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Daily Prompt: Autumn Leaves


My favorite thing in New York was finally being able to get Pumpkin Spice EVERYTHING at Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks…now that I live in “The-Middle-Of-Nowhere” Vermont, this has definitely changed. There isn’t really a Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts close enough to drive to (pretty sure the closest is an hour away), so I’ve had to change gears a little bit. Because I live up in the mountains now, my favorite thing to do is go outside and take pictures. There’s so many beautiful colors all around me, and I love sharing them with everyone. Enjoy! <3.

Fall Foliage_1 The Lodge where I work.

Daily Prompt: In the Summertime


Kayaking. Kayaking is one of my favorite summer time hobbies. (My aunt is a die-hard that will kayak even in the dead of winter-as long as there is water and no ice) I’m a normal person that only goes during the summer. 🙂

Driving the car with the windows all the way down…..that’s another thing that I’ve missed that I can’t wait to do again. I LOVE to drive, and my first trip is in two weeks, I’m really hoping the weather is going to be good enough for my windows being down. *fingers crossed*




Daily Prompt: If You Leave


Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?

Oh my God!!! My life right now!!!!!!!! lol

Sometimes I get so sick of life drama that I just want to pick-up and move somewhere where I know no one, and no one knows me. But then I have to remind myself that drama and “life situations” are every where.

However recently, my chance at “leaving” came in the form of a job offer. I currently work at a fairly large hotel property in Albany, New York. My title is Sales Coordinator, and I LOVE my job. I sell overnight rooms to large groups, and I get the chance to sell our banquet space for parties, weddings and meeting/conventions. (We have about 8,000 sq ft worth of banquet space) So even though I work with the “bride-zillas” and stressed out soccer moms every once in awhile, I’m always working with the people so excited about their wedding or vow renewal, or pumped to win their sports game while knowing they have a clean hotel they can come back to when they’re done.

The job offer I got was for the position of Catering Sales Manager at a completely different property (not the same brand either). The offer over the phone sounded amazing. I would finally have a manager title (something I’ve been waiting for, for about 6-months now) and it was essentially a $10,000 raise a year from what I’m making now.

I went down to the property (it’s in the heart of downtown-one of my cons, because I already live about 20-30 minutes WITHOUT drive-home traffic, and this adds another 10 minutes to my drive) and of course, it was gorgeous. It was only about six years old, and they’d done some pretty extensive renovating.

Then I sat down with the person who would be my manager and learned the full story. Yeah, I would be making that extra bit of money, but not only would I be driving further and through more traffic, I would be doing the job of three people because they’re short-handed (their Sales Manager had quit that morning) and I had to be at every event. There were a few other cons also, but honestly, my list would be to long, lol. 🙂

Anyway, I went back to my hotel, and I had a few people question how it went (I’m really close with my coworkers and we all want what’s best for each other-even if it means moving to a different property to better ourselves). After I told them my pros and cons, they all kind of nodded, made a few comments but didn’t say anything.

I went home, slept on it and decided to stay where I was. Even though I was getting that extra money, there were just too many cons, and I didn’t think it was worth it.

Even though sometimes we want to leave and start over, sometimes it’s just better for us to stay where we are and wait for that “awesome-something” to come along.

Everything happens for a reason, and I believe that. 🙂

P.S. My dream? Move to Disney. ❤

Daily Prompt: Never Surrender


Are you stubborn as a grass stain or as easy going as a light breeze on a warm day? Tell us about the ways in which you’re stubborn — which issues make you dig your heels in and refuse to budge?

I’m stubborn. 🙂 And proud of it! 🙂 There are definitely a few things that will get me going more than others, and some things that I can let go of a bit easier.

I’m stubborn about the “obvious” stuff like friends and family, but even though I don’t bring it up much, I’m pretty stubborn on a lot of National Issues too. One of them is LGBT rights. I never gave it much thought as a kid, but as I got older and finally understood what was going on, I can’t say enough how everyone should have equal rights, doesn’t and shouldn’t matter who you’re in love with.

Once when we were having a big family BBQ, everyone was drinking (I know nothing good ever comes from starting like that-lol) and somehow the topic of LGBT came up. My aunt was saying that they should have equal rights, and my dad said that they shouldn’t. My father went on to say that if he ever found out that one of his kids were gay he would disown them. I found out that my youngest brother is bi…..and it ripped my heart out to know that he thinks he can never be himself because of my dad.

Beliefs like this I hold near and dear to my heart, and I’m stubborn in my views of believing that they’re right. Stubborn is a good thing though. It just means you’re willing to fight and stand up for something that you believe strongly in. Where would we be now if it weren’t for stubborn people? 🙂

Daily Prompt: Good Fences


Neighbors. I have some normal neighbors…interesting neighbors….and new neighbors. 🙂 The lady across from us (Mrs. Brown) is awesome. She’s that sweet old lady that everyone loves, and everyone helps, and everyone loves to help. She gave everyone candy as kids and never rat-ed on anyone when she saw something “questionable” (like 40 cars parked in your driveway when your parents are away XD). The person diagonal from us is John…..I don’t really know what his last name is….never rally asked. He’s our German Shepard neighbor. He got married and had a kid later in life (he’s about 45 and just got married/had said kid about 5 years ago), and he’s ALWAYS had a german shepard on his property. Always has, always will. We love him for that. His dogs are gorgeous. 🙂 The person to the left of us is Mike…Mike lives with his wife…his son….and his son’s wife. They’re the “interesting” neighbors. Growing up I remember my parents forbidding my brothers’ to be friends with their son…and as I got older I learned that no one in the neighborhood liked them, but my dad was always the person telling everyone to leave them alone. When I was in high school I found out why. No murder mystery or anything like that, sorry. 🙂 Mike doesn’t like noise…like, if he could live in a cemetery, I’m pretty sure he would. He’s turned every single person in our neighborhood in for barking dogs. I’m not even kidding. And granted, we have a small neighborhood, about 20-30 houses, but I think that makes it even worse because we all know each other, and every one else gets along. ANYWAY, my last neighbor lives to the right of us, and they’re new. They moved in back in August, and it’s a guy and his wife (I’ve met them, but I really don’t remember names) and their two little kids (one is three, one is five). They are so friggin’ cute. We haven’t had little kids in the neighborhood in a long time, so when my mom and I heard little kids squealing on Christmas morning, we both just looked at each and smiled. Even if it was super early in the morning.

Daily Prompt: SOS


First time writing something like this, so tell me what you think!!! 🙂

‘You’re not going to get anywhere with those….’ He looked up at the mirage standing next to him and shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed his newest note into the empty bottle.

“I don’t care.”

‘Why do you bother? It’s been weeks….maybe months….’ When his sail boat had caught in the storm those weeks or months ago, he’d thought himself dead…until he’d woken on this island, which wasn’t more then a mile in diameter. It was covered in gorgeous palm trees, which held life sustaining coconuts, and after figuring out how to catch fish with a sharpened stick(he’d found a few stones to sharpen it with), he had protein too. Within the last few weeks or so, he’d made a new, incredible discovery. He’d been walking through the palm trees, glaring up at the never ending, punishing sun, when his foot had pushed through a wooden trap door. After pulling out the splinters, and reassuring himself that he wouldn’t get an infection (the swelling still hadn’t gone down), he’d been able to open the hatch door, only to discover dozens upon dozens of jugs and bottles. Some of them were full(he’d opened one and smelled some sort of liquor), but most of them had been empty, bone dry. An idea formed in his head, a desperate, crazy, movie-esque idea, but it gave him a flicker of hope.

When he’d washed up on the shore, he was happy to find that a few of his meager belongings had washed up from his lost sail boat. Along with some pans, and pieces of rope, there had been a dry box, which had held his cell phone(there was no service on the island) and a pad of paper with some pens.

He twisted the cap onto the bottle, and carefully stood, being wary of the pressure he put on his foot. He stepped out into the cool ocean, enjoying the cool, soothing foam and bubbles, and let the bottle go, watching as the waves carefully took it away, in his hopes, to civilization, and his only chance of being rescued.

‘What do you write anyway?’ The apparition had floated out next to him in the water and gazed along the coast line, a curious look in his lifeless eyes.

“Diary entries,” he whispered. The image of himself turned to look at him with a crooked smirk.

‘No “please come save me’s?” ‘

“No. What’s the use? As you said….it’s been a long time. And no one has come.” He turned to look at the apparition that had appeared a few days before, an apparition that was the exact image of himself before landing on this island….clean shaven, dressed in a pair of jeans, and a collard shirt….now, his jeans were ripped at the knees, an attempt at staying cool, and he’d torn the collar from his shirt, using it as kindling to start a fire during the cooler nights.


“Are you sure you don’t want to come swimming?” Matt brought his jean clad legs up to his chest and smiled at his two best friends.

“I’m sure. Really. You guys go have fun. I’ll probably go explore a bit.” After a shrug of assent, both of his friends bounded into the salty ocean water, hollering and whooping as the spray hit them. Matt smiled fondly, rolled up his pant legs and slowly made his way over to the side of the beach where the waves were softer, and pools of water broke between the rocks, creating their own little ecosystems. He bent over one, smiling at the starfish he easily spotted before moving onto the next.  The three friends had decided on Miami for their yearly vacation, deciding that some sun and water would do them all good after a cold winter in upstate New York.  And after each of them had gotten the required time off from work, they had all boarded a four hour flight to Miami.

He continued to walk carefully around the tide pools, sidestepping any scuttling crayfish, before a glint near the waves caught his eye. He jumped over a small rock, and around another small pool before letting the ocean’s cool, salty waves engulf his feet, instantly cooling them from the hot sand.

It was a bottle. A large jug. He grabbed the top carefully, his eyes only widening when he noticed a piece of rolled paper stuffed inside.

“No way,” he murmured, his voice being lost as a larger wave crashed into the rocks just to his side. He glanced back over towards the water where his friends were horsing around, still within site, but not enough where they could hear him if he called. He carefully made his way back to the shore and perched on a rock before trying to get the bottle open. “Come on.” His fingers wrapped around the top tightly, but the salt had easily gotten between the cracks and crevices, and was making the bottle almost impossible to open. He glanced around once more, making sure no one was around, before slamming the bottle against a rock, flinching aside as glass went flying.

With one more look to make sure he wouldn’t get in trouble for the obvious hazard sprayed across the sand, he grasped the paper with a trembling hand. This type of thing only happened in movies right? This couldn’t be real life. Maybe he was still asleep in their resort, and would wake between the cool sheets, at least with a funny dream to be able to tell his friends.

He unrolled the paper, and his eyes only widened as he read:

“Dear Diary…

I don’t know how long it’s been now, but long enough to where I’m clearly seeing things. A ghost of myself showed up this morning…talking as though it was real, and my life really was nothing but a Hollywood movie.

But it’s not a movie. It’s real. The days are blending together in the hot sun, beating down on my neck, an unforgiving inferno. The nights give some relief.

I’m sick of being here now. My foot looks bad…even if I don’t want to say it out loud. It’s swollen.

…….I don’t want to die. When the waves had battered against Kiki, I had known I would die, and I had accepted it. A captain goes down with his ship….but now? Scraping by in the sun and heat, knowing each day that it could be my last. I want to live. I want to go home. I want to see my family. I’m scared.


Daily Prompt: Predictions


July 30 seems like such a random date…….I’m just sayin’!!!! 🙂

Anyway, by then I’m hoping to have gotten a promotion at work! We recently got a new General Manager for the hotel where I work, and he’s already made it known that he wants me to be his Assistant General Manager. Of course, the final decision is up to the owner of the hotel (duh-:P), but I can be patient. Lol, it’s hard though!! I know I can do the job, and I’m SUPER excited for it, so I’m definitely ready for it to be here already. 🙂

My mom told me the other day that patience is a virtue….I gotta say, I don’t think it’s one that I possess. XD


Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen


Is it sad that I don’t really remember a “sweet sixteen?” For some reason that age didn’t really seem like a hug deal to me….Yipee, I can drive. 😛 Twenty one was the big one for me. I was so excited when I could legally drink. 😉

I think when I turned sixteen I went out to dinner with my family, and MAYBE I had a sleep over with my two best friends…..but nothing really more then that. However, when I turned 21, we had a huge dinner with everyone, and I got to order my first drinks out at a bar. 🙂 It was pretty awesome. 🙂

Daily Prompt: Blogger Of Repute


The only place I ever really have a reputation is at work (it’s a good one, promise).

People see me as a hard worker, and an easy person to get along with. Which is awesome. I love it. 🙂 I love working hard and being busy all day, my least favorite days at work are when I have nothing to do. 😛 And I’m a bit of a people person. I love talking to people (as long as they’re nice and polite) and hearing their story and the interesting places/lives they’ve lived.

One reputation I have that I know I have to work on…..I’m a bit of a people pleaser……which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it also means I don’t like confrontation. I really want a manager position at work at some point, but I hate dealing with guest complaints (one of my weaknesses). Soooo, something I have to get over.

And THAT is my reputation. 🙂