ignore your guest. – SH

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a deep breath. “I’m going to murder him.” I told myself. I sent back a reply:

5:12 I was not ignoring you, Sherlock, I’ve been super busy, Why are you snooping through my things? I love Chinese, why? Please tell me you were careful with the Harley? I’m sure the Police Department just loved that. .” Did you tell them you were Sherlock Holmes? I didn’t have time to take lunch today. Mrs. Hudson is my aunt, what did you say to her? Oh, God!! Did you tell her you’re living with me?!! I cannot bring home body parts. Why do you, never mind… we’ll talk when I get home. Stay out of my things! Want me to bring home dinner for you?” – KW

5:13 Why do you use so many exclamation points? – SH

Really? I respond to all 15 of his messages and his reply is about my punctuation? Anyway I finally arrived at the restaurant to meet Amanda and Ashley for dinner, as we do every Tuesday night. I explained to the girls what had happened and at first they just stared at me in disbelief. I couldn’t blame them it’s a hard concept for me to grasp, I wouldn’t believe it myself if it weren’t I who had actually spent all of last night with him.

“So let me get this straight.” Ashley finally commented. “That old rusty lamp that looked similar to the one in Aladdin actually held a genie that you summoned when you rubbed it and wished for whoever you had a crush on at the time to like you back?”


“And the genie never granted any of your wishes until yesterday?”


“So where is Sherlock now?”

“At my place.”

“You’re letting him stay there?!” Ashley asked, half shouted at me.

“What else am I supposed to do? I can’t kick him out, he has nowhere to go.”

“Kristin, the man broke into your house, most people would call the police, not invite him to sleep on their couch!”

“She does have a point.” Amanda chimed in.

“ Look, I know how this sounds. I realize this is completely crazy, but I’m the one that wished him here. He is in an unfamiliar place with nowhere to go, no one he knows,(or so I thought,) and I feel responsible. I can’t kick him out on the street. I just can’t.”

Both of them sighed. “I always warned you that your big heart would get you in trouble one day. Sometimes you are just too kind.” Ashley said with a worried expression.

“Yeah, well.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Amanda stated.

“Isn’t that the understatement of the year.” I half chuckled in response.

A comfortable silence fell among us as the waitress refilled our glasses and brought us our salads, only to be interrupted by a deep voice that I was not expecting to hear.

“Hello ladies.” Sherlock said as he removed a chair from the table next to us and slid it right beside me. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I’m afraid I require Kristin’s assistance.”

I looked up at him and sighed heavily. “Nope.” I simply stated.

“Nope? What do you mean, Nope? I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

“And I’m Kristin Watson,” I responded before he could go any further.

He was stunned and a bit annoyed, I could tell. “Kristin, we have a case. Someone’s died. I need you to examine the body.”

“Why can’t you do it? You’re the great Sherlock Holmes. Go make your deductions and I’ll be by after dinner.”

“Oh, you want me to make deductions, do you?” He hissed.

He snapped his head towards Amanda and looked at her, making her clearly uncomfortable before he stated. “You’re a nurse, you work closely with Kristin, you’ve broken off an engagement recently, my guess is you’ve had a string of bad relationships and aren’t quite ready for commitment although you’ve tried to convince yourself otherwise. Judging by your expression when I first walked up to the table you thought I was handsome and understood why Kristin wouldn’t kick me out, I overheard your conversation by the way, but now you’re doing everything you can not to punch me in the face. Am I close?”

Amanda’s response was some sort of grunt and Sherlock winked at her before turning to Ashley.

“How far along are you?” He asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“If I had to guess I’d say around 8 weeks. Am I right?”

Ashley stared at him with wide eyes. “How?” was all she could ask.

“They are both having wine, you are having a mock cocktail.”

‘Maybe I don’t like alcohol.”

“Mm. That could be, but then you would have just simply ordered a water or an iced tea. You like a strawberry daiquiri every now and then, and since you can’t have the real thing, you’ll settle for a virgin.”

Ashley looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I was saving it for a surprise. I was going to tell everyone all at once at my fourth of July party. I didn’t think you’d find out this way.” She was sobbing now.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise your secret is safe, I won’t say anything, and if Sherlock wants to live to see his next case, he won’t say anything either.”

“This is all very sentimental, but may we please go now? There’s been a murder.” Sherlock stated impatiently.

“Fine.” I said through gritted teeth. “You’ve already ruined this night by insulting my friends, I guess now is as good as time as any to call it a night.” I turned to Amanda and Ashley and gave them one last hug. “I’m so sorry.”

I sat in the back of the cab with my arms folded and my left leg crossed over my right one. I stared out the window avoiding Sherlock’s gaze that I felt on me for the entire length of the trip. When we arrived at the crime scene I hopped out of the cab as quickly as possible, leaving Sherlock to pay the cab fare. He jogged until he fell in step beside me as we made our way to the caution tape.

“What are you doing here?” A lady dressed in reflective clothing asked him.

“I’ve been invited,” replied Sherlock as he narrowed his eyes at the woman.

“By whom?”

“Detective Lestrade, who else?”

“ Wait a minute, you two know each other?” I asked.

“Yes, for ages now,” the woman replied “I’m Sally Donovan, you see wherever Sherlock goes, we follow. I don’t know how or why, it’s just the way it is, the way it’s always been.” “And you are?”

“Dr. Watson,” Sherlock replied before I could. “Now, would you mind letting us in?”

“The freak and his assistant are here.” Sally said into her Walkie Talkie. She lifted the tape and led us to Detective Lestrade.

“Good evening, Detective Holmes, Dr. Watson, I presume?” He asked as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

“Yes, good evening,” I replied with a wide smile as I failed to notice the slight glare Sherlock was shooting at us. Detective Lestrade led us to the body. I knelt by the body and looked up to both men, “Do you mind?” I asked them.

“Please,” they both replied in unison as Sherlock held out his hand towards the body.

“Young lady, in her mid thirties, married for a few years judging by the state of her wedding ring, I’d say the time of death was about two hours ago. She is cold, but rigor mortise has yet to set in. She is still in her business suite so my guess is that she came home from work, took an entire bottle of Tylenol,” I said as I picked up the empty bottle that was sitting on her night stand, “And then laid down to fall asleep, judging by the brief case and records she has lying next her on the bed, I deduce that she was a defense attorney.”

“Impressive Dr. Watson.” Sherlock said as he walked up to the body, “But you’ve missed the obvious. This is the 5th suicide in Baltimore in the last 5 months, 1 suicide per month, there has to be a connection.” Sherlock picked up a business card of the psychiatrist that was lying next to the woman. “You see, but you do not observe, Kristin. She came home from an appointment with her psychiatrist, something happened to her. She must have discussed something with her therapist and she couldn’t handle it. What else is missing?”

“The suicide note?” I asked.

“Elementary, my dear Watson.” “It’s the first thing I noticed.”

“Well, we can’t all be Sherlock Holmes, can we?”I replied sarcastically. “Why is there no suicide note?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” Detective Lestrade and I answered at the same time.

‘Such simple minds.” Sherlock said as he shook his head. “She didn’t leave a suicide note because her suicide was not planned. Unlike most suicides, this is not something that she had been contemplating for months, or even years. No, this, this was a spur of the moment thing, most likely brought on by something that was discussed during her therapy session. Instead of feeling better after her appointment she felt so depressed, so distraught that she couldn’t handle it, and she felt like she had no way out. Whatever the issue was, it was suffocating her. We need to find that psychiatrist and get answers, only then can we start putting the pieces together.”

I watched Sherlock in amazement as he made his deductions, I would never tell him, but I was in awe of him. The way he moved so gracefully, the way he quickly spewed out every word from his perfectly shaped, cupids bow lips, but I also loathed the way he made me feel inferior to him. He was the only person to have this affect on me, and I was still fuming at the way he had treated my friends, and I knew he knew it. He smirked as he caught me staring at him, and I cursed myself for making his head bigger than it already was. I turned to Detective Lestrade. “Thank you for your time, we will be in touch tomorrow, we will need to see…” I trailed off as I grabbed the business card from Sherlock’s hands, “Dr. Valentine tomorrow. Can you arrange that for us?”

“Yes, of course, Dr. Watson.” Lestrade replied as he once again took my hand and kissed the back of it.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he held out his arm for me to take and walked me out to the street.

I closed my laptop and stretched my arms above my head turning slightly to see Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. I got up to wash my glass when I felt his fingers gently grab my wrist as I walked by him. I looked down at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat, keeping his grasp on my wrist but not making eye contact with me, “Kristin.” He sighed. “Kristin, I’ve been around for many decades, and in every one I’m always the same arrogant jackass I’ve always been. I am guided by my brain and not by my heart. I have never been a man of many words, nor have I been a man known for apologies, or human decency in general.” He finally looked up at me,were those tears in his eyes? “I’m very sorry for the way I treated your friends, my words were careless, but I honestly meant no harm.” My heart melted a little as he said this to me, but my face remained stoic as I did not want him to know the affect he was having on me. “Forgive me?” He asked.

“Sherlock,” I said softly.

“Kristin, I always shut myself off from the rest of the world. I’m sorry that you had the unpleasant misfortune of bringing me back, but I’m beyond grateful for it, truly I am, and the last thing I want is for you to hate me.”

“Oh, Sherlock…. I don’t hate you.”

He stood up and smiled down at me, he bent down and kissed my cheek. “Good night Dr. Watson.”

“I’m still mad at you, you know?”

“I know.” He chuckled as he made his way to the guest room.

“Good night Mr. Holmes.”

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
Posted in Ficton, Things I love | Tagged | Leave a comment

Writing Prompt #1 – Short Story, Fiction

Hello, my lovely readers,

As most of you know I am writing a novel. I have been in a funk lately, and I have so many ideas floating through my head for so many different stories. I thought one way to possibly help me out of my funk, get my creative juices flowing, and hopefully give me ideas for my novel is to just simply write. I have decided to write a series of short stories using writing prompts. This first one was inspired by B.W. Ginsburg and a contest she entered on Instagram. The contest was started by writing_tips_and_memes. I discovered this too late to enter the contest, and I am also way over the 500 word limit. I am hoping to enter the next one. Anyhow, this sort of turned into fan fiction, which I wasn’t planning at first, but I went with it anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Here is the prompt:

A genie actually grants everyone’s 1,000,000th wish, but nobody has figured this out. Some don’t get to a million; others waste their millionth. You were just granted your very strange millionth wish. 

The story:

My day had started off like every other day, doing the same mundane routine, that is until I got to work and saw the Post-It note that was left on my computer screen that read: Your next wish will be granted. Confused, I re-read the note at least three times to make sure I was reading it correctly. I walked into the nurses station.

“Hey, Amanda. Did you leave this note for me last night? Is this some sort of joke?” I asked as I placed the Post-It on her desk.

“What are you talking about?” She asked as she read the note. “I didn’t leave this note, why would you think I would do such a thing?”

“Well, you were the only one still in the office when I left work yesterday.”

“Oh, well it wasn’t me. Who would leave such a message?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“Hmm… “ she said as she stroked the side of her jaw trying to think of the possibilities. “This is strange, if only Sherlock Holmes were real.”

“I wish!” I exclaimed. “If he were here, he could help me for sure.”

The rest of the day carried on as usual, with the exception of Amanda making a big fuss over the note. It wasn’t until I arrived home that I found an unusual surprise. For starters, my door was unlocked. I scratched my head as I tried to remember the events of that morning. I had grabbed my coffee and headed out the door. I was sure that I locked it. I walked inside scanning my living room when all of a sudden I heard my tea kettle whistle. I positioned my car key between my pointer and middle finger as it was the closest thing I had to a weapon, and I made my way into the kitchen. I saw a man standing in front of my stove, and before I could stab him in the jugular, his long fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled me towards him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my kitchen?” I asked the man as he let go of my wrist and poured himself a cup of tea.

“The name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am making myself a cuppa tea, would you like a cuppa?” He replied in his deep, baritone, British accented voice.

“What? How? This can’t be real.”

He looked me up and down before looking straight into my eyes, and I got lost in his beautiful green orbs as he took a deep breath and responded as quickly as possible. “I got in with the key hidden under your obviously fake painted rock on your front porch, not very clever by the way. I too was confused at first as to how I got here, I was on the roof of a building in London, peering over the edge, when all of a sudden I appeared on your door step. I deduced that no one was home judging by the lack of vehicles in the driveway, so I let myself in and looked around, and this is very real.” He picked up the magic lamp I had found in my grandma’s attic after she died. “Did you make a wish sweetheart?” He asked with a crooked smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

I shivered as he asked this. I hadn’t noticed that during his rambling he had gotten closer to me. He was tall, I’d say probably around 6 foot, he had high cheekbones, he was thin, a little muscular,and he wore a dark purple shirt that fit him very smugly and black dress pants. He was quite handsome and he smelled of old books and sweet tobacco. I swallowed thickly before answering. “Yes, but that couldn’t be. I rubbed that lamp years ago, I was only a teenager when I found it.”

“Of all the things you could have wished for, you wished for me? Why?” He asked mockingly.

Pulling my eyes away from the gorgeous locks of dark curls on his head and moving them to his beautiful eyes I said “Well, I didn’t think it would actually come true, but I wished you were here to help me solve a mystery. Someone left me a note on my desk this morning, and…” I gasped as I remembered the note. I was so taken away by the man standing in my kitchen that I completely forgot about the note. “Oh. My. God. The note said that my next wish would come true. I mean I didn’t really think anything of it.” I started pacing back and forth while running my fingers through my long, black hair. “I mean this is preposterous. Genies aren’t real, right? And even if they were this has to be my millionth wish.”

Sherlock handed me a cup of tea and led me into the dining room.

“It’s alright.” He said. “We’ll figure this out.”

We spent the rest of the night researching genies and alternate universes, and much to our surprise, both exist. Sherlock comes from an alternate universe that was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Doyle didn’t realize as he was writing his fiction that he was, in fact; creating a whole other universe where Sherlock, Dr. Watson, and their adventures were a reality. We found that the magic lamp I had discovered was indeed real, and while I never actually saw a genie, there was one, he was real and for this particular lamp he grants people their millionth wish. Some people never get their millionth wish, and of course no one actually realized that there was a genie to grant a wish, because he was never seen.

According to medical records Sherlock had died on January 15th, 2012. Sherlock’s eyes widened as realization seemed to hit him. “All of this time, and I never asked you your name.” He stated.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. My name is Kristin. Kristin Watson.”

Once again he smiled that crooked smirk at me.”If my deductions are correct, my dear Watson, You are a doctor?”

“That is correct, Mr. Holmes. I smiled as realization finally hit me. I am a doctor, and the address here is 221 Baker Street.”

His eyes lit up and his smile widened. “I think this is just one of many adventures we’ll encounter Dr. Watson.”

I crossed the living room to the fire place where I picked up a skull and placed it into Sherlock’s hands. “Welcome back, Mr. Holmes.”

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
Posted in Ficton, Things I love | Tagged | Leave a comment

Be the Change You Wish to See in the World!

Image result for let your voice be heard

As many of you know I work for a non-profit agency in a very rural area in Western Maryland. As many of you also know, I chose this job because I enjoy helping others, I get to be part of an organization that strives to help people to self-sufficiency in many ways, but the department I work with focuses on assets.

Last February I received an email stating that President Trump wanted to cut funding for HUD agencies by more than 50%. For those of you that are not familiar with HUD or non-profit, HUD funds the majority of non-profit agencies across the Unites States. I was furious. That’s taking away funding for almost every single program that my department administers, including, but not limited to: First Time Homebuyers, Foreclosure Counseling, Weatherization, Garrett Energy Solutions, Home Repair and Rehab, etc… There are many more programs throughout our agency alone, this is only naming a few, and they are all funded by HUD.

In March I attended a conference and was informed that this would not only cut funding for the low-to-moderate income families in our nation, but it would also cause loss of jobs, as homeless shelters across the county rely solely on HUD funding! The reason that congress wanted to cut funding was because they were under the impression that HUD hasn’t helped any of the agencies, and why is the government pouring out millions of dollars into a program that does not produce results! Once again, I was infuriated. I knew that they were poorly mistaken, and so; I decided to do something about this.

I did my research and put together the facts, and I wrote a letter to Congress. I explained that in the past 5 years, in the state of Maryland alone, Non-profit agencies have helped 50,000 homeless citizens achieve affordable housing. That’s 50,000 people in Maryland that are no longer living on the streets due to funding from HUD. I cannot remember the statistics off the top of my head, but some of those once homeless citizens were able to achieve higher paying jobs and become first time homeowners. That is huge!! 50,000 in the small state of Maryland, can you imagine what the figures are for bigger states, such as: California & Texas?! I also went on to explain that not only would the homelessness rate in America increase if HUD funding was cut, but so would unemployment rates, as many homeless shelters would have to close. Inevitably, crime and drug rates would also increase. Is this how we go about making America great again? Yes, I actually said that!!

About a month ago I received a letter back from Congress thanking me for my letter, that it was one of hundreds they had received about HUD funding, and they were taking my thoughts and opinions into consideration. I was floored, I honestly didn’t think  I would hear anything back from congress, but it made me feel better knowing that I got my emotions off my chest.

This morning I received an email from HUD explaining that congress has given them over $50 million dollars in funding to spread across HUD funded non-profit agencies in the nation. One of those agencies is the agency I work for!! How awesome is that?!

The next time you feel insignificant, or that your voice does not matter, please remember that one woman from a small area spoke up and her voice was heard. Not only did she help her county, she helped her state, and her entire country! Speak up, be loud, be heard my friends!! YOU are NOT insignificant, YOUR voice matters, YOU matter, YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!

Love and life lessons,


Posted in Awareness, Career, Maryland | Tagged | Leave a comment

Thank You Mondays. Part 1


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 first “thank you” is to my husband.

Dear Hubby,

Thank you for being the most important person in my life. I know I am not always the easiest person to live with. Thank you for putting up with my crazy mood swings. Thank you for not complaining when the house gets messy because I would much rather lay on the couch and read, write, or watch TV rather than load the dishwasher or run the vacuum. Thank you for taking care of me when I’m sick, for running out to the store to get me Ginger Ale when putting shoes on is a chore for you. I understand how difficult it is for you to do something so “simple” for the rest of us. I GREATLY appreciate it, and it shows just how much you love me. Thank you for loving me. You have seen me at my worst, yet you’re still here, right by my side. Thank you for knowing exactly what to do when I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through the day. Thank you for understanding how emotional I am and being there for me when I get hysterical, even if it’s over something silly, like missing the end of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! Thank you for making me laugh! With the exception of the first month or so after my mom’s passing, not a day has gone by since the moment we met that you have not at least made me smile!

I cherish our inside jokes, late night conversations, and playful banter. I long for your touch, kiss, and smile every day that I’m away from you. When you laugh, that deep laugh that doesn’t happen very often, my mood instantly brightens and I want to continue doing or watching whatever it is that brings you such joy!

Thank you for giving me the best years of my life! I can’t wait to see what our future holds!

To quote Shakespeare:

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?”

Love always,

Your wife


Posted in Gratitude, Love | Tagged | 1 Comment

Stop the hate!

I keep seeing posts on social media about how Americans shouldn’t be outraged over refugees when we have American citizens that are homeless. Why can’t I be outraged over both? You want to talk about ways to help our homeless citizens find safe, stable, affordable housing? How about instead of spending BILLIONS of US dollars on a freaking wall to keep out refugees (that won’t work, by the way), we spend that money on finding housing for our citizens? We talk about how great this country is, can you blame immigrants for wanting to come here? If you were in their shoes, wouldn’t you want to go somewhere safe? Speaking of safe, you think you’re going to keep America safe by keeping refugees out? What about the AMERICAN citizens that have said they have sided with ISIS? Refugee does NOT equal terrorist! STOP THE HATE!!

I see so many Christians speaking of how we need to keep refugees out of America. I’m not saying that we allow every Tom, Dick, & Harry in without any kind of background check, but I do think that we need to have compassion for ALL people, just as Christ has compassion for ALL people. After all, aren’t Christians supposed to be Christ like? If you think for one second that Christ would have turned people away, you are not only part of the problem with this country, you are the problem with religion! We are supposed to lead by example, people are supposed to learn about Christ through us, Christ does NOT equal hate! STOP THE HATE!!

I also cannot stand labels. If you’re a feminist you hate males, if you are an advocate for All Lives Matter, you hate blacks (this one really doesn’t make sense to me… hence ALL lives!) If you are a rape victim you obviously did something to to allow yourself to be put into that position, if you’re conservative you’re a moron, if you’re liberal you’re a jerk, etc… STOP IT! Stop blaming the victim, stop playing devils advocate, STOP THE HATE!!!

My passion for people does not stop at the United States. Of course I want my fellow American citizens off the streets, of course I want affordable health care for all American’s, of course I want better benefits for our elderly & don’t even get me started on how angry I am over the care & benefits for our Veterans. I am & will always be proud to be an American, and I want to see this country blossom, but that does not mean that I don’t or shouldn’t care for the well-being of non-Americans. I care for the well-being of All! You do not have to agree with the choices of others, but as long as they are not harming others, what business is it of yours? Please, please…. Stop the hate! You want to end bullying, you want to end racism, you want justice and peace? Start with yourself, change what you can about you & your “world”, only then can we make THE WORLD a better place!

Love & life lessons,




Posted in Love, passion | Tagged | 13 Comments

What it’s like to be a highly sensitive and emotional person


People are sometimes confused at how quickly I can cry, how quickly I can become attached to someone, including fictional characters. There’s one thing you must understand,  I give everything I have when it involves the people I am close to. If you are a part of my circle (and sometimes even if you aren’t) I feel things for you, I put myself in your shoes, and I feel things on a very deep level. I am not saying I completely understand what you’re going through, because I don’t, we all experience things differently, but for those of you who do not get emotional, and cannot comprehend why some of us cry at the drop of a hat, I am hoping that this well help you understand what it’s like for those of us who do.

When my mother died I did not just grieve for myself, in fact; I don’t think I truly grieved for myself until just a couple of months ago. I grieved the most for my dad, brother & aunt, but I also grieved for anyone that had the pleasure of not only knowing my mother, but considering her a friend. My mother was the most “motherly” woman I have ever met. She was kind, sweet, & loving. She had a heart of gold, and she too felt things on a deep level. She couldn’t watch the news without breaking into tears over a house that was damaged in a flood or a fire, and if there was a way she could help those people, she found it!

I cannot tell you the number of times I cried for a very dear friend who was having trouble getting pregnant, how many nights I longed to give her some sort of comfort, and feeling completely helpless because there was nothing I could do. I prayed and begged God to make her a mother, I’ve known this friend since I was 5 and I can say with certainty that the one thing she wanted most in life was to be a mommy. Finally, our prayers were answered, and just as devastated as I was for my friend that she was having difficulty conceiving, I was so overwhelmed with joy that I cried when she sent me her a picture of her first sonogram. Here we are almost 8 months later, and I still get misty eyed thinking about all that she had to go through to have her precious daughter, but it was all worth it, and that little girl is deeply loved by many, yours truly, included!

When Neil’s aunt passed away it was so unexpected, I remember I was sitting at the parking lot in Wal-Mart, I had gone grocery shopping that day, and I checked my phone and had 5 missed calls from Neil. I called him immediately, afraid that something had happened. I never dreamt it would have been those words, not Aunt P, I couldn’t believe it! I had to pull my truck over on the side of the road on the way home from the grocery store. I dearly loved aunt P, and I was devastated, but having lost my mother only 6 months prior to her death, my heart hurt the most for her children. I wanted to rush to their side and latch onto them. It’s not a fun club to be a part of, & it happened so suddenly. My heart still breaks for them as I write this!

When something tragic happens to those I hold closest to me, my heart stops for a second, I literally lose my breath, and I physically hurt for them., and in the same sense I become overjoyed when they share happy news!

I’m a lot like my mother, I am a very sensitive person, and I empathize with people. My new obsession is BBC Sherlock. Sherlock is an arrogant, self-righteous, narcissist. Not someone that most people like or get along with, however; Benedict Cumberbatch is such an amazing actor that he pulls you in, and you can’t help but like the guy. There is one episode in particular where it shows Sherlock as a little boy, and you realize the lies he’s been fed as a child, no wonder he’s the way he is, and people think that Sherlock is so cold hearted that he doesn’t feel, but that isn’t the case at all. There have been numerous times Sherlock has shown emotion, he is human. There have been a couple of episodes where I have cried right along with him. I know it’s silly, I realize he’s not a real person, but I don’t know how to not put myself in his shoes, to empathize with him and comprehend on some level the pain he is feeling, again, this is all thanks to Benedict Cumberbatch & his phenomenal acting skills, he has serious talent, and has become tied with Johnny Depp for my all-time favorite actor. He’s amazing!

When it comes to me, I am my own worst critic, and a bit of a perfectionist, so when something is not exactly the way I think it should be, I put myself down. My feelings get hurt easily because if I am willing to open up to you it means I trust you. I feel let down when others disregard my feelings or put down my ideas, and you must understand that if I’m sharing my ideas with you, it means I, being the perfectionist, self-critic that I am have thought long and hard about these ideas, so for someone to completely dismiss them makes me feel horrible. This is not to say I can’t take constructive criticism, because I can, but I always feel a little let down, I can’t help it.

Basically, for me at least, when I feel something it comes on so strongly, it hits me like a freight train. If I have ever told you “I love you.” I mean those words every time I say them. I don’t just say them because it’s what you are supposed to say. What I’m really saying is I love YOU, I love everything about you, I’m glad you are a part of my life, and when you hurt, I hurt. When you celebrate your successes, I celebrate right along with you. You’ve carved a spot in my heart, and a part of my soul belongs to you. I’ve given you a part of me, and I promise to be the best possible wife, friend, daughter, sister, niece, cousin, lover, etc… to you. I may not call as often as I should, and I may not see you as often as we like, but know this…if you are my friend or family, I love you, and I will ALWAYS be there for you, and you are a part of me, and just because I may not always reach out as often as I should, does not mean that I don’t think of you. Each and every one of you are constantly in my thoughts. I’m just really bad about putting those thoughts into actions sometimes! 🙂

I apologize for the long post, but it’s been on my heart to write this for some time now. I hope this shed a little light for those of you who are not as emotional as some of us.

Are you an emotional person, do you have any of these same thoughts or feelings when it comes to your loved ones, or just people in general?

Love & life lessons,


Posted in Family, Friendship, Health, Love, Moi | Tagged | 12 Comments

These are a few of my favorite things #5


The song “Time” by Pink Floyd is one of my favorites, however; that is not what this post is about.

One of my Christmas gifts to Neil was the gift of time. Every month we will set aside some time at least one whole day a month where we plan something for just the two of us. We disconnect from the rest of the world. No phones, tablets, social media, etc… As most of you know I am an old soul, as well as a hopeless romantic. In an age where everything is digital, no one writes letters and when friends get together for dinner parties, their phones are still withing arms reach. I long for connection, written letters, and deep conversations. I am as guilty as everyone else, I am constantly on my phone or tablet, reading blogs, catching up on Facebook, or writing my novel.

Neil and I are going to take turns every month planning a date night. January was his month. I took a day off work, we ran errands together (we are such adults), we had lunch out at the Greene Turtle, and then we went home and just hung out.

For February I am doing a date night in. Neil and I have never been huge on Valentines Day. We recognize the day and we might get dessert or cook a special meal, but that’s about it. So our date night will be the weekend after Valentines Day. I am going to cook a new recipe (I haven’t decided what yet), make some snacks, and watch Dr. Strange. We will spend the day playing games, asking each other random questions, and just vegging out until dinner time. It’s nice to just take some time for the everyday, mundane, and stress of life to force ourselves to relax.

What do you do to relax and unwind?

Love & life lessons,


Posted in Love, Marraige, Passions, Things I love | Tagged | 2 Comments

52 Weeks of Gratitude, Last Post


Week 52: Did this challenge change you?

I have always tried to be grateful for everything, so I can’t say that this challenge has changed me dramatically, however; this challenge did help me to see that I have not been the same Kristian I was before my mom passed away. I realize that’s okay, because a part of me died that day too, but when someone comes to you and says “Remember that time when the entire office was having a bad day and everyone was on edge, and you came along throwing confetti on all of our desks and it was so random, that it made every single one of us laugh, where is that Kristian? I miss that Kristian!” it is a slap in the face. I don’t want to be someone who is not happy. I want to get back to the confetti throwing, dance party for 1, singing at the top of my lungs and making heads turn Kristian. This challenge has helped me realize that I am already grateful for things and people, but it made me be grateful for the things I have inside me. I am a very kind soul, I’m a hard worker, I’m dedicated, and loyal. I have a lot to offer in every aspect. I am a great friend, employee, spouse, lover, sister, daughter, etc… I always try to be humble, I don’t like to boast, but by remaining quiet I tend to get taken advantage of. People realize I’m smart & nice, so they think they can give me more work to do, and I’ll do it with a smile and not expect anything in return, this hinders me in many ways. It weakens my spirit, it stresses me out. I should recognize my strengths, I should know the qualities that I bring to the table, and I should not only expect, but DEMAND respect! No longer will I let people abuse me and take advantage of my kindness. So I guess this challenge has changed me, just not in the way I was expecting.

I can’t believe it’s been a year since I started this challenge. I am so excited to share more of my thoughts, project, and life with you, my lovely readers! As always, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me if you need a friend, an ear, or anything else!

Here’s to a healthy, happy, and prosperous 2017!!

Love & life lessons,


Posted in challenge, Gratitude, Moi | Tagged , | 1 Comment

52 Weeks of Gratitude. Week 51


Week 51: 100 Things to be thankful for.

In no particular order of importance, other than number one, of course!!

1.) My husband, who has been my rock in my darkest hours, who has been my light in my brightest ones, who is my entire life, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.

2.) For my family. Biological, non-biological, in-laws, all of them! They have all had a hand in shaping me to become the woman I am today, and I will always be eternally grateful for each and every one of them, and the roles they have played and will continue to play in my life.

3.) Friendships. I can count on one hand the number of true friends I have, and I am beyond blessed to know each one of them.

4.) My home. My house is not my ideal home right now, it’s small, I have no storage space, but it provides me shelter, it’s full of memories, and it’s mine & Neil’s!

5.) My vehicle.

6.) Coffee

7.) My Country

8.) My Faith

9.) Technology

10.) Books

11.) Amazon

12.) Television

13.) Blogging

14.) My skills and talents

15.) My intelligence

16.) For the people who work behind the scenes at the professions, who do not get recognized for their hard work and due diligence. Not only do I recognize you, I applaud you!

17.) For research scientists who work very hard to find cures for diseases

18.) For humanitarians who are smart enough to realize that no matter what race or gender we are, no matter what we believe, we are all human and we all deserve the same amount of respect. Kudos to you, my friends!

19.) For doctors, nurses, CNA’s, you all deal with a lot of horrible people, yet you still do whatever it takes to save lives. I admire you!

20.) For police officers, fireman, EMT’s, and anyone who risks their lives for others.

21.)Sunsets and sunrises

22.) The night sky

23.) Our universe

24.) Science

25.) Freedom

26.) Food

27.) Clean water

28.) Heat

29.) Air conditioning

30.) My job

31.) My co-workers

32.) My new, and hopefully wonderful boss

33.) My old boss, Lisa. Who I still consider a friend!

34.) For past co-workers who have made such an impact in my life, and I am glad to call a friend. Ahem, I mean you, Deb!

35.) I know I mentioned friendships, but I have to give a shout out to my people. Amanda, Ashley, April, & Khristyn…you guys are more like sisters, and I value our relationship more than you know!

36.) Date nights

37.) Girls days

38.) For New friendships & fellow bloggers & Pen Pals – Laura Beth, Nicky, B.W., Benjiman, & HappilyGeeked. You guys rock!!

39.)  Organizational Skills

40.) Common Sense (A lot of people lack this)

41.) Memories

42.) Babies

43.) Puppies

44.) Laughter

45.) Supernatural

46.) Sherlock (My new obsession)

47.) Sunshine

48.) Rain

49.) Autumn

50.) Holidays

51.) Vacation Days

52.) The 31 amazing years I got to spend with my mother

53.) Fun snail mail

54.) The Steelers

55.) The Orioles

56.) Baseball

57.) My Hometown

58.) People in the entertainment industry

59.) Jesus

60.) The birth of Ashley’s daughter, Olivia ❤

61.) All of my beautiful nieces and nephews.

62.) Life

63.) Health

64.) Music

65.) Dancing

66.) Love

67.) My values

68.) Authors

69.) Pinterest

70.) Social Media in general

71.) Tea

72.) Wine

73.) Chocolate

74.) Ice Cream

75.) Candles

76.) Perfume

77.) Hot showers

78.) Plumbing

79.) Electricity

80.) Road trips

81.) Board & card games

82.) Medicine (Herbal, natural, & chemical) I don’t take them often, but I am glad they are available when needed.

83.) Airplanes

84.) Non Profit Organizations

85.) Homeless Shelters

86.) Animal Shelters

87.) Phones, Skype, and other devices that keep me connected with family members who live far away.

88.) Life lessons

89.) Honesty

90.) Loyalty

91.) Romance

92.) Hugs & Kisses

93.) Gifts, both monetary & non-monetary, that I am able to give & also receive.

94.) Genuine Happiness

95.) Art

96.) Bright, bold, & vibrant colors

97.) Humor

98.) Knowledge

99.) Kindness

100.) Education

Love & life lessons,



Posted in challenge, Gratitude, Things I love | Tagged , | 8 Comments